Ancestor Tracking: Grandma Vera’s Lost Love

Ancestor Tracking

Vera Anderson (circa 1960)

Vera Anderson (circa 1960)

Once when I was in high school, I was sitting on Grandma Vera’s glassed-in front porch in Killbuck Ohio, watching the town go by, when a tall, lean old man came walking down the alleyway between her house and the next one.

Grandma watched him and said quietly, “That’s the man I should have married.”  What a shock! Not just that there was a lost love in her life, but that she had a wistful tone. Grandma was not generally wistful.

Sometimes ancestor tracking leads to facts like dates and places. Sometimes it leads to puzzles about the facts.

Me and a boyfriend.

Me with a boyfriend, 1952

  1.  I was a teenager and therefore sure that my Grandmother didn’t understand love, let alone have a lost love.
  2.   Why had I never heard this story before? After all, the man obviously lived in the same town that she had lived in for most of her 70-some years.
  3.  I took this rather personally. “How dare she! If she had married that man, I wouldn’t exist!”, I thought.

Just like Great Uncle Bill Stout who I talked about last week when I was ancestor tracking– his sister, Vera Stout (1881-1964), also got in trouble with their father,Dr. William C. Stout(1845-1910).

Vera Anderson 1899

Vera Anderson 1899, the year she graduated from Killbuck High School

It happened after she graduated from high school. In May 1899, Vera had turned 18.

Dr. Stout and his wife “Hattie” Morgan Stout were great believers in education. “Hattie” had been a teacher and most of Dr. Stout’s brothers had advanced education.  Therefore they were active in insisting that a high school be established in Killbuck, and the first graduating class consisted of one girl, Vera May Stout, and one boy, Otto Welker.

By the time she graduated, she had fallen for a young man of the village of Killbuck and assumed that she would marry him.  However, the young man had a reputation of drinking a bit too much, and when her father, “Doc” Stout, learned about Vera’s intentions, he put his foot down.

He had already shown that he would not put up with someone who imbibed, having refused to pay for (Great Uncle Bill) William Morgan Stout’s attendance at law school because he thought his son was partying too much. When it came to Vera, his answer once again was to send his “straying” child away to school. By 1899, he had accepted William Stout’s success in New York, and decided Vera should go to New York City to stay with her brother and go to secretarial school.

She must have had very mixed feelings, since she adored her older brother, and loved to boldly seek new adventures, but she certainly did not want to leave the love of her life. On the other hand, her older sister Mary E. Stout (known as Maude, 1875-1963) had married Carlos Bartlett the year before. So staying in Killbuck would mean Vera would have to put up with their strict father and the constant comparisons to Maude, who had married a decent young man who was a lawyer for the railroads.

The complexities of family life included the fact that Vera was always questioning authority and Maude was the “good daughter”–studious, talented on the piano, and genteel–and was the clear favorite of their mother. On the other hand, Vera was just adequate at studies, preferring practical things and not a big reader, never mastered the piano and preferred to tell it like it was rather than “putting on airs.”

My grandmother never told me anything about that secretarial school, but since she never worked as a secretary, I have to assume it was not a good fit.  She did like to talk about being in Times Square at the turn of the century, as people rang in 1900. That was an event that stayed with her all her life.

Guy Anderson

Guy Anderson (date unknown)

And the rest of ‘all of her life’ was spent in and around Killbuck, Ohio, with travel as frequently as she could manage it. I’m not sure how long she remained in New York City, but in 1904, she married Guy Anderson (1878-1944) in Killbuck. The county newspaper announcement said with the hyperbole common of the period, “The groom is one of the most prosperous young farmers of Monroe township, while the bride is a talented and accomplished young lady and enjoys the high esteem of the best citizens of our neighboring village.”

Anderson Wedding announcement

Anderson Wedding Announcement 1904

She was 23, and reluctant to take on the care of his two children from a previous marriage, so Guy’s brother Ben Anderson and his wife raised Rhema Anderson (Fair) and Telmar Anderson.

According to my mother’s [Harriette Anderson Kaser’s] recollection, Vera and Guy knew each other from school, but he was several years older than she. Mother also said that Guy taught school when he was younger, so perhaps he was a teacher when Vera was in school.

When they married, however, he ran a family farm outside of town, and she went from the glamorous life in the household of a New York lawyer to being a farm wife. In a new version of “How you going to keep them down on the farm after they’ve seen Paree?” Vera did not like it a bit. It wasn’t long until they moved back into town, where Grandpa Guy, who we called Daddy Guy, tried various jobs to support their quickly growing family.

The year after they were married Vera and Guy had a boy baby. One year later, Harriette was born, and two years after that the youngest son was born. Grandma Vera, in her plain-spoken way, said, “Every time he hung his pants on the bedpost, I had another baby.”

Interestingly, through my youth, I always dreamed of living in New York City for a few months–not permanently– I always said. Was I trying to relive Grandma Vera’s life? Although I obediently, and happily went through college,  I inherited her travel itch. And when I was married, I had three children in three years, just like Grandma. This ancestor tracking has made me realize how like some of our ancestors I am.

As we sat on her porch in the 1950’s, Vera gazed after the tall old man walking down the sidewalk, and mused, “He never was known to be drunk.” She never spoke again about her lost love.

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16 thoughts on “Ancestor Tracking: Grandma Vera’s Lost Love

  1. Brette Sember

    I wish my grandmothers had taken the time to share stories like these in writing. What a gift this is to your family. It’s always weird to think about our grandma’s having sex lives and love interests isn’t it? I love the quote about hanging the pants on the bedpost!

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  2. Avatar photoVera Marie Badertscher Post author

    Brette: This was extremely unusual. Grandma Vera never volunteered personal information about her past, so that was part of the reason I was so thrown when she made the statement about “the man I should have married,” and it has stuck with me.
    Although I have only two letters in her hand (and a couple of recipes), I have letters from other ancestors that you’ll be hearing about.

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  3. Edie Jarolim

    What an interesting story, with so many paradoxes. It’s the hometown boy that she still hankered after, in spite of having spent time in New York. So maybe it’s a story of true love, not geographical desirability.

    I know what you mean about not wanting to know that our elders had romantic lives. After my father died, my mother and I took a trip to Martinique together and she tried to tell me lots of things I didn’t want to know. And I wasn’t even a teenager!

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  4. Avatar photoVera Marie Badertscher Post author

    Yep, Edie…Isn’t it interesting how uncomfortable the private lives of our parents and grandparents can make us? I think the geographic desirability comes in with her never wanting to live in the country, although she settled for a very small town, just like she settled for an older man who was a farmer. However, she bent things a bit to her will by getting him off the farm, and traveling whenever possible.

    My mother, unlike Grandma Vera, was pretty open about most of her many romances… although she had one shocking secret which I’ll be revealing here later.

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  5. Cathy Severson

    While I loved your stories, I ached a bit because my grandparents were all gone by the time I was born. My mom used to tell me stories. I would love to learn more about my maternal grandmother who graduated from law school in 1921, married my grandfather, a widower who was a mule tender at a mine with two small daughters. Not only did she marry out of her class, but out of her religion-she was Catholic. I don’t know what he was. Anyway, she went on to give birth to 4 children, a son that died, and a daughter with moderate disabilities before she herself died at 36. There’s a story there, but unfortunately, no one is left that knows details. But, I can wonder…

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    1. Avatar photoVera Marie Badertscher Post author

      WOW! That is quite a story. I understand how curious you are about that life. What a shame she did not leave anything in writing, but then, sounds like she was much too busy! Her story is somewhat similar to the one of my father’s mother, which I’ll talk about later. I learned her story from people with her last name who had collected written accounts of stories told by old people. Fortunately for me a lot of people were researching her line. Have you tried finding any genealogical researchers looking for her last name?

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  6. ruth pennebaker

    What a fascinating and haunting story, Vera. When we’re young, it’s impossible to believe our elders ever had great passions. As we age, we know differently — and we also know what the young think of us.

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  7. Jane Boursaw

    What a story. My mom never knew that her mother was married to someone *before she married my mom’s dad – until after her mother died. The things we learn…

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      1. Holly

        Found this picture just by chance. That is my dad, Wallace Croskey! I can’t wait to show him the picture.

        Holly Clark

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