There is a human element to genealogy research that
sometimes we forget as we input data into our genealogy programs. Sometimes it is important to stop and look at
the dates and think about the human impact of them. Even though they occurred outside most of our
collective memory – there are some things that make one stop and think.
My great-grandfather (Ora Silas Gage) grew up in Esperance,
NY in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.
There were a number of tragedies in his parents’ lives that bears closer
examination. Orlando Gage – Ora’s
father, married as a young man to Charity Hotaling on 12 Jan 1875 – she was 19
and he was 25. They had three sons and
then a daughter when Charity died about a month later of quick consumption. Orlando was left a widower at 35 years old
and four children, including a baby daughter.
I believe that Orlando’s mother, Phebe Allen Gage took care of the baby
and the boys were boarded with Orlando’s sisters so Orlando could continue to
work. Orlando married 28 year old Edith
Gallup on 5 May 1886. Edith had been a
schoolteacher and taught at the Quaker Street Academy. Her family had left in the 1880’s for
Nebraska and Edith refused to go because she was frightened of Indians – so she
stayed back in NY while her parents and siblings left. As a teacher, she boarded with different
families of the students that she taught, changing locations every few
weeks. It must have been quite lonely for her and by
the standards of the time; she was probably considered an “old maid
schoolteacher.”
After Edith and Orlando married, they had their first child
in 1888, a son they named Allen. Allen died at almost 2 years old in a tragic accident. He was in a walker and went under the kitchen
table and stood up under the table and pierced his skull with a nail sticking
through the table. Granddad Gage
remembered that story and cautioned all of his family to never let a baby walk
under a table due to the tragic results from his own brother. Granddad Gage was born two years later in
1892, his siblings Pete & Phebe followed two years later. They were afraid that Pete wouldn’t
survive. He was an exceptionally tiny baby
- I’ve heard about 4 pounds. They kept
him a dresser drawer surrounded by clothes and near a stove to keep him as warm
as possible. He survived and did well
for himself – but Pete was always a rather small man probably due to his rocky
start in life. The last child, Alice, was born in 1896. By this time Orlando was 46 years old and
Edith was 36 years old – they ended up buying the farm that Edith’s parents had
rented and must have been a happy family.
They worked hard at their farm and Orlando continued to work for the
Pullman Car Company as a carpenter.
(Pullman Car made railroad cars)
Tragedy then struck once more – sometime in late 1907. I’ve never heard the entire story – but apparently
Edith had a very bad fall and was pretty severely injured. She was unable to walk much and certainly
couldn’t do the hard work of a farm wife.
She wrote this letter to her mother, Phebe Montanye Gallup on Oct 23,
1907.
Dear Mother:
My twins are 13 years
old today and a great deal of help to me. Monday night after school the girls
washed a large washing besides getting supper. (I don't pretend to do anything
only what I can do sitting down.) Tuesday morning they rinsed and starch the
clothes done, did the morning work even to making beds and mopping and got
things ready for dinner. They backed (2 apple pies) and got to school in time
they were up at half past four. Orlando killed 5 pigs yesterday, 4 for market.
They only dressed 102 lbs. a price. We kept one, sold them at Esperance and got
9 cents a lbs. They were late pigs, the last of April and only skim milk, so it
was not so bad. He thrashed in the afternoon, earning $5 and moved his machine
today. He is digging potatoes for us. He won't have any nuts to send to send
you as the squirrels and friends of ours are taking them when the children are
gone. Orlando is away thrashing and I can't stop them. I can only teeter
backward and forward when I try to walk so I don't try much any more, the
sides, back, and belly burns like fire when I try although the flesh feels ice
cold, Orlando says, when you touch it. I do not feel heat nor cold just
comfortable when I lay still that is something to be thankful and I do not
worry. It will be and is all for the best.
I hope you are better.
Here is a slip of a pretty red geranium. It is near time for the mail so I must
quit with love to all.
Edith
By late 1907 or early 1908, Edith was very sick with pneumonia
and died on 8 Jan 1908. Orlando took
care of her best as he could and when she died he took care of the burial
arrangements and then went home and fell sick himself. He was so sick that he wasn’t able to go to
her funeral and died himself on 16 Jan 1908.
All of Granddad Gage’s older siblings were married and had homes of
their own and Orlando Gage’s mother was too elderly to care for the children,
so Granddad, Pete & Phebe, and Alice traveled across country to Nebraska to
live with their Grandmother Gallup (Phebe Montanye Gallup) Granddad was 15, the
twins were 13 and Alice was 12 and in the space of 8 days they had been
orphaned.
I think often of the sad journey that my great grandfather
must have faced – traveling by railroad across the country to their
grandmother. Granddad Gage and his
siblings lost their parents and their home.
They probably knew that there were many family members such as their grandmother,
aunts, uncles, cousins and friends that they would never see again. They were facing a completely foreign place
in Nebraska and were to be living with a grandmother and other family members
that they probably didn’t know very well.
Every one of the significant
dates in our lives has a ripple effect.
Whether they are births, deaths, marriages or divorces – the human
impact of these events needs to be considered.
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