Finding the widowed Johanna Falvey Kelly in the 1900 census,
still in the Fort Wayne
home in which she and her husband John had raised their family, I notice one
thing: the young couple included in her household had been married for barely a
month.
Mary Ann, at that point the oldest of the surviving Kelly
children, had just promised her groom, “I do,” in a church ceremony the past
May 23. The June 29 census record carefully noted Patrick H. Phillips to be the
son-in-law in Johanna Kelly's household, and recorded the number of years the couple had been married as
zero.
As if to be consistent, the record keeper also noted the
number of children born to the couple so far as zero, and—you can sense a trend
developing here—the number of children still surviving as…zero.
Not to end the rally at this point, the census taker kept on
a roll: Mary and her new husband also both had their birth dates entered as March, and—striving
for consistency here—he noted the year of their birth each to be 1867.
You know how newlyweds are. They do everything together.
It took moving to the next census record to gain a picture
of what happened in the interim in the Phillips household. By 1910, Mary’s
mother had passed away and her husband Patrick had assumed the place of head of
household. In the span of those ten years, apparently the couple had become
parents of six children, though only four showed in the census listing. With
the surviving daughters’ births spaced nearly equally, every two years, my only
conjecture is that either the two youngest children were the ones who had been
lost, or possibly one or more of the deceased children could have been twins.
The four remaining girls—Helen, Grace, Margaret and Mary
Celeste—were not the only ones to complete the household. Mary’s younger
brother John still called this place home—at least, when he wasn’t away at work
as conductor for a “steam railroad.”
Perhaps John worked for the same company as his
brother-in-law, Patrick, who listed his own occupation as switchman for the
railroad yards. However, considering the history of the many railroads
operating at that time in the Fort
Wayne area, it is quite possible that the
brothers-in-law were employed by entirely different organizations.
Moving to the next decade’s census record, however, reveals
a hint of the trouble that had unfolded in the local railroad business. The
telltale remainder of the difficulties borne by this one family after the
unfortunate—though not entirely rare—workplace incident the 1920 census reduced to use
of the convenient abbreviation, “Wd.”
Newly weds living with the family, especially a widow, is not too unusual. Nice to see how the families helped each other.
ReplyDeleteOur older relatives--especially those living in cities--have mentioned that same thing, Colleen. In many cases, the "extended" in "extended families" meant some of them lived around the block, not around the world. Their neighborhood became their lifelong network.
DeleteRailroading is a hazardous profession. It was much, much worse back in the "steam locomotive" days when thousands were killed or maimed each year. The New York Times reported 9,984 deaths in 1900 alone. The mayhem must have been frightful! Of course, automobile deaths, even today, are mind-staggering; 43,000 in 2005 (in the USA alone).
ReplyDeleteInteresting comparison, Iggy. As far as the issues with work and the railroads, my own family has had direct involvement with some gruesome episodes, too. Trains are powerhouses that can work wonders, but it's a disaster when things go wrong with railroads.
DeleteI find it wonderful that families lived together and supported one another...not much of tht happening now a days:)
ReplyDeleteWith your wonderful story today about your parents' sixty-third wedding anniversary, Far Side, I imagine you've heard many such stories of families sticking together through thick and thin. That's a kind of bonding that's not talked about much now--you're right about that.
DeleteThanks for the Kelly update that I love to follow! It also breaks my heart to see a trail of tears on each census. Heartbreaking to see how many deaths occurred until the next census. My family was all railroad in Red Bank, NJ. When my g uncle died in 1917 his obit said he wad a window washer and worked in the roundhouse. The whole family for a few generations worked for the RR. My g aunt is still collecting my g uncles RR pension.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa. Glad you are enjoying the Kelly series...though yes, it seems life was so difficult for these railroad people. It seems like they all had their own world, though--very supportive of each other.
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