ManyRoads

Prologue

Mark Rabideau — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 14:02:24 +0000

Another begins…

All tales are true. Some are parables and some are fact. Every fact is interpreted and filtered with the perspective of the viewer. This story is no exception. There are facts; there are truths; there are aspirations; and there are interpretations. This story is intended to relate a very personal set of experiences and history. It is shared to honor my predecessors and successors. It is also shared in the hope of indicating that my story and yours are intertwined.

As Truman Capote is reported to have said: “If this isn’t true, it should be.

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The essays [and web pages] you are about to read are built upon my truth; the truth and facts as I relate to and interpret them.

”Who am I? In a very basic sense, I am you. Conversely it can be argued, you are me. In my mind this fundamental truth forms the basis of our shared humanity. Even though the specifics of our pasts, our histories, and our families my be different, we are still the same.

Like most of you, I am the product of my predecessors. I am inclined to believe that being a product of my predecessors makes me pretty normal in the eyes of most everyone, except for perhaps a chosen few. By way of over-simplification, most people see me as a middle-aged, male, white American. I am reasonably certain that that description is pregnant with meaning for most of you. As well it should be. At the same time, the purpose of my tale is to put some flesh on this statement and indicate that those descriptors hide the essence of who I truly am. The larger point being that any such similar descriptors represent little of who anyone truly is.

As I begin this story, I am approaching my fifty second birthday. I know that sounds like an odd place to begin but for some reason it seems important to me. I am reasonably certain that a fifty second birthday is not viewed as being culturally significant, but I sense a certain urgency to begin and import to share as I move ever closer to the date.

The last two years of my life have been quite an eye opener for me. Up until my forty ninth year life was moving rather smoothly and in what I thought was a desireable direction. Perhaps that makes me unique or blessed. I don’t really know. What I do know is that in the time since my forty ninth year reality has made its presence known. Both my past and my future have begun to merge, fuse and move in directions that were both unanticipated and in many ways unwanted. My reactions to both the future and the past have surprised me. And so, here is where it all begins.

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The Beginning

Mark Rabideau — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 15:32:32 +0000

September of my 50th year is when my life began to change. During a period of 12 short months, my quiet, complacent world would be shaken to its roots.

Business was going reasonably well, our son was ensconced in his masters degree program and our daughter was a senior in high school. I was on yet another business trip, this one to LA. I had flown out on 9/11/2002 (yes, one year after) when the first episode of my many recent encounters with life struck. My father had broken his hip. I suppose that this ought not have come as a total surprise, but as with most unwanted events, it was. With the advantage of twenty-twenty hindsight, the accident was easily explained. But nonetheless, it was, at that time, a surprise, a shock, and a panic. I was three thousand miles from my parents, one thousand miles from my wife, having to act the part of supporter and nurturer with all of the facilities that remoteness and technology would allow.

As this incident matured, a numbing sense of fear began to take root in me. Life had changed. More importantly, it looked like life was headed into a new phase. An unwelcome one.

Two months following my father’s brush with old age, my father-in-law had a third “cardiac event”. He had had heart attacks before but this time his life was significantly altered. He was diagnosed with stage 4 congestive heart failure. He was unable to live life as he had previously. His activities, energy, and abilities were significantly altered. Life had dealt him a significant blow.

Unfortunately, the blow was not only felt by him, but by the rest of the family as well. My wife, a retired RN, was enlisted to support him in his ‘recovery’. This enlistment became all consuming. Stressors and angst were everywhere. As was the case in my father’s instance, a formerly vital man was laid low. In this instance, however, the inconvenience and stress associated with the degradation in health were augmented with a considerable portion of anger.

We juggled schedules, our lives, and our emotions for nearly six months when we were, yet again, challenged. In the midst of celebrating our daughter’s high school graduation and preparing for our son’s graduation from his Master’s program, my father was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Two weeks later, my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. Within a month of both diagnosis, my father had completed his cancer surgery and the love of my life had under gone a complete mastectomy.

Our lives would never be the same.

From a marriage perspective, youth in all its glories was removed from our lives. My wife and I were directly and frighteningly confronted with our own mortality. Our families were ill prepared to support us, we were essentially left to face the demons of breast cancer as a nuclear family; our extended support network was pre-occupied else wise.

My worst fears had come to fruition. Life had changed. Youth was gone. Mortality was imminent. We were on our own.

There were many other events that occurred during this same time frame, some of them were, even, joyous. Our son earned a Fulbright scholarship. Our daughter embarked on her college career. These were, however, “expected”. It is perhaps indicative of me and my mental state that I had come to expect “good” things to happen. It was those “other events” which caused me to re-evaluate myself, my world, and my place in it. In short, these “beginning events” led me to writing and sharing my observations with you.

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Coming to Grips

Mark Rabideau — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 15:39:32 +0000

As we were traversing the nightmare that was my 50-51st year, we had many opportunities for introspection and thought. There were times when we were angry. Times when we were fearful. Times of doubt. And even, times of joy.

I would be less than truthful if I said that we were not forced to re-examine ourselves, our lives, our values, and our faith. That is not, however, where it stopped. I had always been comfortable with my faith, what was more interesting was that I not as certain how I fit in my family and world.

I have a history of absence from my family. My work, has for the last 15 years, involved a significant amount of travel. I assumed that this made me different from most husbands and fathers. I even thought that my absences might, in some perverse manner, have contributed to my familys’ problems; the vengeful God fear. Ultimately, I arrived at a different rationalization. This rationalization is a product of considerable introspection; an introspection grounded in an effort to better understand my predecessors and may relationship to them.

Simply stated, I believe we are all absent. It is inevitable that we are either physically or mentally (or occasionally both) absent from our families, ourselves, and our spouses. What we can not be absent from is who we are, our potentialities, and the legacy of our very existence.

This notion became evident to me one day as I looked at a picture, actually a postcard, of my mother’s father. I know this sounds peculiar; it actually seems peculiar to me as I write this. It is nonetheless true. Let me try to relate the situation, images, and thoughts more completely.

The postcard, I mentioned, is of five men; one of them is my grandfather. He was about 38 years old when the photo was taken. In the photo, he is surrounded by four of his compatriots. The postcard is very worn and tattered. The image, although difficult to see, seems to have been taken on a spring day, bright with sun. There are broken trees in the background. Each of the men are in uniform; the uniforms of WWI German artillerymen. This photo was taken in April or May of 1916 near Verdun France . My grandfather spent 4 years in the killing fields of Verdun, France. He was one of the lucky ones, he survived Verdun, however, that did not come easy. Once, he was the sole survivor of his company; a second time he survived along with one of his company man. I never saw the emotional scars he must have carried away from his years of war, but I was always aware of his hunched back, a result of having his back broken by an artillery caisson. He survived that incident by crawling on his elbows back to his side of the battle lines, after having been left for dead by the enemy that over ran his position. For all the horrors and pain he saw, he was awarded an Iron Cross Second Class and the Hindenburg Cross of Honor.

What does this all of this have to do with my problems, you might ask.

Well, my grandfather is the single most important role model in my life. He was a good, strong man. He lived a long life; he died in his 96th year. He left this world a lasting, albeit temporary, legacy, me.

Looking at this photo I was forced to ask myself, was this photo so different from me? From the circumstances I was facing? That’s when the thought occurred to me. We may not be able to control the circumstances around us, we may not be in control of fate, but we can control or choose how we react to our circumstances and challenges.

As I look at this postcard, I see a man who earned my undying respect and love. Here he was fighting a war, which was to later be lost; a war from which he would forever be scarred, physically. Those in the photo with him were, in all likelihood, killed in the many battles that followed. He was forced by his circumstances, and his service, to fire artillery shells at “the enemy” with the sole purpose of destroying their towns, villages, and country. How can this be?

As with many aspects of life, things become clearer in the fullness of time. The man I knew, was a product of the time and circumstances seen in the photo, but he was not the man in the photo itself. He had transcended that time and place, perhaps even grown because of it. The man I knew was kind, gentle, loving, quiet, and strong. He had chosen not to be victimized by his earlier circumstances. He had wrestled his demons and won.

I could too.

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Hope in the Future

Mark Rabideau — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:07:06 +0000

As you most certainly know by now, my mother is German. She is a product of having grown up during the time of the Third Reich. My father, on the other hand, has always thought of himself, or so he says, as one of those conquering heroes who had the great good fortune of meeting the love of his life in the rubble that was post World War II Germany.

It has always be a curiosity to me that such a time and place could produce the circumstances and love of which I, my sister, and my children are all products.

Everyday, when I am home, I look at the wedding picture of my parents. In that frozen image, I see youth, hope, and joy. Absent understanding the circumstances of their lives, a wedding photo ought to evoke those images and emotions.

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However, there is more to this story. In the years immediately preceding my parents marriage in 1950 “a lot went on”. In 1945, my mother’s family had been dispossessed of their family holdings (farm) by the Russians and Poles as part of Germany’s surrender conditions. At the time of dispossession, my grandfather was forced into servitude by the Russians on his own lands for its new Polish owners. These lands and farm been his family’s legacy to him. They were his livelihood, his pride, his joy and his bond to his past. They were lands for which he could and would never accept compensation from the German government.¹ It was his opinion that there was no compensation that could adequately assuage this loss.

Coincident with my grandfather’s transition from land owner and farmer into servitude, the Russians forced marched my grandmother, who was about 47 years old at the time, into a slave labor camp (salt mine) in an area just east of the Ural mountains. After her enslavement, my grandfather, who could no longer tolerate the conditions of his servitude, escaped and marched, at age 67, over 1000 miles across Poland and East Germany into Bavaria where he ultimately found my mother and sanctuary.

I suspect that there are few who would argue that Hitler’s Germany ought not to have been defeated in World War II. However, it seems a horrible trick of fate that this same man, who suffered so much in World War I, should now have everything he, and his family, had worked for stripped away, including in so far as was possible, their dignity, tranquillity, security, and future. It does not seem right.

Yet, in spite of all these circumstances, I have this photo of joy, hope, and aspiration.

As I reflect on my recent encounters with misfortune, illness, age, and infirmity, I think about my parent’s wedding photo and the five short years that preceded it. I am forced to acknowledge that many wrongs occurred, many perpetrators ‘conspired’ to harm, even break, the future and happiness of my family. But, they did not succeed. They did not succeed because my parents and family chose not to let them succeed; they chose not to be broken or defeated. Instead they chose to look forward, to pull together in the face of significant hardship and adversity; they chose to persevere. They put all their energies towards a positive future, one of which I, and my family, ultimately became an integral part.

My challenges of today are no greater than theirs; my fears are no larger; my hardships no more severe. They are just different and they are mine.

As I face my fears, the most important lesson for me is that our hopes need not be made small by adversity. The challenges through which we pass make it possible for us to respect our past, reflect on our joy, and have hope in our future. Even if it is not the future we had planned, hoped for, or anticipated.

¹- The post world war German government offered limited compensation to those in the “East” for the lands that were lost in the surrender of Germany. Acceptance of any compensation offer meant a formal release on any future claim of ownership or eventual ‘right of return’.

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Alone

Mark Rabideau — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:14:46 +0000

As I look at photos of my great grandparents, grandparents and parents, I see the faces of my past. Each looks at me across the span of time without movement or animation, yet each coveys a strong message of simultaneously being connected and disconnected in time, space, and place. I am certain that we each assume that same position for our successors, and are especially so for our children and grandchildren.

This notion of being simultaneously connected and disconnected arose as I began restoring a number of old family photos. The photos had been, in each instance, ravaged by “time”. In some instances “time” was represented by conquering Russian soldiers or Polish farmers. In other instances, “time” was simply represented by entropy; the simple degradation of unstable, impermanent materials. No matter the cause of degradation, the photos required repair. As I worked pixel by pixel to recreate and reconstruct the images to a past condition as sense of understanding and knowing grew in me. People whom I had never met became in a manner both familiar and relevant to me. This first became obvious to me as I rebuilt a badly damaged photo of my maternal grandmother’s parents. The photo to which I refer is the wedding photo of Hermann and Auguste Recht.

By way of brief explanation, Herrmann was once a guard for Kaiser Wilhelm of Prussia, most likely from 1900 to 1910. Auguste was his wife, who we assume died before the age of 40 from Lupus. Herrmann survived her by some 30 years only to die by drowning as he tried to save his second wife who was pushed into a river by Russian soldiers as they advanced in 1945.

The original photo is badly abused. Sections of the photo appear to have been “rubbed” off the original paper backing. Restoration was quite painstaking and conducted at an almost microscopic level, pixel by pixel. As I rebuilt sections of their faces, ears, and hair both Auguste and Herrmann seemed to come to life.

Both predeceased my birth.

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Confluence of Past and Future

Mark Rabideau — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:18:15 +0000

I am at the nexus of an indefinite past and indeterminate future. My history will forever remain clouded, built of conjecture, legend, and images. The future is shrouded in hope, desire, and uncertainty. It is my sense of belonging, and relatedness that joins the two and forms a unity of design and purpose.

As I noted at the outset, I am not alone in this position, each of us assumes this identical place and role within the context of our individual pasts and futures. As a group, we represent that same role for humanity. Individually, we are unique; collectively we are bound.

The ManyRoads website is setup to act as a repository for our family’s genealogical information. The information on our site includes family or personal histories, photo albums (logs) or other similarly ‘textbook’ or ‘imagery’ based information. We also provide a wide variety of links and access to additional family-related web-based information.

We hope our web readers enjoy reading our public information.

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Dedication

Mark Rabideau — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:33:06 +0000

This site and effort is dedicated to all my forebears. Without them we (my family) would not exist. Their lives, their loves and their journey has made us who we are and who we will become.

Special recognition however is merited to:

Robert R. Henss- he began the family genealogy effort and set a standard for excellence that we hope to carry forward. We hope our work makes him proud.
Fred & Luise Rabideau- the papers they saved from the ashes of World War 2 have kept an entire branch of the family alive.
Becky Henss Rabideau- she has the patience of a saint and puts up with my working endless hours on this effort.
Jeremy Henss Rabideau- he is my part-time co-conspirator and a research animal. He has uncovered family facts that no one thought were attainable.

Mark F. Rabideau (temporary custodian of this information)

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ManyRoads Update- July 2010

Mark Rabideau — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 15:41:18 +0000

A lot has gone during the past month or so. Not only have we added a lot of new material to ManyRoads but we have achieved some important milestones, as well. Rather than bore you with a lot of details, I will outline most of the key happenings. But before I do that, a couple of important personal items have transpired. Firstly, even though I’m not much of a joiner I have taken membership in both the National Genealogical Society and the Association of Professional Genealogists (here’s more). I have also decided to offer more services and tools to the genealogical community (more specifically the ManyRoads readership). (here’s more and still more).

Now on to the other major items or changes to ManyRoads:

I completely restructured the ManyRoads Menuing system (hopefully making it easier to get at things). It even seems to work in Internet Explorer!
I have added over new 30 postings to ManyRoads covering Wales, Quaker, Mennonite, German, Quebec ancestors (they’re all here)
I have added over 5 GB of new source documentation to our online libraries, much focusing on Mennonites and Quakers (more here) and Switzerland (more here)
Added about a dozen new photos to Elbing Damals (Elbing Back Then)
We passed a significant readership milestone… our 25,000th unique visitor dropped by this past month; also July will top our highest monthly readership number ever (we may hit 5,000 unique visitors!)
I fixed (using a new tool) over a 175 broken links… sadly most of the links were to sites where useful information evaporated. (more on my lament is here)

I think that hits most of the highlights.

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Genealogy Courses and Certifications (Tuition)

Mark Rabideau — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 16:23:47 +0000

This list of Genealogy Courses & Certifications is by no means complete. If you know of certifications or courseware that you think should be on ManyRoads please use our contact page or email me directly. If you have comments to share on any of these they are also most appreciated.

NGS American Genealogy: Home Study Course

Have you always wanted to learn how to trace your family tree or solve a difficult brick-wall genealogy problem? Perhaps everyday commitments or the cost of attending an institute or conference get in the way of your dream of knowing your ancestors. Or maybe you prefer to work at your own pace, mostly in the comfort of your own home.

Boston University: Certificate in Genealogical Research

Developed in collaboration with nationally recognized experts, the Certificate in Genealogical Research is ideal for those who wish to develop the knowledge and skills essential to conducting quality genealogical assignments. The Center for Professional Education offers both classroom-based and online multi-week Genealogical Research Certificate Programs. The classroom program, offered on Saturdays at our Boston campus location, provides hands-on training in basic genealogical principles, techniques, and core competencies. The online program offers students both flexibility and easy access to Boston University’s genealogical research curriculum over multiple weeks. Both programs are completed in only 14 weeks of study and lead to a Certificate in Genealogical Research from Boston University upon successful completion.

Brigham Young University

Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah, offers a Certificate Program in Family History as an independent study course. College credit is granted for each course successfully completed within the certificate program; however, the certificate is not a college degree.

Certificate in Genealogy & Family History (University of Washington)

Developed in partnership with the UW History Department.
Learn to unearth new facts about your ancestors and view the information within the political, economic and social changes that shaped communities of that time. Focus in-depth on a selected project to better understand the course of your ancestors’ lives and the lives of the subsequent family members. Uncover fascinating stories not just about your past, but also about the forces and people behind societal transformations.

The National Institute for Genealogical Studies (NIGS)

In affiliation with the Continuing Education, University of St. Michael’s College in the University of Toronto NIGS provides web-based courses for both family historians and professional genealogists.

Society of Genealogists

Certificate of Family History Skills and Strategies (Intermediate).
The Society of Genealogists is delighted join forces with Pharos Teaching & Tutoring to offer the esteemed SoG courses and education programme to a wider audience than can attend the Society’s classes in London. Together we are introducing a new joint programme, the distance learning Certificate of Family History Skills and Strategies (Intermediate).

Virtual University

Everyone has ancestors and many of us can’t help but wonder about our roots. Who are our forgotten forebears and where did they live? This fascinating course helps budding genealogists unlock the hidden secrets that until now have been lost in time. Easy-to-follow lessons provide a gentle introduction to genealogy and reveal the who, what, where, why and how of this intriguing and enormously popular subject. The course will familiarize novices with the steps of scholarly genealogical research into their family history and explain how to tap online resources, locate and evaluate records, organize research materials, and how to share your findings with others in the genealogical community.

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John & Isabella (Solomon) Musgrove Family- a brief history

Mark Rabideau — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 00:40:58 +0000

John & Isabella (Solomon) Musgrove are in the Henss branch of our family lineage. We are in search of additional information and photos regarding John & Isabella that may be available. We are especially keen to find military information (for John’s service and death), gravestone images, marriage documentation and death certificates. Please use our contact page if you have any information to share.

John Musgrove is one of our family’s honored war dead.
He died in the service of his nation from wounds he suffered at Vicksburg, MS.

1850

The 1850 US Census finds the Musgrove family living in Livingston, Clark County, Illinois. At that time, John was a farmer age 26 living with Isabella, his wife age 21. They had two children Henry age 2 and Kesiah age 1. Their farmer real estate was estimated to be worth $500. John was reported to have been born in Ohio, Isabella in Kentucky and both children in Illinois.

1856

By 1856, the Musgrove family had moved to Marion Township in Henry County Iowa. As of the taking of the Iowa Census, they had been in Marion County for 1/4 of a year. John is reported as being 33 years old and a farmer also serving in the militia; Isabella is a 29 year old homemaker with three children:

Henry 9 years of age
Keziah age 6
Christopher age 1.

Also, now living with the family is a Miss Jane Johnson age 16 from Ireland.

1860

1860 finds that the family is prospering and growing. John now age 37 and his wife Isabel age 33 own a farm worth $2500 and have personal assets valued at $1000. Their children are now:

Henry age 13
Kesia age 11
Christopher age 6
Isabel age 3
John age 4 months

Notably Isabel (age 3) is reported to have been born in Illinois which, if true, would indicate that Isabella (the mother) was pregnant at the 1856 Iowa Census taking and she went ‘back to Illinois’ to have the baby probably in 1857.

1863

3rd Sgt. John Musgrove was killed in action on 10 Feb 1863. His remains are interred at Keokuk National Cemetery, 1701 J Street, Keokuk, IA

“John Musgrove, a member of Company H, 25th Iowa Infantry, died in the service.” ¹

John Musgrove “Union Army 3rd Sgt. Company H, 25th Iowa Volunteer Infantry [was] shot during Battle of Natchez, died on board a Riverboat Steamer.” Per Marcia Witt [unknown source]

Notes:

ManyRoads Iowa Library see p.274. Original Text: Portrait and Biographical Album of Henry County, Iowa Containing Full Page Portraits and Biographical Sketches of Prominent and Representative Citizens of the County, Together with Portraits and Biographies of All the Governors of Iowa, and of the Presidents of the United States. Chicago: Acme Pub., 1888. Print. ↩

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