A Note to My Readers: I may not be the “Lone Ranger” here, but I am fortunate to be the custodian of a great many family treasures including my maternal great grandparents’ family bible circa 1867, a myriad of cabinet cards, Victorian trading cards, a key to the city of Auburn, NY presented to my mother, my parents’ marriage ceremony booklet, a panoramic photo of a 1929 Tyler Kindred of America family reunion and an 1896 fraternal order ribbon badge to name a few. Most all photos are from my mother’s side of the family which includes a few reproductions of the originals that are in the possession of cousins. My mother was hugely sentimental and the ‘keeper of memories’ and she passed the torch on to me.
My father died when I was ten and there was some Martin family time with his kith and kin, but it did not have the bonded blood-to-blood tribal love that imbued every Purdy gathering. Accompanied with singing and gossiping, cigarettes, cocktails, bosoms sporting expensive perfumes and glorious shades of lipsticks that marked cigarette butts and children’s cheeks, nothing was done in small doses in my mother’s family. Especially reminiscing. Along with the affectionate and dramatic Purdy panache, I was provided with enough memorabilia, photos and lore to know my mother’s side and to begin to build a worthy maternal family tree. Not so with my father. I barely had time to know my father and having no knowledge of my paternal history was something that challenged me from the very beginning. It also gave me one of my first and ongoing brick wall mysteries.
Lillian W. Jennings Martin (1858 – ?)
My great grandmother, Lillian Jennings Martin, disappeared off the planet shortly after her daughter Lillian was born in Brooklyn, NY in 1898. I have researched every entity, nook and cranny in and out of the genealogist’s toolbox within the boroughs of NYC and including a Long Island Sanitarium. In fact, I even searched in nearby New Jersey as she had given birth to a still born child at a hospital there in 1888. Though I could cull much about her husband Henry from Brooklyn newspapers, there was nothing about Lillian. According to Green-Wood cemetery in Brooklyn, NY where her husband (and my great grandfather, Henry A. Martin) is buried, she has no burial record there.
Failing to find her information in the Brooklyn area, I went back to her hometown of Auburn, New York. Burial records for North Street Cemetery in Auburn, NY are full of gaps of information. The maintenance of the grounds and records have a terrible history, but I do have records of most of the burials in the Jennings family plot as recorded in an old sexton’s log book. In addition, I have the obituaries of her father, Daniel and sister, Harriet Jennings White that state their burials took place in North Street Cemetery ‘in the Jennings plot’. Lillian is not listed among them in the book and no stones remain to mark any Jennings burials due to scores of years of vandalism and lack of care. Painstakingly searching through Auburn, New York newspaper articles for any Jennings or Martin mention, I had no trouble finding information on her Jennings family members including death notices and obituaries. Why not Lillian? Her husband’s Martin family lived in Auburn and they never failed to show up in the local newspapers. Only Lillian’s 1884 marriage to my great grandfather surfaced in an Auburn, NY newspaper article.
Lacking any more avenues to find Lillian, I decided to open up the research to her siblings. Perhaps there was a clue awaiting me among the Jennings kin. I began with Lillian’s sister Emily Russell Jennings Trowbridge and brother William H. Jennings.
Lillian’s oldest sister, Emily Russell Jennings Trowbridge, lived in Auburn for decades with her husband and three children. John Jasper Trowbridge in partnership with his brother-in-law William H. Jennings owned and operated an art and supplies store in Auburn, New York. Both men were prominent citizens and socially and politically active. Information on the two siblings was an embarrassment of riches. When John moved on to open another store in Binghamton, NY, Will Jennings continued to run the Auburn, New York store with his sons. His new venture was social and business news in both Auburn and Binghamton newspapers. After the turn of the century, the Trowbridges relocated to Orange, New Jersey for a short time as John found a new opportunity to pursue. Eventually the family came back to Binghamton where John had been offered a lucrative position. He and Emily spent their remaining years in Binghamton as did their spinster daughters, Grace and Emma. Son Charles Jasper Trowbridge had fallen in love with socialite Paula Mencken Flugal and the pair were married in West Orange, New Jersey in 1909. Their wedding was reported in the New York Times. A salesman like his father, Charles found opportunity in several places…Philadelphia, New York City, Buffalo, New York, Newton, Massachusetts eventually living in Long Beach, California with his wife and near his married daughters, Ruth Jennings Trowbridge (wife of Graham Hurd Stewart) and Louise White Trowbridge (wife of Philip L. Bruce). I followed Lillian’s nieces and nephew in the hopes that sister Emily’s family would shed some light on her fate.
As I considered it, Emily and her family were living in East Orange about the time Lillian and Henry were living in Brooklyn. And about the time she disappears from any records of any kind. Emily would have known about Lillian’s life and death. Possibly they spent time together as the distance was not great. Perhaps West Orange might hold some kind of clue. A long shot to be sure, but as any genealogical researcher can attest, long shots are very often the very weapon that solves a mystery. New Jersey held no revelation so it was back to Auburn.
The Trowbridges of Binghamton…Emily, and her husband, John Jasper Trowbridge and their spinster daughters, Grace and Emma were all brought back to Auburn, New York to be buried in their family plot in Fort Hill Cemetery. North Street Cemetery had long been disregarded as suitable and Fort Hill held the ‘new’ pioneer burials with all of the grand monuments. Would Lillian have been brought ‘home’ to rest with her Jennings family members in North Street Cemetery? Could she have died in Auburn and not in the Brooklyn area? Was she buried in Brooklyn or her hometown of Auburn? Nothing. No death records. No burial records. No obituaries or death notices. Anywhere. Just unanswered questions lurking everywhere. Lillian’s fate remains a mystery despite my best efforts. I keep at it…blurry eyed, out of ideas, yet still believing that I will find her. Perhaps that energy and faith lives in the ether.
Emily Comes Home
One of two Jennings photos I have is one of Lillian’s sister, Harriet Jennings White. She lived in Auburn all of her life and died in 1940. My father visited her quite often and I am fortunate to own the original photo of Harriet taken around 1936 with my father, his Uncle George Martin (my grandfather Albert’s brother) and two of my older brothers. The other photo I have is gift from an individual who found it among her great aunt’s belongings. It is of Grace Trowbridge. Her cabinet card was tucked among her schoolmate’s memorabilia for over a century only to be found by her schoolmate’s granddaughter. She discovered my blog and reading about Emily and her daughter, Grace, sent Grace’s photo to me to once again be part of family. Grace’s cabinet card is framed and hung in my gallery among her extended family members. She is home.
Recently I was offered another family treasure…a gift…by another historian who found the cabinet card of Emily Russell Jennings…Mrs. John J. Trowbridge in an antique shop near her home. Vicky is an historian herself and makes a point of rescuing the random orphan image and sets about to find family of the subject. A thoughtful (and kindred) spirit, she dug in to the Trowbridge research and came upon my blog and sent me an inquiry. On the back of the cabinet card is gold stamped “Mrs. J. J. Trowbridge. Binghamton, NY”. Was I family? It was the most stunning moment because I had been looking into my Jennings material at that very moment with the hope that a new source had become available and perhaps I might find Lillian.
This was one of those shiver moments. Scoff if you will, but to have the image of Lillian’s sister Emily cross the grand void and find me at that very moment took my breath away. I think I am pretty stubborn…tenacious sounds better…and I hate an unsolved mystery and abandoning an ancestor. What do they say? “Nature abhors a vacuum.” So do I. An incident such as this reinforces my instinct to press on.
Emily’s image is now hung in the gallery in my sitting room where I research and where she has joined her daughter, Grace and her sister, Harriett in the Jennings collection. Perhaps some day, Lillian will find her way home. Meanwhile, I adore the image…the very light blue eyes that I sport. I see family so clearly in her face.
For the few days it took for Emily’s image to arrive in the mail, I haunted my mailbox.
This is when my neighbors question my sanity as I dance to the mailbox in anticipation. Call me a silly and sentimental, but make sure you add genealogist.
Then my bit of Terpsichore to check the post will explain everything.
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