Dear Tim, Both funeral homes are still flourishing. Their addresses are as follows: Otto Redanz Funeral Home Michigan Ave. at Tenth St. Niagara Falls, NY 14305 (716) 282-2010 Rhoney Funeral Home 1124 Ontario Ave. Niagara Falls, NY 14305 (716) 285-3436 Good luck, vee ----- Original Message ----- From: Tim Lowrey <tallow@sympatico.ca> To: <NYNIAGAR-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, January 17, 2001 3:42 AM Subject: Funeral Homes? > Looking for information regarding the following Niagara Falls, NY > funeral homes: > > 1) Otto Redanz Funeral Home (1962) > > 2) The Rhoney Funeral Home, 1124 Ontario Ave. (1981) > > Would like to know if either or both of these establishments are still > in business, and their mailing addresses if possible. > > Thanks, Tim > > > ==== NYNIAGAR Mailing List ==== > Crossing the border into Canada? For Ontario resources, see > <http://www.cyndislist.com/ontario.htm>. >

Good Evening listers, A while back Vee wanted to know how to archive old e-mail; that is how to transfer it to a floppy. She learned how to do it with Outlook Express, but I use Juno. She suggested when Jim [sorry I forgot his name and have deleted his correspondence to me] and I figured out how to archive with Juno to post it. Here goes! 1- Choose the e-mail message you want to save 2- Click on File (at the top of the screen) 3- Click on Save Message as Text File. This will let you choose where to save it - choose your floppy drive [mine is A:] 4- Click save 5- Once it is saved on your floppy you can delete the extra unreadable text Juno puts in at the beginning. I did, however, learn that if I wanted to send this saved message to someone, Juno includes what you have taken the time to delete. 6- That's it for Juno and saving those special e-mails to a floppy. In case I haven't explained this properly [I'm a novice at these things], please let me know, and I'll try a different approach. REMEMBER there's no such thing as a dumb question. ;-) Evelyn, trying to help out fellow Juno users ________________________________________________________________ GET INTERNET ACCESS FROM JUNO! Juno offers FREE or PREMIUM Internet access for less! Join Juno today! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/463 Surname: ------------------------- This is the right time frame but not the right family. I am currently sending for the Newton soundex of the 1900 census to check on my family through my local LDS family history center. If you wish, I can check on yours at the same time. Just provide me with the full names of each family member.

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/462 Surname: ------------------------- I have a Edgar Newton, born in Creamor, Ontario Canada married to a Lida Chapman born in Lockport and children born in Lockport in Niagara cty. Their daughter Sarah was born 1894. Is the time frame correct?? No other information to date. Thanks. Paula Paul

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/461 Surname: Conley, Connelly ------------------------- I am interested in any information regarding the Conley/Connelly families that settled in Lockport, N.Y. in the 1800's. I am hoping that someone may provide a clue to assist in unraveling these families. I will be glad to share whatever information I have. My e-mail is sum-1@home.com

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/459 Surname: Cooper, Gratrick, Tyler ------------------------- Looking for information about John Cooper, b 1841 in Lincolnshire, England, son of Thomas Cooper and Mary Ruth Gratrick/Gratrix. Brother of William, George and Richard. Husband of Julia (born Ireland) and Maria (Tyler?). Father of John Thomas, Emma G. and Mary. Lived in Royalton Twp., Niagara Co., NY.

Looking for information regarding the following Niagara Falls, NY funeral homes: 1) Otto Redanz Funeral Home (1962) 2) The Rhoney Funeral Home, 1124 Ontario Ave. (1981) Would like to know if either or both of these establishments are still in business, and their mailing addresses if possible. Thanks, Tim

Dear Group, A number of you have let me know that you enjoy the stories that I post and I know that a number of you have wondered if my talent for writing is a gift or something that I've studied for years. No, I've ever studied the art of writing but maybe the following will give you an inkling about how I viewed the stories I wrote when I was a kid and how discouraged I was back then when the teacher criticized a particular word I had used in a simple story. Back then I never knew that I was a writer. * * * This is something that has been rankling me ever since I was in the sixth grade. It has to do with a story I wrote for sixth grade English class on October 1, 1942, and this evening I made a determined effort to dig up that story just so that I could tell you about it. This evening I went upstairs and after rummaging around in my old Navy foot locker where I store such treasures, I finally found it in a scrap book that I had labled "School Daze." I eventually found it in a folder made out of green construction paper with the title of "Stories--Grade 6, Vee Housman." This is the simple story I wrote: The Old and the New "Tell us a story, Grandfather," cried Sue and Jimmy, "about your experiences at sea." "I've told you about all I know, but I guess there's a few I haven't told you." "One bright October day a young friend of mine came to visit me in my workshop. He wanted to show me a model airplane he had built. I could see he spent a lot of time on it. He wanted to ask my advice. He said, 'Do you think that my model airplane could win a prize at the hobby show?' I answered, 'Yes.' The next day was the hobby show. Guess what! He won first prize!" "Even if [the story] wasn't about the sea, it was still a nice story," Sue said. "I think it was swell," Jimmy exclaimed. Now that was the end of the story. Of course I know that it didn't make much sense and it didn't keep you spellbound! But what I've always remembered about that story is what my sixth grade English teacher wrote in red pencil when she corrected it. She had crossed out the word "swell" that Jimmy had said and replaced it with "great." And that's when I got upset--and I'm still upset!. As as an 11-year-old(?) kid I certainly knew that it wasn't proper to use slang words. But I also knew that they were commonly used. And when I wrote that little story . . . well that's the word that I felt Jimmy would use. Hey, *I* didn't say it, JIMMY did! It was part of the story. So if there are any English teachers out there who correct such simple stories that your students write, be careful with your red pencils. You may be stifling a future writer with real talent. Jimmy can say whatever he damn well wants to. Don't shoot down the reporter with your red pencil! It COULD be permanent! WHOOSH! I feel so much better after saying that after all of these years! :-) vee

Vee, have you ever read Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way"? She talks about those in an artist's past who have encouraged them in their journey, and those who have discouraged them, and about the 'U turns' that can be caused by the wrong kind of criticism, or the right kind at the wrong time, and gives lots of exercises to do, food for thought, and inspiring quotes. You might enjoy it! -- I am sailing to Athens... Make voyages, attempt them! There is nothing else! ~ "Lord Byron", CAMINO REAL by Tennesee Williams ---------- >From: "Vee L. Housman" <housman@adelphia.net> >To: NYNIAGAR-L@rootsweb.com >Subject: A simple story I wrote-1942 >Date: Tue, Jan 16, 2001, 8:39 PM > > Dear Group, > > A number of you have let me know that you enjoy the stories that I post and > I know that a number of you have wondered if my talent for writing is a gift > or something that I've studied for years. No, I've ever studied the art of > writing but maybe the following will give you an inkling about how I viewed > the stories I wrote when I was a kid and how discouraged I was back then > when the teacher criticized a particular word I had used in a simple > story. Back then I never knew that I was a writer. > > * * * > > This is something that has been rankling me ever since I was in the sixth > grade. It has to do with a story I wrote for sixth grade English class on > October 1, 1942, and this evening I made a determined effort to dig up that > story just so that I could tell you about it. This evening I went upstairs > and after rummaging around in my old Navy foot locker where I store such > treasures, I finally found it in a scrap book that I had labled "School > Daze." I eventually found it in a folder made out of green construction > paper with the title of "Stories--Grade 6, Vee Housman." This is the simple > story I wrote: > > The Old and the New > > "Tell us a story, Grandfather," cried Sue and Jimmy, "about your experiences > at sea." > > "I've told you about all I know, but I guess there's a few I haven't told > you." > > "One bright October day a young friend of mine came to visit me in my > workshop. He wanted to show me a model airplane he had built. I could see > he spent a lot of time on it. He wanted to ask my advice. He said, 'Do you > think that my model airplane could win a prize at the hobby show?' I > answered, 'Yes.' The next day was the hobby show. Guess what! He won > first prize!" > > "Even if [the story] wasn't about the sea, it was still a nice story," Sue > said. > > "I think it was swell," Jimmy exclaimed. > > Now that was the end of the story. Of course I know that it didn't make > much sense and it didn't keep you spellbound! But what I've always > remembered about that story is what my sixth grade English teacher wrote in > red pencil when she corrected it. She had crossed out the word "swell" that > Jimmy had said and replaced it with "great." And that's when I got > upset--and I'm still upset!. As as an 11-year-old(?) kid I certainly knew > that it wasn't proper to use slang words. But I also knew that they were > commonly used. And when I wrote that little story . . . well that's the > word that I felt Jimmy would use. Hey, *I* didn't say it, JIMMY did! It > was part of the story. > > So if there are any English teachers out there who correct such simple > stories that your students write, be careful with your red pencils. You may > be stifling a future writer with real talent. Jimmy can say whatever he > damn well wants to. Don't shoot down the reporter with your red pencil! It > COULD be permanent! > > WHOOSH! I feel so much better after saying that after all of these years! > :-) > vee > > > > ==== NYNIAGAR Mailing List ==== > Were your ancestors in Niagara County by 1860? You might find their > names at <http://www.rootsweb.com/~nyniagar/extras/1860.html>, > transcribed from 1860 county maps! > >

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/457 Surname: Maillet, Nadeau ------------------------- I'll give a 25.00 reward to anyone producing a legal notice for Niagara County, NY for my dad, Arthur Maillet who died recently December 27, 2000 at Niagara Falls, NY. I live out-of-state and won't know if a legal notice will be posted for someone to be in charge of his 'estate'. There's a chance that a relative might do something like that but not notify me. Anyone know where I could check out legal notices for Niagara County area on a daily basis and on-line? Diana

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/456 Surname: PETITT, FELLOWS, BROWN ------------------------- Hi Judith: I am trying to find info on my Gr-Gr Grandmother, Viola Petitt, who married Adin Fellows and lived in Lockport, NY during the mid-1800's. Do you have any Viola Petitt in your records?

Hi all, I sure hope someone on this list can help. I have William Wilson (son of James Wilson and Rachel) who was born in NJ in 1790/91, migrated to NY about 1815 with wife Anna (aka Martha A. Hoag) and moved again in 1838 to Oakland County, Michigan with 9 children....all born in NY. Two more children were born to them in Springfield Twp, Oakland Co, MI. William and Anna Wilson's children were: James b NY 1815; Rachel NY b 1817; Webster b NY 1819, Mary b NY 1823; Daniel b NY 1825; John b NY 1827; Jane b NY 1830; Numan (aka Newman) b NY 1833; Anna Martha b NY 1836; Isaac b 1842 Michigan; Harriet b 1847 Michigan. Associated family names that I am aware of are: HOAG, LAING, LOSEE, HAYNE, SMITH ( I have a Sidney and a Lydia Smith), GOULD, CARTER, ROHM, HOTCHKISS, WHEELER, KINNEY, SCHOOLEY, PERCY, LUTZ, MENZER. If you are looking for Wilson's who were possibly in Niagara county, NY between 1815 and about 1838 and then went to Michigan and one of the above names rings a bell ..... please contact me. The surname has been seen spelled with both 1 "L" and 2 "L's". Many thanks, Bonnie Menzer Barnes Perth, Western Australia

I am new to this list and sure hope I'm in the right place for Wilson, New York. Does anyone connect to Viola Wilson b. abt 1858 in Springfield Twp., Oakland Co., MI? She married Sanford A. HAYNE on 24 April 1879 in Oakland Co., MI. In 1934 they were living in Wilson, Niagara Co., NY Any info at all would be greatly appreciated. I can get back to Viola's (aka Alice Viola) grandparents who also lived in this part of NY for about 20 years, but then it's a dead end. Thanks for any and all help. Bonnie Menzer Barnes Perth, Western Australia

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/455 Surname: Elwood ------------------------- Looking for information on a William Elwood family who lived in Wrights Corners, Niagara County. He was married to a Sarah Sutton from England. He was also from England. He was born 2/29/1839, died 8/28/1917 and is buried in Wrights Corners Presbyterian Church Cemetery as is Sarah. She was born 11/8/1850 and died 2/1/1935. I am at a dead end as to finding where they came from in England and when they came to the US.

Dear Group, And then Cora got to talking about Barbara Frietchie and the poem that was written by John Greenleaf Whittier. When she mentioned the lines that she has remembered over a long long time, "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag, she said, " I knew that I certainly remembered that part of it. And between the two of us and the Internet we realized that the poem was about an old women who protected the American flag when Confederate forces marched through Frederick, Maryland, during the Civil War. So, again, I got on the Internet and found the whole poem and printed it out for Cora. And, once again, I'm sharing the poem with you. vee Barbara Frietchie Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach trees fruited deep, Fair as the garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fall When Lee marched o'er the mountain-wall; Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot, into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. "Halt!" - the dust-brown ranks stood fast. "Fire!" - out blazed the rifle-blast. It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf. She leaned far out on the window-sill, And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!" he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet: All day long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well; And through the hillgaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Flag of Freedom and Union, wave! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law; And ever the stars above look down On thy stars below in Frederick town! John Greenleaf Whittier

Dear Group, The phone rang this evening and it was my dear 97-year-old friend Cora. We frequently call each other but tonight she seemed to really need someone to talk to about something pleasant to get her mind off the recent death of an old pastor friend of hers. Well, I was up to it and I steered her away from the subject and we got to talking about the olden days. She told me that when she was a little girl she remembered a very special poem that she had recited in the fourth or fifth grade when she went to school in Wilson, NY. She told me it was by James Russell Lowell and she told me that the title of it was "The First Snowfall." Oh, Lordy, it was MY favorite poem! And Cora couldn't believe it when I told her that it started out with, "The snow had begun in the gloaming and busily all the night . . ." It was the favorite poem of BOTH of us! We compared notes with each other about the poem and she let me know that she remembered the part about the child's grave while I remembered the part about the beauty of the snow and how it was described. I got on the Internet and eventually brought up the poem itself and printed it out for Cora. She can't wait for me to take it over to her so that she can read it once again. And for what it's worth, the poem follows. It's a poem that Cora remembers learning in school and a poem I remember learning in school. Cora is 97 and I'm 69. Is that poem still taught in school? Oh, it should be! It's so beautiful. vee The First Snowfall by James Russell Lowell The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. From sheds new-roofed with Carrara Came Chanticleer's muffled crow, The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was heaped so high. I remembered the gradual patience That fell from that cloud-like snow, Flake by flake, healing and hiding The scar of our deep-plunged woe. And again to the child I whispered, "The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall!" Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.

I'm 48, and my mother used to read that poem to me, along with other favorites of hers like "The Highwayman", out of her old high school poetry book, 'Magic Casements.' Thank you for reminding me! Now I live in California (mostly to get away with snow) but it's nice to remember how, as a kid who didn't have to drive in it, I'd get so excited the first time it snowed each year. Thanks Vee, Chris -- I am sailing to Athens... Make voyages, attempt them! There is nothing else! ~ "Lord Byron", CAMINO REAL by Tennesee Williams ---------- >From: "Vee L. Housman" <housman@adelphia.net> >To: NYNIAGAR-L@rootsweb.com >Subject: The First Snowfall >Date: Sun, Jan 14, 2001, 10:39 PM > > Dear Group, > > The phone rang this evening and it was my dear 97-year-old friend Cora. We > frequently call each other but tonight she seemed to really need someone to > talk to about something pleasant to get her mind off the recent death of an > old pastor friend of hers. Well, I was up to it and I steered her away from > the subject and we got to talking about the olden days. > > She told me that when she was a little girl she remembered a very special > poem that she had recited in the fourth or fifth grade when she went to > school in Wilson, NY. She told me it was by James Russell Lowell and she > told me that the title of it was "The First Snowfall." Oh, Lordy, it was MY > favorite poem! And Cora couldn't believe it when I told her that it started > out with, "The snow had begun in the gloaming and busily all the night . . > ." It was the favorite poem of BOTH of us! We compared notes with each > other about the poem and she let me know that she remembered the part about > the child's grave while I remembered the part about the beauty of the snow > and how it was described. > > I got on the Internet and eventually brought up the poem itself and printed > it out for Cora. She can't wait for me to take it over to her so that she > can read it once again. > > And for what it's worth, the poem follows. It's a poem that Cora remembers > learning in school and a poem I remember learning in school. Cora is 97 and > I'm 69. Is that poem still taught in school? Oh, it should be! It's so > beautiful. > > vee > > The First Snowfall > by James Russell Lowell > > The snow had begun in the gloaming, > And busily all the night > Had been heaping field and highway > With a silence deep and white. > > Every pine and fir and hemlock > Wore ermine too dear for an earl, > And the poorest twig on the elm-tree > Was ridged inch deep with pearl. > >>From sheds new-roofed with Carrara > Came Chanticleer's muffled crow, > The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, > And still fluttered down the snow. > > I stood and watched by the window > The noiseless work of the sky, > And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, > Like brown leaves whirling by. > > I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn > Where a little headstone stood; > How the flakes were folding it gently, > As did robins the babes in the wood. > > Up spoke our own little Mabel, > Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" > And I told of the good All-father > Who cares for us here below. > > Again I looked at the snow-fall, > And thought of the leaden sky > That arched o'er our first great sorrow, > When that mound was heaped so high. > > I remembered the gradual patience > That fell from that cloud-like snow, > Flake by flake, healing and hiding > The scar of our deep-plunged woe. > > And again to the child I whispered, > "The snow that husheth all, > Darling, the merciful Father > Alone can make it fall!" > > Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; > And she, kissing back, could not know > That my kiss was given to her sister, > Folded close under deepening snow. > > > > > ==== NYNIAGAR Mailing List ==== > Check the GenConnect boards for Niagara County! Stop by > <http://www.rootsweb.com/~nyniagar/query.html> for links to all seven. > For other counties, see <http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/indx/NY.html>. > >

Posted on: Niagara Co. NY Queries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/genbbs.cgi/USA/NY/Niagara/454 Surname: Levings ------------------------- I am searching for the birth record of my great grandfather John Calvin Levings b. 12 March, 1861 in Pendleton, Niagara, Ny. The family was Methodist. His parents; Noah and Amarilla Levings. Are there census records for the 1860`s or 70`s? John C`s grandfather [Charles Levings] was in the area and also his great grandfather [Noah Levings-he was receiving pension for his military service-he appears to have died in 1840`s] in Niagara County. I have exhausted the information on the www and need help.

Just read a message here re: the 1915 NY state census for Niagara County. This must be the day for going to the FHC! Used the online catalog at http://www.familysearch.org and looked at the state census films available for Niagara County. So today, I ordered one of the three that cover 1865 and 1875 census - in particular for the town of Wilson. Nicely, the descriptions at the site note which towns are included on each film! So in abt 3 weeks or so, I'll get one of those lovely postcards telling me the film is in! (and the other two I ordered on other topics) Hurray!!! debbie (hoping everyone is doing well these days...)

I have been using the 1905 and 1915 Niagra County State Census films from the FHC. When using them today, I ran across something that I have not seen before and was hoping someone on this list could help answer my question. I have 2 separate children's entries on the census under the column for age show as follows: first child 92 D The D is in the next column of the census but written very close to the number 92 second child 272 d The d is in the say box as the number. Is the D/d to designate the number of days old these children were at the time of the census? I would like to know so that I can calculate a birth date for these 2 children. As a side note, both the 1905 and 1915 state census have helped me narrow down considerably several dates of death for my ancestors. My thanks to those on this list that told me about these films and that the FHC had them to order. I have several more weeks of reading them to go to find all of my family but it was very rewarding today for me in viewing these films. Kim Cornstubble email address: kcornstub@aol.com