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Deutsches Auswandererhaus

It’s time for my big visit, the one I’ve been waiting for, a trip to Bremerhaven on the North Sea, to the Deutsches Auswandererhaus (German Emigration Museum). I came across it early via research on my thesis, and I’ve wanted to visit ever since.

Angela sets me up with a friend in Bremen — Doro –who lets me use her office apartment (and Apple Computer). From Bremen I take the train to Bremerhaven, a port city and emigration center. From here Europeans left daily for centuries, headed for North America, South America, Australia — points all over the globe.

Records show that Michael Harm emigrated from Le Havre, France. But as I walk from the bus to the harbor, I’m loving it already. A three-masted packet ship similar to the Helvetia (the ship of Michael Harm’s voyage in 1857), is docked along the pier.

In the Auswandererhaus, there is so much to take in I spend most of the day. I linger over the succinct, to-the-point summaries of different periods of history and reasons people chose to make such a difficult journey, and spend a long time in the living history exhibit of steerage class accommodations on a mid-19th century ship.

At the end of the exhibit, I am reminded Michael Harm did ship out of this port, not the first time he traveled from Germany in 1857, but the last, in 1893. Via the computer at the end, I find both his name and his friend Michael Hoehn’s name on a passenger list of the steamship Columbia.

What a find

Big Find 1: In my search for the good ship Helvetia, I was sailing on storm-tossed seas until I encountered TheShipsList. What a bountiful resource that turned out to be.

I’ve had a deepsea plunge through what’s offered there, and best of all, in the deepest water at the bottom of Resources Links page are “Email Discussion Lists.” (Thank you, Sarah.)

I subscribed to the one that offered discussion opportunities on immigrant vessels and put out my query. Others on the listserve were quick and generous in responding with what they knew: about the metalling of hulls, about life at sea, on ports where the Helvetia was registered, on the ship’s rigging and number of masts.

Big Find 2: Heritage Quest through my on-line King County Library System. In the 1860 Census, for some strange reason I could not find Michael Harm via name search. I knew he was in Cleveland at the time, and even his address.

So I took the slowpoke, painstaking approach. I compared Michael’s address with an old map to determine which “Ward” he lived in. (The 1860 Census was broken down by Ward.) I browsed page by page through the 1st Ward Census data, and sure enough, I found him. On the 1860 Census, my greatgreatgrandfather’s name is Michael Hiram. He was living at the time with Uncle John Rapparlie, scrawled out on the census as something like Raferlu, though I have yet to find the listing via name search. But there they all are. And the tenants and workers in Uncle John’s wagon building shop, too.

So let’s see, we’ve got Michael Harm listed in various places as: Michel Harne, Harm, Hann, and Hiram. And his bride as Elizabeth Crolly, Crolley and Crowley. But it’s par for the course. Don’t even get me started on how many ways there are to spell Gebben.

Genealogy know-how

I started an MFA in Creative Writing to boost my novel writing skills, but as it turns out, the writing part of a novel is just one piece of the puzzle.

Since I’m writing about my greatgreatgrandfather (born in Germany and based on letters written in German), I’m trying to swallow the German language in one gulp. If only I could inherit the German language the way I inherited my fondness for sauerkraut. But alas, I’m stuck doing it the hard way, studying German on-line and in a local class. And during the Seattle Film Festival, I’m taking advantage of some movies in German. (I gave the movie Soul Kitchen, the highest rating, a 5.)

With historical fiction, there’s also the research steam train, with all of its tunnels through archival libraries and hairpin curves around landslides of historical data not relevant to my specific project.

But perhaps the most daunting has been the genealogy research. It’s like the corner background of the puzzle, a forest at twilight, say, all light and shadows melted together. It’s taken persistence and lots of sleuthing.

But thanks to my friend David Williams, I feel like I’m at the a firmer outline, along the edge of the trees and moving into blue sky. Dave has some experience with researching his own family history, with inspiring results. What’s more, he’s introduced me to Sarah Thorson Little, who teaches genealogy and family history. Here’s my hot tip of the day, about organizing my research, thanks to Sarah: Organizing Computer Genealogy Files.

Lost and found

In the letters my cousin and I translated, mention is often made of Jakob Handrich. He was the uncle of Michael Harm, the one who sent the Indian vests and moccasins to Freinsheim. My great-great-great-uncle.

Jakob was just 18 years old when he arrived in Cleveland. He started out as a cooper making barrels, then went on to building steamships in a plant on Lake Erie.

One letter mentions he traveled to the south, to New Orleans. Another says he went to California for the Gold Rush. Another that he bought land and built a house for himself and his parents in Cleveland. Then that he went to Columbus to work, while his wife and child remained in Cleveland. Then, that’s it.

“It’s really strange,” my cousin said, “that we don’t hear any more about Jakob Handrich in the letters.”

The comment sparked my curiosity, so I searched death certificates on-line, and found a Jacob Handrich in Buffalo. But the dates were off. Then I thought to search other spellings of the name.

And that’s how I think I found him, under the spelling Jacob Handrick, through FindAGrave.com. At Green Lawn Cemetery in Columbus, Ohio. The grave lists him as born 2/22/1822, died 1/25/1896. How he ended up there is still a mystery, but I’m pretty sure the lost has been found.

Find a grave

Really, there is such a web site. FindAGrave.com. Unfortunately, I’m able to locate exactly none of the people I’m searching for in the nineteenth century. Perhaps it’s due to misspellings?

I located the marriage record today for Michael Harm and his bride Elizabeth Crolly at the Cuyahoga County Records. The minister who officiated had an illegible signature. He misspelled the bride’s surname as Crowley. But that’s only fair, since the ministers name, which reads “Wilhelm Schmied” as best I can make out, is spelled “William Schmid” in the directory of pastors.

But my best resource of the day turned out to be none other than the phone book. I’m joking about the phone part — but seriously, the Directory of the City of Cleveland was a wealth of information. It gave addresses, occupations, and business locations. Didn’t list the women, though — a sign of the times that are behind us.

So I couldn’t find the graves, or the dates of death. So what? What matters is how we live.

Here’s a sample page from the 1864-65 directory.

My Stammbaum

I am a  fifth generation German American on my father’s side, a descendant of Michael Harm (born 1841) in Freinsheim, Germany. Across the Atlantic, still in Freinsheim, dwell descendants of Michael’s brother Philipp Harm (born in 1839). How do we keep track of who is related to who?

One way is through a web site that allows us to keep track of family trees. One day in my email inbox, I received an invitation to join Verwandt, where a relative of mine in Germany had entered much of his family tree data, including pictures. Via this invitation, I was able to see what he had done and add information of my own. Hence together, we are building a Stammbaum, a family tree, of the descendants of the two brothers. The web site can be viewed in either English or German, although its first language is German and not everything translates. There is the opportunity to load photos, dates of birth and death, maiden names, etc.

There is an English language version of this program now working in collaboration with Verwandt called My Heritage. These kinds of sites allow family members to compile data even as we’re scattered to the four corners of the Earth. Like family reunions without jet lag, and no macaroni salad.

Fiske Genealogical Library

I spent a couple of hours at the Fiske Genealogical Library today. They’ve got all kinds of great helps and classes. Gary Zimmerman was there (Fiske’s Board President); he helped me locate resources such as the book Cleveland and its Germans. Just searching the title on the internet led me to a whole wealth of other resources, too.

The Meyers Gazetteer (circa 1910) revealed the following information about Freinsheim. Population, 2,586. Home of an apothecary, mining, cement mixing, fruit orchards, and of course, a wine-making fabrik. It was also worthy of note that the town was home to a fire-fighting machine. With good reason — in 1689, the entire town was burned during the War of Succession by Louis XIV, leaving only its walls.

My research also turned up this RootsWeb’s Guide, with many links to ancestor searches.

Archival ponderings

I wonder why it is that I am determined to find my great-great grandfather’s name on the passenger lists from Germany. I’m glad I found NARA the National Archives and Records Administration on Sand Point Way. We are all sleuths, we visitors to these microfilm stacks, hoping to unearth ancient data of the U.S. Census, naturalization and passenger arrival records, Native American records or African American slave ship records. The volunteers are a rare breed, too–friendly, helpful, not overly interfering.

On the passenger lists I’ve been perusing, the handwriting is terrible, the ink faded. I presume they were using steel-tipped pens but dipping them in ink wells. The fountain or reservoir pen didn’t come into common use until around 1880. Check out this Early Office Museum web site where you’ll find cool facts about the history of the pen.

I’m glad I know Michael Harm was barely 16 when he traveled across the Atlantic, because I can scan the age column for the number 16 much more easily than the name column, where the handwriting is faded and barely legible. As I cruise through page after page of German names, the song: “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt” plays relentlessly in my head. By the way, that particular ditty seems to have originated in vaudeville acts of the nineteenth century (Wikipedia). What a glorious distraction research can be.