Helene Baldwin Winter

Helene Baldwin Winter 1899-1974.  Helene was married to my grandfather James Winter.  Their joint tombstone can be seen here.  The writing on the back of this picture is in the hand of Jane Winter Leddy daughter of James and Edna Winter.  There is a Helene Baldwin Winter Memorial Scholarship at Simpson College in Indianola Iowa.

Jane Winter Leddy's village.  I believe that came in cereal boxes.  She and her roommates collected them and stuck them to the ceiling of their dorm room.

Margaret E. Leddy more information

Margaret was a teacher and retired August 6, 1964.  She had a diploma from State Normal of Los Angeles dated June 24, 1915. She was a holder of a Grammar School Certificate for Imperial County in Jan. 1919 and taught at the Brawly Grammar School there from Feb. 1918 to Dec. of 1920.  At that time she was called Margaret Forbes Charleston Eddie.  She was also a teacher in Los Angeles City in 1920.  Between 1935 and 1939 she taught in Kern County.  Kern county schools she taught at were Edison School, Hospital School, Norris School, at well as Arvin Night School. In 1939 she started teaching in Bakersfield City. When she started as a teacher then of the special evening class of the Arvin Migratory School, Arvin, California her salary was $4.00 per night, teaching Tuesday and Thursday night from seven to nine. During WWII she taught full-time from 1942-1945 at Bakersfield City Schools.  In 1954-55 she also taught full time in Bakersfield. She resigned from the Bakersfield City School District at the close of the 1954-5 school year.  She also taught at he Horace Ensign Junior High School in Newport between 1955 and 1957 as a substitute, also at Capistrano Beach.  This information is collated from drafts of letters Margaret wrote at the time of her retirement and from official documents.

In 1939  Margaret lived at 130 Oleander Ave., Bakersfield, CA. with her husband Harold, and her as many of her four boys who were living by that time (need to check). 

Margaret was called Margaret Eddie Leddy after she married.  

One of their addresses was 396 East 15th Street, Costa Mesa, CA. That's where I remember them the most.  After Grandpa Leddy died Jim Leddy moved in for a time.  

Grandma (Margaret) loved to talk.  She also enjoyed her sherry, cheese and crackers, which she shared with us when we were grown up.  Grandpa had his own study filled with books.  He was fond of book collecting and I probably caught that from him.

Edna Dell Robins

This is my grandmother (mother's mother), Edna Winters, originally Edna Dell Robins.  She does look a lot like my mother.  I really remember little about her and have only made one post about her previously, here.  I remember that we visited her in San Francisco where she lived in an apartment near the Presidio, that she was a nurse, that she had some relation to Alcatraz and showed me, or gave me, a letter stamped with Alcatraz and a pelican (perhaps she was a nurse there).

She and my grandfather divorced when my mother was a teenager.  Malcolm Winter writes this about her "I always thought a lot of my aunt Edna. She was a middle aged white haired lady when I knew her - very friendly and considerate.  However after 20 or so years of marriage to my Uncle Jim, she developed a number of delusions about him that eventually resulted in his divorcing her. After the divorce I didn't see her again, but understand that her delusions cleared.She moved to California and lived there till her death."

Edna was devoted to my mother, her only child, and would often do restaurant work near where my mom was going to school or attending summer camp.  

World War 1 Letter by Harold Leddy

This letter is written on a collection of 24 "cartes postales detachables" from Le Mont-Dore.  [A similar collection is described in this way Dos: / divisé - Circulé: non - Année: 1900 ? à voir les attelages hippomobiles - Editeur: / Numéro: mieux que toute description ces photos donnent toutes informations.]  There is no date on the letter although it is probably either 1918 or 1919.   The feel of the letter is late in the war or postwar.  It says they arrived on Sept. 17.  Armistice was Nov. 11, 1918.   I ran across one source that says that U.S. Military were sent to Mont Dore there after being gassed for recovery.  My grandfather was gassed during WW1.  He never mentions this injury in the letter, but I suspect that this would have been censored.  The baths were known for helping with pulmonary problems.

Dear Folks: 

This resort is about twenty minutes ride on the train. (fare 10 centimes or 2 cents] from La Bourboule.  It is larger, and much older:  the waters were known even to the Romans who built the first bath houses some relics of which still are to be seen.  We passed a lot of time in Mont Dore and took in all its side trips. There is an incline railway to the top of Capucin, but it rained the day we had planned on going up.  There is a cafe and skating rink on the top.  The season at both resorts closed on the 15th of Sept. two days after our arrival but there were still quite a few French tourists, mostly Parisians, who treated us very well.  The bath houses are, of course, the centers of attraction - and this one is more beautiful than our Congressional Library - wonderful tile and mosaic colorings.  It was built in 1875.  The outfits are very funny - we sat around waiting to be massaged in just such a costume.  As I have told you, they drink the waters, inhale it, gargle it, soak in it, get rubbed under it, and carry it around.  Most of the people we met spoke our language, better or worse, which was a great help.  We adopted a French soldier, convalescing, and took him around three different days.  Also made the acquaintance of a very fine lady whose family has a vast property close to Spain.  Her fiance was killed in Dec. 1914 - and she has been managing her father's ranch, factory, winery and properties.  She invited me there for the next furlough and promised to write every week.  Now I'll have to study up on French grammar, for she doesn't know a word of English.
     Next to the bath house in importance comes the casino.  It is complete in every detail, a large theater which now has movie shows.  The baccarat [....] where the wealth of France changed hands before the war, a cafe, library, writing rooms, smoking rooms, and an immense concert room where one drinks four-bits worth of liquor during each  [..]  the band plays.  
    The chain of mountains are a part of the Pyrenees system, and Mt. Sancy is the highest mountain in France outside of the Alps. From its summit one can look out over seven departments, see eleven lakes and, when its very clear, can see the alps and Mt. Blanc.  We climbed Sancy with a party of civilians, four of whom were ladies.  A sudden storm overtook us about half way up, and when we reached the cabin near the top we were wet to the skin. The place was full of French officers, their wives and others who nursed us like children.  We all sat around the fire dressed in shawls, overcoats and other pieces of borrowed clothing while our clothes were being dried.  There was on fellow with me who had a splendid Irish tenor voice, so we gave them our [....] of songs and the French girls led by an opera singer, responded with French popular songs.  It was a time that none of us will forget.  The sun came out, it looking a tho the storm was over.  So we started back - only to be drenched again before reaching the bottom.  
     Another day we took a longer, tho not so difficult a hike to de Guery and the two Roches.  At the inns along the way one can get fine homemade cheese and butter, creamy milk and good hot chocolate - the prices are all high - we sometimes spent fifteen or twenty dollars on one trip for refreshments lunches and souvenirs. The Y.M.C.A. organizes hikes and carriage trips, but we do not like their system.  The fifteen girl assistants at Le Bourboule are not all representative of our best American ladies though some are very splendid.  Mrs. Theo. Roosevelt Jr.  [Edith Kermit Carow Roosevelt (1861 -1948) was the second wife of President Theodore Roosevelt, and visited France in 1919 to attend to the burial of her son who died in the war] is in charge, and tho I did not talk and dance with her the boys who did said she is very fine.  For my part, I only liked the grey-haired motherly ladies who treated all alike and who worked hard to make us feel at home, rather than the worn out beauties who seemed to have come over for a vacation.  The men are all very fine fellows, tho their system could be improved on.  My chief cause for dislike was when they announced a dance - of course there being several hundred soldiers in town we all looked around for some nice girl to take.  I was lucky and made my date with a wonderful little girl - at the last minute the Y decided not to allow us to bring girls - so we were all disappointed, and fifteen Y. girls danced with the few boobs who took no offence and went without their friends.  

Intended to write until all the cards were filled but must stop here. 

Harold

Added later: 

Jan. 28, 1919

Found this at the bottom of my barracks bag, so will send it home.

H.


I found the following account of Mont-Dore by another soldier "Late in September Pink Wohlford and I had another "permission," and under regulations were pushed off to a new U.S. Leave Area at La Bourboule, a resort in Auvergne. Arriving in the rain, we found the place almost entirely closed for the winter. Most of the restaurants, hotels and cafés were shut and practically all the shops. The result was that there was nothing to do after we had made the excursions to Mont Dore and seen the snow-capped Puy du Dôme. All we could find to occupy our time was to hang around the Casino in the hands of the YMCA with no gambling allowed."

Also, this might be interesting:  Harpedanne de Belleville H-R.  Les sequelles respiratoires des intoxications par les gaz de combat et leur traitement au Mont-Doré

Bordeaux, 1919

Margaret Winter Born May 26th in Sibley Iowa

This is a document I have handwritten on lined paper with 1894 written on top left and right.  I think it is an biography of Margaret Winter by her mother. She titles it "Louisa Margaret Winter." 

Born May 26th 1894 in Sibley, Iowa on Saturday night about eleven o'clock.  Dr. H. Neil ...grandma Wright and nurse Barnes were there to attend to all of your needs.  Our first little daughter and our only little daughter great was our joy, especially your fathers, because you were a little girl baby.   You were a very sweet little baby, only weighed 9 lbs., a small baby compared with the three big brothers who preceded, you were a dear quiet lovely infant.  Malcolm could not say all of your name.  So he called you Easy, he had been out at uncle Joes with his aunt Jennie for a week.  James and Ray were at home and Hattie was there also.  

When you were six weeks old I had gone out for a few minutes when I returned you were not where I had left you.  Malcolm had lifted you and carried you across the room and laid you on bed.  I explained to him how dreadful it would have been had he happened to drop you,  he said he would never do that any more.

Your first visit was at your uncle Josephs, where your grandmother Wright and your aunt Jennie and uncle S. P. Wright all lived.  Your first tea party was at the Rev. Wests.  You were invited with your mother, you were much admired and kissed and passed from one dear lady to the other.  You were baptized in the Little Rock church by the Rev. Brintnell name Louisa Margaret, but I gave you in addition all of the names I had selected for my other daughters, you being the only one, must have them all as follows.  Elizabeth, Mary, Nancy, Kate, Emily, Caryl Louisa Margaret.  Your eyes were beautiful big brown eyes your hair was light and flaxen.  You always smiled at me and gave yourself a cute little shake whenever I looked at you from the time you were very young.  When you were six months we moved from Sibley onto a farm we had purchased out near Little Rock.  When you were three or four years old you imagined that Santa Claus must have a little boy and you called him Johnnie Claus.  You called the garden the "gadie" and was never happier than when among the flowers and growing things.  Miss Lela Green taught our school and boarded with us.  You were very fond of her, and she hung two cute little dolls, one on each end of the Christmas tree for you from Johnnie Claus.  Then you were surprised and happy.  And your brothers were convinced that there was a Johnnie Claus.  Miss Green allowed you to come to school every Friday afternoon that was when you were three years old.  You had your own little slate and pencil, and primer, so you started to school quite a baby did you not.  You could ride a horse when seven years old, yes and bring her in from the pasture which joined the house yard, the way you managed it, when her head was down as she cropped the grass you would jump up on her neck and as she lifted her head you slid down onto her back.  However your real study did not begin in school before you were past 5 years.  At 7 you were well up in the second reader your playmates were Jeannie and Gracie Virst.  You have had measles, whooping cough and chicken pox.  The songs you liked me to sing when you were quite small were Sleep baby sleep, and A dear little girl sat under a tree.  Sleep baby sleep.  Your cottage vale in deep clear white.  The little lamb in the green with fleece so soft and white.  Sleep baby Sleep.    Sleep baby sleep.  Your father is ---  He is the lamb of God in high.  Who for us all came down to die.  Sleep baby sleep.

[to be continued]                

Clan Murray Family History as Related to the Winter Family of Bovina

I have a handwritten document in cursive passed down in a scrapbook that is associated with my mother's aunt, Margaret Winter. The latest date in it is 1928.   The first part of it looks to be a copy of a genealogical account of the Murray clan history.  After that we get the following:


"Below is a copy of Murray Family Record taken from the family Bible brought by William Murray and his wife Jean Black Murray from the parish of Eskdalemeuir, Dumfriesshire, Scotland, to Bovina, Delaware County, New York about the year 1818.    - 

Robert Murray - Moffat, Scotland.  [This may be the name of the first owner of the Bible]

John Murray  born  Sep. 28, 1754
Margaret Murray "  Mch. 28, 1755
William Murray   "  Sep. 28, 1757
Jean Murray "  Feb. 27, 1760
Robert Murray  "  Nov. 2, 1762
Alexander Murray  "  Dec. 5  1765

We do not know which was the father of William Murray born in 1790 at Moffat, Scotland who married Jean Black. 

Children of William Murray and Jean Black Murray

Robert Murray  Born   1814 [crossed out]    Died ___
John Murray      "        ___                         "      ___
Jean Murray      "        ____                       "    Mch. 1, 1893
Rebecca Murray "      Feb. 3, 1827            "     Oct. 5, 1903
William Murray  "       Nov. 21, 1828          "     June 7, 1887
David Murray     "       Oct. 15, 1830          "     Mch. 6, 1905
Christia Murray   "      Mch. 17, 1832        "      May 14, 1868
Johanna Murray         1835                                          1879

Rebecca Murray married John Winter Dec. 31, 1846.  John Winter died July 7, 1869 at Bovina N.Y."  There are more descendents listed.  

I came across the following by a Mary Stockler in Murray Family Genealogical Forum July 18, 2007. 

"According to what I have found so far William Murray (b. 1790 or so in Eskdalmuir, Dumfriesshire, Scotland) and Jean Black (b. 1789 or so somewhere in Scotland) married, immigrated to the Delaware County, New York area in 1818, and had somewhere around 8 children, including William Murray Jr, a New York State Supreme Court Justice (my great-great-great-great grandfather)."


William Murray Jr. is mentioned in my document as "Justice of the Supreme Court of New York state from 1868 to 1884 retiring one year before his death on account of his illness." A book titled Courts and Lawyers of New York: A History, 1609-1925, Volume 1 by Alden Chester, Edwin Melvin Williams which records him as being a district attorney in the 6th district in 1850, a Judge in Delaware Conty in 1863, and a Justice of the Supreme Court in the 6th District in 1867.

The document also says that "David Murray was the first Minister of Education to Japan in 1872 also Professor of Mathematics at Rutgers College."  David Murray was quite a significant figure and has   a wikipedia page here.

My document also says that  "Christia Murray was a student of Mrs. Emma Wiilliard at Troy Female Seminary."  Emma Willard has an entry in Wikipedia:  "Emma Hart Willard (February 23, 1787 – April 15, 1870) was an American women's rights activist who dedicated her life to education. She worked in several schools and founded the first school for women’s higher education, the Troy Female Seminary in Troy, New York. With the success of her school, Willard was able to travel across the country and abroad, to promote education for women. The Troy Female Seminary was named again the Emma Willard School in 1895 in her honor. " 

Christia Murray is given an few paragraphs entry in a free ebook Emma Willard and Her Pupils: Or, Fifty Years of Troy Female Seminary, 1822-1872  pg. 554.

In response to the Stockler post appears the following by Wayne Howell, GenSearch, July 19, 2007:  "This was work I did for a client back in 1998/99. The client has since died. However, I checked my records for that person and found this regarding the father of William Murray: W. Robert Murray, of Thorpland, Moffat, Dumfries, Scotland (no further information. Source: From Parish Moffat, County Dumfries, Scotland "Old Parochial Records", FHC, Salt Lake City. This information, at that time, was a dead end...and I did no more work for the client."  So it looks like the William Murray who was born in 1790 was son of W. Robert Murray of Moffat.