Ensko - Higgins marriage of January 07, 1950
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Winblad and Lattins on the Isle of Pines in Cuba circa 1911
Winblad and Lattins on the Isle of Pines in Cuba circa 1911
From left to right are:
- John Edward Winblad I (1856-1914)
- Salmine Sophia Severine Pedersen (1862-1914)
- Dewey Ernest Lattin I (1898-1985)
- Jarvis Andrew Lattin (1853-1941) in a hat
- Mary Jane Puckett (1854-1927)
- Eva Ariel Lattin (1892-1939) who has her hand on
- Norman Edward Winblad (1911-1980)
- Theodore Roosevelt Lattin (1901-1980)
Source: Image archived with Richard Arthur Norton (1958- ).
Otto Olson (1858-1921) in Chicago census in 1900
1900 US Census, Illinois
- Illinois, Cook County, Roll 267 Book 2, Page 295, Image 370/445
- Enumeration District 546, Sheet 18A, Line 10-15, Image 35/41
- 167 Milwaukee Avenue, Chicago, Cook County, Illinois, USA
- Otto Olson, head, b. February 1858, Immigrated 1877, Barber
- Hannah Olson, wife, b. February 1864, Immigrated 1880
- Tille Olson, daughter, b. July 1885
- Harry Olson, son, b. July 1887
- Mabel Olson, daughter, b. June 1890
- Norman Olson, son, b. August 1895
- Otto Olson (1858-1921)
- Hannah E. Hansen (1864-1936)
- Tille Olson (1885-1918) b. July 1885; d. 1918, Influenza
- Harry Oliver Olson (1887-1964) b. July 27, 1887 - d. January 06, 1965
- Mabel Olson (1890-1972) b. June 25, 1890 - d. August 15, 1971
- Norman Otto Olson (1895-1977) b. August 29, 1895 - d. March 1977
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Charles Edward Ensko I (1880-1952) passport photo from October 23, 1916
Charles Edward Ensko I (1880-1952) passport photo from October 23, 1916
Katherine Carr (1865-1951) circa 1945
From left to right are, Mary (Mae) Frances Kennedy (1898-1982), Cornelia Vanderlinde, Katherine Carr (1865-1951), and Hendrik Vanderline circa 1945.
Source: Photograph from the collection of James Vanderlinde (1939- ).
Monday, December 03, 2007
Walter F. O'Malley in 1958
Walter Francis O'Malley in 1958
Source: Associated Press. Reprinted in the New York Times on December 03, 2007.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Cindy Griffith letter concerning Verma Harrison from October 7, 1997
October 7, 1997
Dear Justice Knapp, My name is Cindy Griffiths, my husband's name is Bill Griffiths. We are the parents of Robyn Griffiths and the daughter and son-in-law of Janice Nicolich. Robyn and my mother, Janice, were brought to their deaths while driving through Sidney on June 28, 1996. My father, Joe Nicolich, was there too, as he was the driver. I am writing to you today in regards to Verma Harrison, who was driving the vehicle that crashed into my parents' car on I-80. I understand her sentencing date is approaching quickly, and we wanted to let you know our thoughts. It's a little hard for me to know where to begin. To try to describe the agony of losing our precious daughter and mother is not something we can easily do, for the pain runs so very deep. It's beyond anything we've ever experienced. It's as though a major tidal wave -- a tsunami -- has crashed down upon us and sent us tumbling and spinning in blackness -- agonizing blackness. I described it at one point to someone as being tortured unceasingly without the repose of death. I prayed and asked God a number of times to just please, please take my entire family in our sleep so we wouldn't have to live the nightmare anymore. Obviously my prayers have gone unanswered -- this time -- and for good reasons, I'm confident. My daughter, Robyn, who was born on my birthday nearly 13 years ago, is the second of six children and the first of two girls (my youngest, now five yrs. old, is a girl). She was -- it is difficult to write "was" when referring to her -- but she was a very special young lady who graced the lives of many with her gentle, caring spirit. She was mature for her 11 1/2 years: helping with household duties and with caring for the little ones. She'd intervene when her brothers didn't get along and she helped to create an atmosphere of peace. She'd offer comfort to a sibling who felt misunderstood. And she'd be found every day playing mom to her baby sister (who was three at time we lost Robyn) by playing with her, reading her stories and the like. In our family of six children we teach the older ones to help with and care for the younger children. Robyn rarely complained. In fact, there was little else she preferred over spending time with her baby sister. All of her siblings loved her dearly, so naturally they suffer -- unnaturally. We suffer because we love. I've told them this. It hurts so much because we loved so much, and we still love so much. The shock of my daughter's sudden and violent death has reverberated throughout our families and our local and church communities. Robyn had several close friendships, but we've learned that a large number of girls considered her to be their "best" friend. She had a very loving way about her that caused her to seek to include others, especially the ones that were shy or on the peripheral. And Robyn and I were very close. I am not going to describe my relationship with her except to say that I don't think it gets any better than what we had. I have to admit that I am tempted to go on and on about this child because I cannot see her sweet freckled face any longer. My eyes are now denied their maternal right to watch the sunlight dance on the blond highlights of her brown hair, or the wind tease her flowing locks. I cannot feel her in my arms any longer, yet I remember her soft skin and wonderful hugs. I do not hear her playing with her brothers and sister, and our piano seems to sit in a sullen silence, wondering why her gentle songs have ceased. Where other moms can talk to their 12 year old daughters, I now can only talk about my memories of mine. And then there's my mother. We were very close. She was not just my mother, but my friend. Always, it seemed, giving, loving, and laughing. She was wonderful to me and my brothers and our children. She had many interests and even had a special "something" for Native Americans. She loved their art (definitely their jewelry) and sympathized with their history. I find it interesting that Verma Harrison is 100% Native American. Well, I felt the need to share these things. Now, I want to focus on Ms. Harrison. Although we despise what has happened at the hands of Verma Harrison, we do not despise the person, Verma Harrison. I cannot remember if it was the first or second day when we learned the driver had been intoxicated with a blood alcohol level of 1.9, but I remember thinking, "My God, what happened to this woman that left her with no sense of self-worth, self-respect, self esteem? What happened in her life that caused her to think so irrationally and behave so irresponsibly? What has driven her?" I felt from the beginning that she probably had a lot of problems and needed a lot of help. I knew I was going to write to her to see if I could help. Knowing that God hears when we call upon Him in truth, I fasted and prayed for three days asking God to give me insight into Ms. Harrison, so that my letter would be effective. Early in November of '96 I wrote to her to tell her that I didn't hate her, but wanted to help her. I explained to her my reasons for my perspective and my forgiveness; for they are found in the Bible and are the fruits of a relationship with the Lord, Jesus Christ, and by faith in His word. Ms. Harrison wrote back to me -- to all of our family. She wrote a very long letter. A letter which confirmed my impressions of her while writing my first letter to her. Indeed, she suffered much abuse at the hands of irresponsible adults during her growing up years, including sexual and alcohol-influenced abuse. Now, I am a believer that we need to take responsibility for our actions. We need to make choices for good or for evil, for life or for death, in all our daily actions. There are many people, I think, who love to blame their parents, their siblings, their teachers, babysitters or the lack of enough candy in their Christmas stockings for their depressions and woes in life. I've been one of them. These folks need to get a grip -- it's true -- and start making lemonade with those lemons. However, they need to be loved and helped along the way to hopefully reach that point. And then they still need to be loved. And I believe love never fails. Some have said we are foolish for taking this stand. Some say she's carefully scheming with her lawyer to pull our heartstrings for the very purpose of my writing these things to you. Yet I say 1) it was I who wrote to her first, 2) we've made contact twice with her pastor. She's been in attendance since the crash at a local church, and we've contacted the pastor to discuss her actions and faith, and 3) even if her story weren't true, I would still have the satisfaction of knowing that I did the right thing in case it were true. In her letters, I've received and sent several now, she has expressed remorse for what she's done. I think it is not only remorse for the consequences of whatever might be coming to her, but remorse over the injury she has caused this family. We believe it is real. We believe she is waking up and trying to make steps towards a better way of living. As I stated previously, we've made contact with her pastor who confirmed what she had written to us and more. What we've learned is that she's been in counseling 2 x per week at the minimum, she's been in an intensive discipleship/rehab program with a group called Overcomers Outreach, which is an offshoot of their church, and she has been actively involved in reaching out to others who have addictions, telling them of her life, telling them what happened on June 28, 1996, telling them of love and forgiveness and healing and hope. We don't want any of this to end! She wrote and told me how she was about to graduate college with a degree in business, but wants to change that so she can counsel women. She believes she has something to give now. We want her to have the chance to give it away. We've been warned that those awaiting sentencing are on their best behavior because they are very scared. And while we can believe that, we still have reason to believe that Ms. Harrison's rehabilitation is genuine, and that her desire to counsel other women who are suffering with the abuses she's received or inflicted upon herself, is real, too. I've attended several Mothers Against Drunk Driving meetings. They did not seem to like my point of view, in fact some began to get argumentative. When I suggested that if she's telling the truth, she may be able to reach other alcoholics before they kill someone's loved one, the folks at the meeting saw that maybe some good could come out of it. Justice Knapp, there's been an awful lot of pain and suffering: my husband and me and our children, my brothers and their families, my dear father, who's been a very broken, hurting man, and the many, many others in Janice's and Robyn's spheres of influence. If any good could come of this -- we are all for it. We want to see Ms. Harrison have the chance to make good with her life and the lives of her children, and we want to see her reach out to help heal those hurting women she calls "my people." I don't claim to know all she needs right now. She broke the laws of our land and I don't know what's in store for her because of this. We want you to know that we consider her an ally and not an enemy if she is going to pursue what is good and right. If she does this, she'll be fighting the true enemy with us -- which is evil itself. And that battle is won one heart at a time. Let her influence others so that perhaps even one other mother and father, daughter & son-in-law will not have to weep the bitter tears we've wept. Thank you very much for letting us have our say and for considering our thoughts.
Dear Justice Knapp, My name is Cindy Griffiths, my husband's name is Bill Griffiths. We are the parents of Robyn Griffiths and the daughter and son-in-law of Janice Nicolich. Robyn and my mother, Janice, were brought to their deaths while driving through Sidney on June 28, 1996. My father, Joe Nicolich, was there too, as he was the driver. I am writing to you today in regards to Verma Harrison, who was driving the vehicle that crashed into my parents' car on I-80. I understand her sentencing date is approaching quickly, and we wanted to let you know our thoughts. It's a little hard for me to know where to begin. To try to describe the agony of losing our precious daughter and mother is not something we can easily do, for the pain runs so very deep. It's beyond anything we've ever experienced. It's as though a major tidal wave -- a tsunami -- has crashed down upon us and sent us tumbling and spinning in blackness -- agonizing blackness. I described it at one point to someone as being tortured unceasingly without the repose of death. I prayed and asked God a number of times to just please, please take my entire family in our sleep so we wouldn't have to live the nightmare anymore. Obviously my prayers have gone unanswered -- this time -- and for good reasons, I'm confident. My daughter, Robyn, who was born on my birthday nearly 13 years ago, is the second of six children and the first of two girls (my youngest, now five yrs. old, is a girl). She was -- it is difficult to write "was" when referring to her -- but she was a very special young lady who graced the lives of many with her gentle, caring spirit. She was mature for her 11 1/2 years: helping with household duties and with caring for the little ones. She'd intervene when her brothers didn't get along and she helped to create an atmosphere of peace. She'd offer comfort to a sibling who felt misunderstood. And she'd be found every day playing mom to her baby sister (who was three at time we lost Robyn) by playing with her, reading her stories and the like. In our family of six children we teach the older ones to help with and care for the younger children. Robyn rarely complained. In fact, there was little else she preferred over spending time with her baby sister. All of her siblings loved her dearly, so naturally they suffer -- unnaturally. We suffer because we love. I've told them this. It hurts so much because we loved so much, and we still love so much. The shock of my daughter's sudden and violent death has reverberated throughout our families and our local and church communities. Robyn had several close friendships, but we've learned that a large number of girls considered her to be their "best" friend. She had a very loving way about her that caused her to seek to include others, especially the ones that were shy or on the peripheral. And Robyn and I were very close. I am not going to describe my relationship with her except to say that I don't think it gets any better than what we had. I have to admit that I am tempted to go on and on about this child because I cannot see her sweet freckled face any longer. My eyes are now denied their maternal right to watch the sunlight dance on the blond highlights of her brown hair, or the wind tease her flowing locks. I cannot feel her in my arms any longer, yet I remember her soft skin and wonderful hugs. I do not hear her playing with her brothers and sister, and our piano seems to sit in a sullen silence, wondering why her gentle songs have ceased. Where other moms can talk to their 12 year old daughters, I now can only talk about my memories of mine. And then there's my mother. We were very close. She was not just my mother, but my friend. Always, it seemed, giving, loving, and laughing. She was wonderful to me and my brothers and our children. She had many interests and even had a special "something" for Native Americans. She loved their art (definitely their jewelry) and sympathized with their history. I find it interesting that Verma Harrison is 100% Native American. Well, I felt the need to share these things. Now, I want to focus on Ms. Harrison. Although we despise what has happened at the hands of Verma Harrison, we do not despise the person, Verma Harrison. I cannot remember if it was the first or second day when we learned the driver had been intoxicated with a blood alcohol level of 1.9, but I remember thinking, "My God, what happened to this woman that left her with no sense of self-worth, self-respect, self esteem? What happened in her life that caused her to think so irrationally and behave so irresponsibly? What has driven her?" I felt from the beginning that she probably had a lot of problems and needed a lot of help. I knew I was going to write to her to see if I could help. Knowing that God hears when we call upon Him in truth, I fasted and prayed for three days asking God to give me insight into Ms. Harrison, so that my letter would be effective. Early in November of '96 I wrote to her to tell her that I didn't hate her, but wanted to help her. I explained to her my reasons for my perspective and my forgiveness; for they are found in the Bible and are the fruits of a relationship with the Lord, Jesus Christ, and by faith in His word. Ms. Harrison wrote back to me -- to all of our family. She wrote a very long letter. A letter which confirmed my impressions of her while writing my first letter to her. Indeed, she suffered much abuse at the hands of irresponsible adults during her growing up years, including sexual and alcohol-influenced abuse. Now, I am a believer that we need to take responsibility for our actions. We need to make choices for good or for evil, for life or for death, in all our daily actions. There are many people, I think, who love to blame their parents, their siblings, their teachers, babysitters or the lack of enough candy in their Christmas stockings for their depressions and woes in life. I've been one of them. These folks need to get a grip -- it's true -- and start making lemonade with those lemons. However, they need to be loved and helped along the way to hopefully reach that point. And then they still need to be loved. And I believe love never fails. Some have said we are foolish for taking this stand. Some say she's carefully scheming with her lawyer to pull our heartstrings for the very purpose of my writing these things to you. Yet I say 1) it was I who wrote to her first, 2) we've made contact twice with her pastor. She's been in attendance since the crash at a local church, and we've contacted the pastor to discuss her actions and faith, and 3) even if her story weren't true, I would still have the satisfaction of knowing that I did the right thing in case it were true. In her letters, I've received and sent several now, she has expressed remorse for what she's done. I think it is not only remorse for the consequences of whatever might be coming to her, but remorse over the injury she has caused this family. We believe it is real. We believe she is waking up and trying to make steps towards a better way of living. As I stated previously, we've made contact with her pastor who confirmed what she had written to us and more. What we've learned is that she's been in counseling 2 x per week at the minimum, she's been in an intensive discipleship/rehab program with a group called Overcomers Outreach, which is an offshoot of their church, and she has been actively involved in reaching out to others who have addictions, telling them of her life, telling them what happened on June 28, 1996, telling them of love and forgiveness and healing and hope. We don't want any of this to end! She wrote and told me how she was about to graduate college with a degree in business, but wants to change that so she can counsel women. She believes she has something to give now. We want her to have the chance to give it away. We've been warned that those awaiting sentencing are on their best behavior because they are very scared. And while we can believe that, we still have reason to believe that Ms. Harrison's rehabilitation is genuine, and that her desire to counsel other women who are suffering with the abuses she's received or inflicted upon herself, is real, too. I've attended several Mothers Against Drunk Driving meetings. They did not seem to like my point of view, in fact some began to get argumentative. When I suggested that if she's telling the truth, she may be able to reach other alcoholics before they kill someone's loved one, the folks at the meeting saw that maybe some good could come out of it. Justice Knapp, there's been an awful lot of pain and suffering: my husband and me and our children, my brothers and their families, my dear father, who's been a very broken, hurting man, and the many, many others in Janice's and Robyn's spheres of influence. If any good could come of this -- we are all for it. We want to see Ms. Harrison have the chance to make good with her life and the lives of her children, and we want to see her reach out to help heal those hurting women she calls "my people." I don't claim to know all she needs right now. She broke the laws of our land and I don't know what's in store for her because of this. We want you to know that we consider her an ally and not an enemy if she is going to pursue what is good and right. If she does this, she'll be fighting the true enemy with us -- which is evil itself. And that battle is won one heart at a time. Let her influence others so that perhaps even one other mother and father, daughter & son-in-law will not have to weep the bitter tears we've wept. Thank you very much for letting us have our say and for considering our thoughts.
Respectfully,
Cindy Griffiths
William Garonwy Griffiths
Eva Ariel Lattin (1892-1939) and Anton Julius Winblad II (1886-1975) on the Isle of Pines
Standing on steps between columns are from left to right are: Eva Ariel Lattin (1892-1939); and Anton Julius Winblad II (1886-1975). This photograph may show the post office in Santa Barbara on the Isle of Pines in Cuba around 1911-1914.
Source: Collection of Marie Elizabeth Winblad (1895-1987).
Charles Edward Ensko I (1880-1952) passport application from October 23, 1916
- Name: Charles E. Ensko
- Birth Date: 29 Apr 1880
- Birth Place: New York, New York
- Residence: New York City, New York
- Passport Issue Date: 23 Oct 1916
- Father Name: William Ensko
- Father's Birth Location: New York City,
- Passport Includes a Photo: Y
Catherine Marie Harney (1878-1966) passport application from July 13, 1923
- Name: Catherine Marie Lindauer
- Name Prefix: Married
- Birth Date: 29 Mar 1878
- Birth Place: Roscommon, Ireland
- Gender: Female
- Residence: Rye, New York
- Passport Issue Date: 13 Jul 1923
- Spouse Name: Le Baron Lindauer
- Spouse Birth Place: New York City, New York
- Passport Includes a Photo: Y
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Charles Edward Ensko I (1880-1952) passport letter from 1916
Andreas Saxlehner
Proprietor Of The
Hunyadi Janos Springs
Budapest, Hungary
New York Office 430 Fulton Street
New York
Proprietor Of The
Hunyadi Janos Springs
Budapest, Hungary
New York Office 430 Fulton Street
New York
October 20, 1916
Secretary of State
Washington, DC
Honorable Sir:
Washington, DC
Honorable Sir:
The writer begs to confirm his statement made when applying for a passport this date, that the purpose of his intended visit to Budapest, Hungary, is to confer with his employees relative to business matters pertaining to their American office, of which he is the manager.
Respectfully yours,
Charles E. Ensko
Charles E. Ensko
Lancaster Tandberg wedding
Lancaster - TandbergSource: Los Angeles Times; December 25, 1950
Carl Frederick Tandberg (1910-1988) circa 1950
Carl Frederick Tandberg (1910-1988) circa 1950
Source: Carol Tandberg Lancaster
Agnes Hansen (1890-1965) funeral notice
Mrs. Agnes Jensen of 516 Fifth Street, Wilmette, December 4, 1965, wife of the late Leif Jensen. ... Mount Olive Cemetery.Source: Chicago Tribune; December 5, 1965
Lena Elaine Olson (1860-1938) obituary
Lena Jensen of 48 North Menard Avenue and Williams Bay, January 23, 1938, wife of the late Andrew Jensen, fond mother of Mrs. Mary Marie Hemwall, Mrs. Dolly Gogerty, Mrs. Daisy Woods, Mrs. Goldie Holm, Mrs. Eleanor Shanahan, Leif Leonard Jensen, Alvin Jensen, and the late Mrs. Theo Caro; twenty two grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. Resting at funeral home 318-320 North Central Avenue, Austin until Wednesday noon. Funeral Wednesday, 2 p.m. at Moreland Lutheran Church, corner Lotus Avenue and Huron Street. Interment Mount Olive Cemetery.
Source: Chicago Tribune; January 24, 1938
Agnes Hansen (1890-1965) obituary
Mrs. Agnes Jensen, 75, of 516 Fifth Street, Wilmette, died yesterday in Evaston Hospital. She was the widow of Leif Jensen, former Chicago broker. Two daughters, Mrs Virginia Banta and Mrs Muriel Patterson, and a brother survive.
Source: Chicago Tribune; December 5, 1965
Leif Jensen (1886-1955) circa 1915-1920 in Chicago, Illinois
Leif Jensen (1886-1955) circa 1915-1920 in Chicago, Illinois
Source: Muriel Elaine Jensen (1928- )
Gladys Stanley Lindauer (1908-1997) and Rudolph Augustus Hecht (1904-1986)
Gladys Stanley Lindauer (1908-1997) and Rudolph Augustus Hecht (1904-1986) on October 11, 1933 in New Jersey.
Source: Sheryl Frances Hecht (1965- )
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Lena Elaine Olson (1860-1938) passport application from April 1, 1922
Lena Elaine Olson (1860-1938) passport application from April 1, 1922
- Name: Lina Jensen
- Name Prefix: (Married)
- Birth Date: 14 Feb 1860
- Birth Place: Farsund, Norway
- Gender: Female
- Residence: Chicago, Illinois
- Passport Issue Date: 1 Apr 1922
- Spouse Name: Andrew Jensen
- Spouse Birth Place: Norway
- Passport Includes a Photo: Y
Jarvis Andrew Lattin (1853-1941) passport application of May 16, 1918
Jarvis Andrew Lattin (1853-1941) passport application of May 16, 1918- Name: Jarvis A. Lattin
- Birth Date: 29 May 1853
- Birth Place: Farmingdale, New York
- Residence: Farmingdale, Long Island
- Passport Issue Date: 16 May 1918
- Father Name: Henry Lattin
- Father's Birth Location: Huntington, New York
- Father's Residence: Deceased
- Passport Includes a Photo: Y
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