One Fine Autumn Afternoon at the City Hotel
Posted on March 4, 2022 4 Comments
This is a work of historical fiction grounded in the facts as catalogued in My Woman Warrior . This is just one incident in my 2nd great grandmother’s life. It is my first attempt at historical fiction, so be kind. At the end I will briefly talk about my process.
Mrs. Catherine Adeline Mosier ran a tight ship. Lunch for full board guests of the CIty Hotel in Dodge was promptly served at half past one, as it always was on weekdays. This being a Tuesday, it would be promptly at half past. She knew her honeymooning couple would be starving as they had not been down for breakfast, nor requested a tray. She simultaneously grinned and said a “tusk, tusk” to herself when thinking on it. Her daughter Emma was married in this very hotel six years ago and her daughter Anna five years, next month. My how time flies she thought. Wonderful smells coming from the kitchen quickly ended her reverie. She went to check on the fresh apple cake she was serving for desert, with warm cream of course. It was her first cake of the season from her Cox’s Orange Pippin trees from out on her husband’s farm. The orchard was planted nine years ago, in 1886, when they bought the farm outside of Dodge. The apples were producing nicely and this years crop was the best yet.
Today’s lunch fare featured Catherine’s own pea soup and squash biscuits, as well as some fine sausage, homemade breads, jams and preserves. Mr. Arnold, one of her regular travelling salesmen, was always good at entertaining the other guests and today was no exception. However, our newlyweds seemed more interested in each other than Mr. Arnold’s exciting tales of adventure. There were two couples who would be headed out tomorrow. Mr. Arnold had his wares set up in Catherine’s sample room. They included books, stationary, fine fabrics, linens, notions, jewelry, watches, perfumes and even some crystal. These always attracted some of the local merchants, farmer’s wives, as well as those staying at the hotel. It was a lucrative arrangement for both Mr. Arnold and Catherine. He got a discount on lodging and she got a discount on all her purchases plus a small percentage of his sales.
This September afternoon was particularly warm, with temperatures expected to reach the upper 80’s. The only thing that kept them from sweltering was the rather robust breeze that was turning downright gusty. Catherine watched as the lace curtains began dancing rather vigorously in the wind and decided to close the sash windows to the south and west as it seemed a storm might be brewing. As she reached up to close the window she caught the acrid smell of fire. Followed moments later by the rigorous clanging of the fire bell. “What can it be now?”, she thought. Walking out onto the front porch and looking down the street she could see the billows of dark smoke and flames being whipped about by the wind. People came running and shouting, “get out, get out now!” In the moments that she had stood there it seems the fire consumed the block between them.
As she entered the dining room the guests were already headed outside to see what the commotion was about. Catherine quickly exited out back, rushed across the small yard, unlatched the gate, and urged her chickens to flee for their lives. Meanwhile, Mr. Arnold had wasted no time in gathering up as much as he could and was dragging two large trunks onto the porch and down the front steps. Most of the other guests grabbed their bags as best they could and quickly moved down the street to be further away from the encroaching flames. Catherine slipped the crystal and silver salt and pepper shakers from the side board into her deep pockets. They had been a wedding gift from her grandfather Daniel Stewart. She clutched the guest registers in her arms and glanced around her hotel knowing it might be the last time she did. Some made efforts to pull as much out of the buildings as they could. Mr. Arnold was back and helped her move a few things outside; a side table, a mantle clock and several ornate lamps. Catherine found it hard to choose what to save. She took one last look, sighed heavily and joined her guests down the street. She looked at the watch pinned to her breast it read 2:17 and wondered to herself, why she was checking it.
Even though the fire was still half a block away the smoke was causing her eyes to water heavily. It looked as if she was crying and many people were, but Catherine stood stoically as she watched the flames licking their lips at the back of the hotel where the sample rooms were being consumed by a fire breathing monster. She comforted herself having seen her hens headed to a nearby cornfield. All you could do was watch mesmerized by the flames. Even the hook and ladder truck and fireman stood silently watching the beast devour everything in its path. There was no water and the wind was a gale making short work of it for the monster.
It seems it was over almost as quickly as it began. All that was left of Dodge was smouldering, steaming, rubble. Aside from 3 brick buildings that were saved and a wagon here and there with a tumble of furniture and wares there was nothing left where the town of Dodge once stood. Some 50 business and 16 homes were gone! Just like that! Only one person had been injured in the fire, she was grateful for that. Joe Wiesner had a badly blistered arm from trying to pull goods from his store as it was being engulfed in flames. “Silly man,” she thought. Catherine mused this must be what it looks like after a tornado, although she had never seen one. She was circumspect; yes she could rebuild but she had no insurance. It was exorbitantly expensive so few had insurance and even those that did were underinsured. She hadn’t noticed how exhausted she was. She enjoyed running the hotel, she liked the changing kaleidoscope of visitors, but at 66 she was getting tired. It had been a good eight years at the hotel, perhaps she needed a rest. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. She knew this all too well.
Husband John showed up in his wagon having seen the smoke from the farm. He was devastated. All he could think about was the money and how the sample rooms he had helped to build were in ashes. He was talking about rebuilding the hotel in brick. Meanwhile Catherine was thinking of where she might live—surely not with John—full time? She liked the Hotel precisely because it gave her just the right excuse to be away. There were rumors that the Railroad had started the fire and another that it started in the hay barn at the livery. Catherine didn’t much care. Friends and family were gathering and neighbors from nearby towns of Snyder, Clarkson and Howells as well as larger North Bend were bringing food and household goods. Catherine was lucky she had her home and farm to return to. She had lost her livelihood, but not her life. She turned back once to look at where her lovely hotel had stood then climbed up into the wagon and fixed her eyes on the sun, slipping below the horizon.
It started with the word “acrid” which I couldn’t get out of my head as I stared with the horror at the War being waged on Ukraine and feeling helpless. Ideas occasionally surfaced and a story started to take shape. Then I woke up early one morning and managed to fall back to sleep. In that dream state more images materialized. Once I had the basic outline in my head I revisited articles about travelling salesmen, sample houses, newspaper accounts of the Dodge fire, old cook books and menus etc to make sure what I was writing was historically accurate. I tried to give Catherine a voice that was consistent with her life. All the events are fictionalized. I hope they do her justice. A note on the flower picture—I just thought it needed a flower photo. I did not know its meaning at the time but the photo is of Hypericum [St. John’s Wort] which literally means above a picture and comes from the tradition of hanging plants over images, pictures, or windows. Furthermore common folklore suggests it wards off evil influences and protects against harmful, unseen forces.
Kelly Wheaton © 2022 All Rights reserved.
Photos & Postcards : Now & Then
Posted on February 11, 2022 3 Comments
The idea for doing a blog post on this has been rolling around in my mind for a long while. It comes out of two intersecting interests. The first is visiting places, many with ancestral ties, and second is collecting old postcards of places I have visited. I really did not have the idea to put them together until fairly recently and not with an eye to actually replicating the same vista as on a postcard—but I might try harder on that, in the future. I love using postcards to illustrate genealogy posts and stories as they are fairly easy to locate and many are in the public domain. This article has an extensive list of what is and is not in the public domain. Basically if was published before 1923 (even if copyrighted) and between 1923 and 1978 – without a public copyright notice, they are in the public domain. Please click on photo, especially the vertical ones to see complete images.
STRATFORD on AVON
That said here are a few to get you started thinking about using postcards. This first pairing is of a photo I took in Stratford on Avon at the walkway “Church Avenue” up to Holy Trinity church. I bought the postcard (published 1901-1907) a few years after I took the photo. It seems to me that the original trees have been replanted.


The iconic Anne Hathway’s cottage in Stratford I have loved since I was a child. I have had the good fortune to have visited there twice. This lovely old postcard captures it in an earlier time probably 120 years ago. Note that the thatching has increased in thickness over the years.


REHOBOTH now RUMFORD, Rhode Island
The next pairing is not so precise as I don’t know exactly where on “Ten Mile River” the original was taken. Mine was on the southside in what is now Rumford, Rhode Island but was originally Rehoboth, Massachusetts. This would have been the southern-most boundary for the parcels on the original “Ring of Green” I purchased the postcard again, after I had taken the photo.


MONTACUTE, Somerset England
This next one is of a holiday rental called the “Tudor Rose” in Montacute, Somerset, England we stayed at for a week in 2019. This is a Grade II listed, 15th century cottage that sits right across the street from the National Trust Property “Montacute House”. Before it was a holiday house it was a tea room. Note on additional window was added in the last 100 years.


And since I mentioned Montacute House this pairing of the grand entrance.


SOUTH HARTING, Hampshire, England
This next pairing goes back to when my son lived in South Harting, Hampshire.


EDINBURGH CASTLE, Edinburgh, Scotland
My earliest views of Edinburgh were from postcards my parents sent back in the early 1970’s. However I did not travel there until 2016. We stayed on Johnston Terrace with lovely view of Edinburgh Castle.


DUNSTER YARN MARKET, Dunster, Somerset
This postcard is one of my favorites, for many reasons including the my tour guide Jean and Den. My photo pales in comparison….


SHELDONIAN THEATRE Oxford, England


STONEHENGE
And last but not least is the iconic Stonehenge. It appears that some of the lintels have been reset in the original positions.


I probably have enough of these to do a part two If I ever get ’round to it. Until then, if you aren’t using postcards in your genealogy—you may want to think about it.
© 2022 Kelly Wheaton All Rights Reserved.
Adventure in Ancient DNA Part 2: Bridging the Gap
Posted on January 30, 2022 2 Comments
This post is based on the exquisite research of Vanessa Verbeeck of Belgium, who is the primary author. Because we are working in the past with sometimes scant historical records the work is speculative in nature but grounded in facts.
BACKGROUND
Long before the Romans occupied central Europe the area was held by ancient Celtic Tribes. As we explored in the last post we have discovered our FGC22501 SNP in a 4,000 year old skeleton in Prague. And later not far from there we find 2 skeletons dated about 290-250 BC both from Radovesice, Czech Republic which are FGC22501 as well. This would have been the stronghold of the Boii Tribe which later spread south and west. This map (used with permission) I have annotated to show some of the Boii pockets and the Celtic Tribes that occupied the area where we find our later FGC22501 ancestors.

Below is a coin called a rainbow cup. These were Celtic gold and silver coins found in areas dominated by the La Tène culture (c. 5th century BCE – 1st century BCE in central Europe). They are bowl shaped and marked with symbols and patterns. Please note the ring patterns on the bowl side of this coin.

Follow the rings:
Our Celtic Boii warriors moved due west from the their stronghold in the current Czech Republic to the areas occupied by the Leuci, Mediomatrici and the Ligones with him they either mixed or were their ancestors. [See first map] The Celts held and traded slaves as a commodity and this practice continued until the African slave trade in 1500s became established. The combined county/diocese of Verdun was a slave hub in the Middle Ages. After the Vikings, slaves from England and northern Europe were traded in Verdun. During the 9th & 10th centuries Viking and Russian merchants traded East Slavic slaves to Denmark where they were sold to Jewish and Arab slave traders who took them to Verdun and Léon. So we must not forget how much mixing was going on in this area for centuries. And this may account for the spread of FGC22501 across Europe. The following map shows the territory as occupied by celtic Tribes as it came under later rulers. It seems that a long progression of FGC22501 men held positions as successive constables, seneschals, marshalls, and/or governors in this region.

We start with Matilda of Saxony, countess of Flanders From Wikipedia: She was the daughter of Hermann Billung. She first married Baldwin III, count of Flanders, with whom she had one son:
- Arnulf II, Count of Flanders
After Baldwin’s death, Matilda married Godfrey I, Count of Verdun, with whom she had several children:
- Frederick (d. 1022), count of Verdun
- Godfrey (d. 1023), duke of Lower Lorraine (1012–1023)
- Adalberon (d. 988), bishop of Verdun (984–988)
- Herman of Ename (d. 1024), count of Brabant (retired as a monk in the abbey of Verdun abt. 1022)
- Gothelo (d. 1044), margrave of Antwerp, duke of Lower (1023–1044) and later also Upper (1033–1044) Lorraine
- Ermengarde (d. 1042), married Otto of Hammerstein, count in the Wettergau
- Ermentrude, married Arnold de Rumigny (d. 1010), lord of Florennes
- Adela, married Count Godizo of Aspelt. Their daughter Irmgard married Berthold von Walbeck
Matilda died on 25 May 1008 and was buried in Ghent. Mathilde, daughter of the Saxon duke, in her second marriage became “mistress of Verdun” and she was granting arms with 5 rings we have a symbol of celtic origin about 200 years before the lion flags popped up after the crusades. This suggests the region had already been using rings in their arms/shields/flags long before. After the collapse of ancient Lorrain and the division of it between France and Germany, there remained three independent states : Champagne (French speaking), Bar (Patois (flat regional mixed with Celtic/Germanic remnants) speaking, Lorrain (Patois and German speaking) [Shown in the three larger arms on Map].
Champagne went to the French king around 1245, Bar was split by the river Meuse belonging West to the French king and East to the German emperor as overlords and Lorraine belonging to the German emperor as overlord. So the territory did not match the language same as in Belgium where Flanders belonging to the French influence spoke Flemish (Germanic language) and Wallonia belonging to the German influence speaking Walloon (Latin language). The blue line to the left with 5 smaller arms : these were the successive constables, seneschals, marshalls, and/or governors between 1200-1300 for the counts of Champagne. There were so many killed at an early age either in local wars either and during the crusades. A branch of the Dampierre with the two lions became counts of Flanders and the descendants of Vienne-le-Chateau (de Louppy) with the 5 rings became the counselors, masters of accounts and chancellors of Flanders and Bar known as van der Beke/van der Niepen. This is where it gets interesting as we can trace back multiple members of the FGC22501 project to van der Beke/van der Niepen. They had been peers already in the county of Champagne and remained attached for centuries after. When members of Bar and Flanders married and lived in the Nieppe castle : Dampierre (Flanders), Bar and de Louppy (van der Beke/van der Niepen) consolidated.
Bar existed longer as an independent state, we can see the arms from the successive constables, seneschals, marshalls, governors between 1250-1450. The blue M-line with 5 annulets/rings. The arms of : Moncelle-les-Lunéville, Ornes, Chardogne, Louppy-le-Château, Azannes et Soumazanes (Thyl) were all used by van der Beke. Verdun seems to have been the hub from which the 5 rings were radiating: the diocese of Verdun and the county of Verdun. Likely the diocese was a black cross on silver and the ancient county blue with 6 silver rings. At one time they were consolidated under supervision of the bishop. Hence the county must have been divided in 4 pairies (peerages) under the bishop of Verdun (red area on the map). From two I could find historical records : ornes (silver, 5 annulets gules) and Haudainville (lazul, 5 annulets silver). Ornes and the others belong to the list of 30 villages ‘died for France’ in 1916 after complete destruction. Many of them were never rebuild and only kept an administrative name and postal code in remembrance. We do find 5 rings also in the Bitburg/Vianden area, it is not clear if this belonged to a larger Celtic or split Celtic region with the Verdun region.
In the absence of other evidence we tend to believe the rings along with more ancient DNA discoveries are key to tracing our Celtic origins.
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