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I have struggled with the whole DNA thing and tracing your family roots.  Mostly because I am a privacy freak.   The best historical DNA comes from a man and I can’t imagine asking my brother to take a DNA, even if I paid for it.   Besides the privacy it still largely an expensive undertaking to do right.

I on the other hand am somewhat fascinated by my Virtue side of the family.   Mostly because they are in Ireland for one generation and no one, including Ralph who actually got talk to many of the children of James our immigrant never found a prior generation.   Now with all the wonderful historical records being made available, this is still a dead end.   DNA probably isn’t going to answer some great question because by in large I am descendant of people of Northern European origin.   Much of my family has been in the US  for many generations, some prior to the American revolution on both paternal and maternal side, so those folks have likely commingled diverse genetic backgrounds.

On the other hand there may be some ethnic factors that show up that will not make any sense to my 30 years of research.   Wouldn’t that be a kick in the pants to discover that there were some significant indicators to show I have Southern European roots.   Nothing in my research indicates that to be the case.   Then again maybe some of my ancestors only were in their Northern European country for a generation before immigrating to the US.

I am blogging about this because Ancestry just recently developed a test that is suppose to work well for even females, and they did an introductory special for $100.   Best of all they do allow you to opt out of pooling your data for research, statistics, etc.   I am not fooling myself that if there is a way to make a buck with my DNA someone will, but the actual ability to opt out will hopefully not let some insurance company find out my stuff that is none of their business in my lifetime.   Nor am I expecting my history to be as good if I asked my brother to do one of the more expensive tests, but that $100 price tag and the ability for them to acknowledge I am opting out threw me over the line.

I have my kit here and am going to gather my specimen and send it off today.   Six to eight weeks from now I will hopefully have something to share that will make for some interesting reading for those of you have wondered about the DNA and family history.


Dr. Edna Davis Timms, women’s activist

Dr. Edna Davis Timms is one of my proudest finds in researching my family history.  She was a women’s activist and a revolutionary thinker of her time. Edna was born just two years after the close of the Civil War in northern Illinois where so many of our family resided.  The Harvey Mann Timms family would eventually leave Illinois and make their way to the west coast.  The first to arrive was Edna’s twin brother, Eugene in 1893, and Edna came just two years later.  It appears that the rest of the family arrived in Portland by 1897 or 1898.

Edna’s first job in Portland was as an artist for the newspaper, The Oregonian.   I do not know when she entered medical school, but by 1897  city directory  her occupation was medical student. In 1899, at age 32 Edna graduated from the University of Oregon as a medical doctor.

As a physician she specialized in  gynecology.  She travel to Vienna to further her studies in 1901.   Edna  was the first woman listed as an instructor at the University of Oregon medical school in 1910.   She appeared to have been highly respected and presented often presented papers to the state medical society about women’s gynecological health and childbirth.   She was elected to multiple offices, treasurer and vice-president for the Oregon State Medical Association.   She also belonged to the AMA, the Women’s Medical Association and the Portland public health board.

Dr. Timms was the mistress of ceremonies in 1905 for the placement of the cornerstone of the building of the Oregon Nurses Association.   I think she was respected by nurses as she often spoke in their favor, to the outrage of some male doctors.   She once stated at a state medical association that she would rather deliver a baby in a home with a good nurse than in a hospital.  Boy  that got lots of comments from the floor.

Edna most pivotal contribution came after the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.  Many of the refugees from the disaster left California and headed to Portland.  Once in Portland  the refugees found aid in the form of free medical care, clothing, food and more at a new organized The People’s Institute.  After the crisis abated these Edna continued on with the fledging organization as one its first physicians.   The People’s Institute at the turn of the century recognized that women’s health was an important issue.   It started  in one of Portland’s poorest and seedier neighborhoods.  The People’s Institute, with support of  financial benefactors and  physician’s like Edna, would establish  a kindergarten,  well baby clinics, social services, medical clinics, visiting nurse services, parks, nutrition programs  and more.   The People’s Institute  would eventually become the outpatient clinic of the University of Oregon medical school.

Unfortunately Edna’s  fullest potential may have never been known.  At the age of 43, only ten years after she became a doctor she was killed, when the auto she was riding in making an emergency call  was struck by a street car.  She made such a difference I am sure on so many lives, though it was cut short in what was the prime of her life.  If you are a member of the Timms family you should stand proud to be related to Edna Davis Timms,M.D.

Revisiting the CCC – Another family member served

Today I requested the service records of my Great Uncle Sherm who also served in the CCC. I only recently found out that he was in the CCC. He went in just as his brother came out. I imagine that they were swapping places. One boy coming home to work on the farm while the other went to the CCC for the money that was sent home to the family.

Since the time I got my Grandfather’s records, they have been transferred from one agency to another, and it is unclear if or how the request procedure has changed. We will see. I have also found this great video on the CCC. It was eye-opening on the CCC, and the world at that time for me. It makes me want to know more about my Grandpa’s camp. It makes me wonder more about how the $25 a month impacted the family and the farm. It is well worth the time to watch it on the computer, and plays very well with almost no buffering even and slower speeds.

WGBH American Experience . The Civilian Conservation Corps | PBS.

Thanks to PBS and the show American Experience for making this show available free online.

When One Brother Came Home the other Went

My last posting jogged some other memories and some new things to be shared.    When my Grandpa Don came home from the CCC his brother, Sherm went into the CCC.   My guess is that the family needed one son home to help with the farm and needed the money that the CCC also provided.  Two young men stepped up to the plate to help out as needed in the family.

Sherm would get lucky in that was assigned reforestation.  It is what the CCC is most known for planting trees.  I have seen his service record and he was in for a full year.  I have not seen his full personnel record from the National Archives, so there is a little conjecture going on here right now.   He likely worked at a state park in southern Illinois and may have helped build a spectacular CCC lodge that still stands today.   No one knows for sure what went on, but Sherm fell ill and was gone from camp nearly six weeks.   He was transported to an Army base in the area for his treatment.

I have visited the CCC museum in Michigan when I lived there.    The CCC helped build the Blackhawk State Historic Site, in Rock Island, and is considered the state of Illinois CCC museum site.   I am not sure how much is there, but might make a good stop sometime if I am in the neighborhood.

Thanks to everyone who shared.  You have given me more to write about and more to research.

CCC – Civilian Conservation Corps

Donald K Virtue in his CCC uniform

If you are a family researcher you often look the military for a piece of your family history.    But often times your family members did not serve for a host of reasons.      Now I was fair certain that my Grandpa Virtue had not served in any branch of the service because I had asked and been told  he could not enlist because of the hernia he had.  I remembered my Grandpa having a truss so it all made sense to me.

One day I came across a picture of my Grandpa Virtue in what appeared to be a military uniform.  I asked again and got the same answer, so I asked about this photo, that is when I was told he served in the Civilian Conservation Corps. I was pretty excited because all I knew about the CCC is that they went to the woods lived in camps and planted trees, sounded pretty cool to me.  My husband is employed by the Forest Service, nifty possible connection across time. It was time to do some research.

My research taught me the CCC was a public works program that operated from 1933 to 1942, for unemployed and unmarried men.  These young men would get often the first physical they ever had, 3 square meals and a roof over their heads. They would work 40 hours a week and were expected to send most of their money home to help support the family, who were usually on relief due to the terrible economic times.   There were a host of programs that the CCC did, but the most famous was the 3 billion trees they planted.   I needed to find out more.

Now I was off to file a “Freedom of Information” request.   Yep, just like the kind that we hear about news agencies filing to get something from the government.   I file mine with the National Personnel Records Center, not expecting much.   Three months later I would get a response, five pages about my Grandpa’s service in the CCC.   It had information that told me a story, and made my Grandpa as a young man come alive.

He had been unemployed for two years when he signed up and took the Oath of Enrollment.   He named his mother as his nearest relative. His signature even at that young age looked like his signature as I remembered it.   He was only in the CCC  for six months,  the minimum amount of time.  A young man could could serve up to two years.

The first two weeks he spent conditioning.  Although he applied for reforestation to be one of those who planted those famous trees, he would instead would work on erosion control in northern Illinois in the winter.   None of this sounds very inviting; snow  and cold is what comes to mind.  He declined to reenroll, and occupational qualifications was marked as none.  Some men left the CCC as a skilled laborer, but in my Grandpa’s case I think he spent lots of time digging ditches.   Grandpa’s sister was a teacher, but CCC records show he only finished the 8th grade.    So this leaving the CCC without any skill would be one of those things that would make his life more challenging.

They pay records indicated that each time he was paid,$25 was sent home to his mother.   I am sure he loved her and as the oldest son wanted to help out in some of the most difficult times for his family, who still had two children at home.  It makes me proud to know that he took on so much to help his family.

The most interesting information was his physical and medical records.   I had never seen more than a photo or two of my Grandpa as a young man.  It was hard to imagine him as anything but my Grandpa.   These records opened up so much to me about him.   He was a slight man of only 135 pounds at 5 foot 7 inches tall.  Heck if I weighted that I would be skinny.   It is hard to imagine him with out a bit of a belly or glasses, but at the time he had perfect 20/20 vision.   At even that young age he had a bilateral hernia;  I wonder if he was born with it or got it from hard work that he did on the farm.   My mom has always said that poor teeth run in the family, and at that time my Grandpa had already lost four!  Do you suppose that explains all the crown work in my mouth?  The last thing of interest on the exam was that he had Kyphosis.  That one I had to Google, but once I did learned he always had that little hunch  that Grandpa walked with.

Pretty amazing bit of history.   Not something everyone thinks about.  It makes me remember lots about my Grandpa, and lets me know more that I didn’t know.   I only have this crummy scan, so if you have seen or have a copy of this photo I would love a better copy.   If you have a member of your family who worked for the US in one of the programs of the depression it might be worthwhile to see if there are employment records that could tell you something about your ancestor.

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