52 Documents in 52 Weeks #10 – William Charles Strait’s Form SS-5


William Charles Strait, Sr.

Person of Interest: William Charles Strait
Relationship: Grandfather

Source Citation: William Charles Strait, SS no. 146-10-5034, 03 December 1936, Applicaton for Account Number (Form SS-5), Social Security Administration, Baltimore, Maryland.

Document Description: This document looks to be a photocopy of the microfilm of an original document stored at the Social Security Administration (SSA) in Baltimore Maryland. It is 5-1/2″ by 10″ in size but it is not clear from this document whether the scale has been adjusted for copying convenience. The form is the standard SS-5 Form which is an application for a Social Security Card and the form was created by the SSA. The original appears to have been tri-folded possibly to mail it in a smaller envelope.

Background information regarding Social Security: You can’t get away from doing some history homework while researching your genealogical records. It’s just not going to happen! The documents created by the Social Security Administration are no different. Knowing the progression of the laws surrounding Social Security help the researcher navigate records and point to where the documents can be found. According to the introduction provided by Social Security Administration website “this background material [1969 Abe Bortz book and the 1976 Newman “Preliminary Inventory”] is the narrative involving SSA’s organizational history. This is vital to navigating the Social Security records since they are almost always stored and cataloged by title of the SSA organization which created the records.” The Committee for Economic Security was established in June 1934 in response to the economic crisis brought about by the Great Depression. The committee was tasked with providing legislative recommendations to relieve economic insecurities. The committee presented its recommendations to President Franklin D. Roosevelt in January of 1935. Their recommendations, Roosevelt’s own ideas, and Congress’ ideas were all merged to create the Social Security Bill (R.R. 7260, Public Law No. 271, 74th Congress) which was signed into law on August 14, 1935.

People began applying for their unique Social Security Number shortly after 1935 and this SS-5 form was created to facilitate the issuing of numbers. The numbers are a nine-digit number which originally were in an “AAA-GG-SSSS” format. The first three digits were geographically related and the “numbers were assigned beginning in the northeast and moving south and westward, so that people on the east coast had the lowest numbers and those on the west coast had the highest numbers.”[1] The middle two digits represent a group number that, for administrative reasons, were not assigned in consecutive order. There was some logic that involved assigning even and odd numbers into four broad groups:

  1. odd numbers from 01 through 09
  2. even numbers from 10 through 98
  3. even numbers from 02 through 08
  4. odd numbers from 11 through 99

The last four digits are serial numbers are were issued consecutively within the assigned group number. However, to combat the modern problem of identity theft, in June of 2011 the SSA began a randomization project to eliminate the geographical significance of the first three digits.

Copies of a person’s Social Security Applications can be ordered only if the person is deceased. The application and some instructions can be found at the Social Security Administration website. There is a fee and some rules around how to order. You will be required to furnish proof of death if the person was born less than 120 years ago. Make sure to read up on all the requirements so that you don’t waste your money or delay getting your documents!

william-charles-strait-ss-applicationDocument Scan and Transcription: Form SS-5 Header
Treasury Department
Internal Revenue Service
U. S. Social Security Act
Application for Account Number
146-10-5034 [penned above the top line on the form]

Form SS-5 Body
1. Employee’s first name: William
1. Middle name: Charles
1. Last name: Strait [there is a “363” penned in after his last name]
1. (Married woman give maiden first name, maiden last name, and husband’s last name)
2. Street and Number: Brooklyn Road
3. Post office and state: Stanhope, New Jersey
4. Business name of present employer: Darlington Fabrics, Inc.
5. Business address of present employer: Mill Street, Newton, N.J.
6. Age at last birthday: 26
7. Date of birth, month-day-year, subject to later verification: 7 17 1910
8: Place of birth: Sparta Township [NJ pended in after this]
9: Father’s full name: Ora Simpson Strait
10. Mothers full maiden name: Audrey Hunt
11. Sex: Male/Female, check which: Male [checked]
12: Color: White, Negro, Other (specify), check which: White [checked]
13: If registered with the U. S. Employment Service, give number of registration card: No
14. If you have previously filled out a card like this, State place and date: No
15. Date: 12-3-1936
16: Employee’s signature, as usually written: William Strait [signature]

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Analysis: This document has some powerful genealogical information contained within it. Especially nice is the request for either the applicant’s full or maiden name, if a married female, and the full maiden name of the applicant’s mother. It can be hard to ferret out a female’s maiden name and this application asks for those items specifically. From this form, a short biography for William Charles Strait can be written:

26-year-old William Charles Strait was working for Darlington Fabrics, Inc. located on Mill Street in Newton, New Jersey, on 03 December 1936 when he applied for his Social Security Number. He was born on 17 July 1910 to parents Audrey Hunt and Ora Simpson Strait. At the time he was living on Brooklyn Road in Stanhope, New Jersey, and commuting to work in Newton. He was a white male that was assigned SS#146-10-5034.

I have used this form to find the parent’s of some Repsher cousins when parentage was unclear. This can be especially useful when you have a number of people with the same name in the family. Straits and Repshers, I’m talking to you!

This SS-5 Form is an original document in that it looks to be a strict photocopy of the microfilm of the original records. There are no apparent changes to the document (no redaction or overprinting) and is in William’s original writing. It provides a nice example of his signature in case I need to compare it to other documents.

The information on the document that is primary (firsthand) relates to William’s current address, his age, his gender, his race, his employer, and his employer’s address. The secondary information relates to his birth date (he doesn’t remember his birth date, his parents have told him), his birth place, and his parents. It may seem weird that his age is primary when his birth date is secondary. While he wouldn’t remember his birth date, he can attest to the number of years that are passing that make up his age.

The evidence is direct in relation to the research question of, “When was William Charles Strait of New Jersey born and who were his parents?” in that the questions are explicitly answered by this form. The evidence that his parents were married would be indirect in that some other evidence must be combined with this to prove that his parents were legally married or presenting themselves as a wedded couple. Parentage and marriage are not necessarily the same thing.


This SS-5 form is a great genealogical resource. It can be useful in finding birth dates, places, parents’ names, maiden names, and current employment information. It can, however, be a bit tricky when ordering this record if you don’t have the applicant’s Social Security number, need to provide proof that the applicant is dead, or need to show that both of the applicant’s parents are deceased (born less than 120 years ago), especially when the purpose of ordering the application is to find out parents names. There wasn’t anything surprising that I learned about my grandfather by ordering this form but it does help provide confidence that I’ve done reasonably exhaustive research into this ancestor.

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_Security_number

52 Documents in 52 Weeks #3 – Samuel Longcor’s Grave Site

Person of Interest: Samuel Longcor of Sussex County, New Jersey
Relationship: 3rd great grandfather

Source Citation: Newton Cemetery (19 Lawnwood Ave, Newton, New Jersey), Samuel and Hannah Longcor marker; photographs taken by William Charles Strait, 30 August 2017. Used with permission.


Google map of Newton Cemetery, accessed 21 November 2016

Document/Photo Description: My dad, Samuel Longcor’s 2nd great grandchild, took the photographs of Samuel and Hannah’s headstone and foot stones. He also stopped into the Newton Cemetery caretaker’s office to have them pull information about the plot itself. Newton Cemetery stores that information on index cards with descriptions of the plot size and location. I also contacted the cemetery (info@newtoncemetery.com) and Barbara Cornwell, the secretary/treasurer for the cemetery, was kind enough to send me a map.


Longer range photo of Longcor headstone in Newton Cemetery.


Close of carving on Longcor headstone

Document/Photo Scan and Transcription: Samuel and Hannah’s headstone is a nice one in that it has full dates of both birth and death. The full transcription of the stone is:

Samuel Longcor.
June 5, 1827.
Jan. 6, 1897.
Hannah E. Wilson.
Wife of
Samuel Longcor.
Born Aug. 10, 1828.
Died June 19, 1892.

At the bottom of this squat, obelisk headstone is the family name LONGCOR and the top pyramidal cap has a beautiful cursive “L” carved into it. Their foot stones read “Father” and “Mother.”


Samuel and Hannah’s foot stones at Newton Cemetery


Longcor plot card from Newton Cemetery office

The card from the Newton Cemetery office has some more information about the plot itself. Samuel and Hannah are buried in Section D in plot #500 as indicated by the 1912 map of the cemetery. Their family plot consists of 276 square feet. It is located on the west side of Holly Walk (lane/street name of cemetery road) joining the lot of William Hill on the north side. The dimensions of the plot are given as 10 feet in the front, 14 feet in the rear, 20 feet along the adjacent Hill plot, and 26 feet on the opposite side. The cemetery caretaker said, “that because Longcor is first name on the card he was the owner of the plot.” The card also lists a Joseph Osmun.

Unfortunately, the cemetery map sent to me does not have the (lanes/walk) listed on it and is of very poor resolution.


Analysis: Samuel and Hannah’s dark grey, granite tombstone is in pristine condition in a cemetery that is very well-maintained. The cemetery is still an active one with people still being buried there and thus the grounds are kept trimmed and neat.There is no degradation of the carving or lichen growth on the stone.

There is no added symbolism or iconography on their headstone. For a great read on what people do put on their gravestones and what it means, I recommend an absolutely beautiful book by Douglas Keister called Stories in Stone: A Field Guide to Cemetery Symbolism and Iconography. Another book related to cemeteries but specific to New Jersey is New Jersey Cemeteries and Tombstones: History in the Landscape by Richard E. Veit and Mark Nonestied. And there’s a whole association devoted to the preservation and study of gravestones: The Association for Gravestone Studies.

The simple headstone carving is direct information in that it explicitly answers my research question of “When did Samuel Longcor, and his wife Hannah E., die?” The added bonus is the full birth year for both Samuel and Hannah.

The information, though, is secondary in nature. Samuel wasn’t around when his death date was carved on the headstone and, while he was present at his birth, he most decidedly does not remember it. Additionally, the carver may have made a mistake when inscribing the stone. One would hope that the family wouldn’t pay the carver if the carving was done wrong, but there’s always that chance.

The gravestone is an original source. It’s not a tombstone carved from another tombstone or changed in any fashion that would make us think it’s not the original stone or the real thing. There is no indication that Samuel or Hannah are buried elsewhere. It does happen that people are buried where they die but the family puts up a memorial somewhere else.

The exploration of Joseph Osmun (outside the scope of this post) shows that he was Samuel Longcor’s son-in-law, married to Samuel’s daughter Mary. Thus his inclusion on the index card found at the cemetery.


I’d like to get a better copy of the cemetery map, one which includes the actual lanes of the streets/lanes/walks and possibly shows the location of some of the plots in the cemetery. Time to add to my to-do list about checking with the Sussex County Historical Society to see if they possibly have one. I’ve added Samuel and Hannah E.’s birth and death dates to my family database but would like to confirm their birth dates with a better source; perhaps a birth record or register.

Sepia Saturday #361: Christmas Eve at Gram’s House

The end of both the year and this 2016 project is creeping up fast. On this post I’m going to put all the remaining Christmas cards from Aunt Sadie’s Shirley Temple Scrapbook that haven’t already been used in previous blog posts.


The first is a cleverly folded card. When collapsed, Santa is holding his sack over his shoulder but when opened up it’s sitting on a table. Santa is a bit pigeon-toed and is being assisted by three adorable dogs all wearing bows. This household is getting a teddy bear in a wagon as a present. The saying inside reads, “If I were Santa Claus you’d get a sleigh chock full of gift, I bet!”


A mystery card is next. This one features a beautiful poinsettia both on the cover and inside. It’s sent from Aunt Lizzie. Though the sepia361015mystery is who exactly is she? Another item for my to-do list….


Another Santa is winking benevolently at a grey kitten dressed in blue outerwear and holding a muff to keep her paws warm. Santa, though, is holding a sign that says, sepia361002“Hello, Little Girl!” meant for the card recipient rather than the kitten. The saying inside reads, “Hello, little girl! Merry Christmas! Hope Santa is lovely to you and hope there’s a lot of surprises in store for you all the year though!” This was sent to Aunt Sadie from her Grandma Anna K. Repsher.


And some kittens in “a basket full of yuletide cheer!” grace the front of this card. The sepia361009basket is surrounded by holly and has a big red bow tied to it. One of the kittens on the inside is reading to the sender, “Just a little message for Christmas and New Year but it is warm and friendly and heartily sincere.” Assuming this is from Grandma Strait this time since the capital “G” is made in a completely different way.


This cut-out Santa is wishing everyone Happy Holidays but I’m unsure why he’s wearing a wreath around his neck. He’s wearing a yellow belt and mittens and the red part of his suit sepia361004is fuzzy to the touch. The inside is different, being a card made from red card stock. The saying explains the wreath, “I’m on my way this Christmas, All wrapped up in holly, My rosy cheeks are wreathed in smiles, I’ve come to make you jolly!” This is the only card in the collection from Sadie’s Aunt Bernice (and the boys) sent to Sadie in 1941.


This simple red, grey, and black Art Deco card features a couple of candles nestled in holly.

sepia361013Sent in 1937 from Grandma (Repsher, based on the capital G), it says on the inside, “Wishing you all the joys that come with a Merry Christmas.”

The next card is another Santa in a fuzzy-to-sepia361005the-touch suit on a rooftop with his sack getting ready to deliver his presents. He’s waving and giving a sepia361006generic “Howdy!” as greeting. I particularly like the vignette on the inside of this card. It shows a very cozy fireside scene with the “stockings all hung by the chimney with care” and a decorated Christmas tree. Uncle Adam and Aunt Kitty sent this one to Sadie. The saying inside reads, “From Christmas tree to jingle bells, to gifts and holly, too, I hope old Santa bulges, with loads of joy for you!”


The last Christmas related card has a little boy and his dog standing in front of a large wreath. The boy is “singing out” and it certainly looks like the dog is helping out or perhaps scowling at the caterwauling. The card comes from Kitty Smith before she was married to Sadie’s Uncle Adam.


Bea and Bill’s first Christmas.

Bea and Bill’s first Christmas together was celebrated in 1935 and they took a picture to commemorate. I like the simplicity of this photo; the radio sitting on the table, the doilies on the chair, the strings of beads along the windows, the tinsel on the tree itself, the style of the furniture.


Jen’s first Christmas at Gram Strait’s house.

Up until the year Sadie’s mother Beatrice (my grandmother) died, Christmas Eve at Grandma Strait’s house on Lincoln Place was a tradition we observed for many years. As my parents started their family, and because my grandmother was widowed fairly young, it was a way to celebrate the holidays with Gram while still having Christmas day at our own home on Merriam Avenue. We would gather at Gram’s house for dinner along with Aunt Sadie and Uncle Jimmy. After dinner, Gram would open her presents from Dad and Sadie and then we would open our gifts from Gram to us. She often embroidered pillowcases, table runners, and dresser scarves for us as gifts and she always included a hand-made felt ornament on the packages for everyone.


Martha, Jenni, Jodi, Jill and Bill


Martha with daughters Jenni, Jodi and Jill

Over the years, we had a few variations to the usual cast of characters. When Gram married Joseph Guirreri in 1976, Maryann Ulmer, and her children, Mike and Lisa, joined us for Christmas Eve. After Joe’s passing in 1980, Maryann and my grandmother had a falling out over some of Joe’s things. They didn’t join us again. Unfortunately, after my parent’s divorce, my Dad quit joining us for Christmas Eve.

Grams’ house was always decked out to the nines with Christmas decorations. They hung from the ceilings, covered the tables and overran the bookcases. This picture highlights some of that:


Martha with daughters Jenni, Jodi and Jill


Jenni, Jodi, Martha and Jill

A running joke about Christmas Eve at Gram’s house started when the granddaughters were old enough to start bringing boyfriends as guests. Gram’s standardscreen-shot-2016-09-28-at-12-59-36-pm gift to all men invited that weren’t yet family or were brand-new to the family was a sturdy soap-on-a-rope from Avon.

We also had one memorable year when my grandmother surprised us all with the gifts for that year. Gram grew up during the Great Depression, then felt the effects of rationing during World War II. As a result, she was very frugal and loved to send away for free things or receive free gifts when buying something else. Think bookmark-when-you-order-a-magazine-subscription type free gifts… Well, unbeknownst to us, she spent a whole year collecting free things and squirreling them away for Christmas. We all tramped into the house with our gifts for Gram in our arms. While placing those under her tree, we took one look at the gifts already there and knew something was up. Instead of a bunch of wrapped gifts there were only a few things along with a blue, lumpy, pillowcase type bag. We started whispering amongst ourselves, “What the heck is that?”


Jodi, Jenni, Martha and Jill

We got through dinner and then gathered in the living room to start the gift exchange. As usual, Gram opened her gifts first and after that it was time for the grandkids to open theirs. She picked up the blue bag and announced, “This year we’re doing something different. Everybody gets gifts but it’s going to be a grab bag this year!” And sure enough, it was. She had individually wrapped things but you didn’t know what you were going to get. There was a checkbook size year calendar, a decorative plate, a tote of some sort, a comb and brush, mittens, a mug, etc. All sorts of little odds and ends. We got a kick out of it (another running joke for the years ahead was born) and Gram was so proud of herself for thinking of something so unique.


Jenni, Gram Strait, Jill and Jodi

You can tell in the picture above that it’s Christmas since the Christmas tchotchkes are everywhere! Elves on the lamp, toy soldiers sitting on the bookcase shelves, gift bows on the marble-top table. Apparently, we got purses for Christmas that year.

 One final, parting Christmas Eve at Gram’s House photo:


Jenni, Jill, Jodi and Martha

The concept behind these weekly Saturday posts can be found at Sepia Saturday Intro.
Theme taken from Sepia Saturday photo (originally #310, 19 Dec 2015): Christmas Eve


Sepia Saturday #360: Attention!







This beautiful Christmas card was given to Aunt Sadie by her grandmother Repsher. The white teddy bear holds a large candy cane and some holly. It is surrounded by other toys like a yellow elephant, a toy plane, a green giraffe and a white dog. The inside features a poem, “May old Santa Claus grant all your wishes, So your Christmas is surely a dandy, And as gay as the red and white stripes On a big stick of peppermint candy!

What does a big teddy bear on a Christmas card have to do with the prompt photo of a soldier eating a donut? Well, the inside of the card has a couple of saluting soldiers. And I have a photo of my dad, William Strait, and his sister, Mercedes Marie Strait, that reminds me of these saluting soldiers:


With the bombing of Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, America was plunged into the middle of World War II. Billy and Sadie’s mother, Beatrice, was a seamstress and support for the “boys” overseas led to a wave of patriotism. Beatrice constructed the uniforms for them, even incorporating hats into the outfits. Billy and Sadie proudly showed off their new uniforms, while standing at attention and snapping off a crisp salute for the camera. 

During the war, rounds of rationing were implemented, starting originally with a sugar ration. The war caused supplies to be short for things like rubber, metal, clothing, and other items. However, food rationing and price controls caused households to feel the pinch of supporting the America War effort. Per the National Archives at Boston:

“During World War II fewer manufactured goods were available because of military needs. A system of rationing and price controls were established to provide resources needed for the war and to avoid the kinds of economic problems that had resulted during World War I, such as high inflation. Government programs for rationing and price controls were administered by the Office of Price Administration (OPA) whose activities were especially important at the local level and affected virtually every household in the United States.”

Among my grandmother’s things, I found her War Ration Book Four #30096AQ.


Front Cover

The person signing the front of the book was attesting, “In accepting this book, I recognize that it remains the property of the United States Government. I will use it only in the manner and for the purpose authorized by the Office of Price Administration.” It was void if altered in any way. It was also noted on the front cover that “It is a criminal offense to violate rationing regulations.”


Back Cover

The back cover contains an important notice, “When you have used your ration, salvage the TIN CANS and WASTE FATS. They are needed to make munitions for our fighting men. Cooperate with your local Salvage Committee.” The tin cans I could understand being recycled but what use would waste fats serve? Turns out people were instructed to turn in their grease to their local butchers. This grease/fat was then used to make glycerin which was a key component of explosives. The rationees were also cautioned to “Never pay more than the legal price” and to “never buy rationed goods without ration stamps.”

There are a few stamps left in the booklet but it is obvious that some pages were completely used up as indicated by the remnants found in the middle crease. This ration booklet had printed stamps in black, red, green, and blue.




The stamps themselves were printed with patriotic symbols like Liberty’s torch, the horn of plenty, wheat stalks, tanks, naval ships and airplanes. Ration schedules were printed in the newspaper indicating what color and letters/numbers could be used for particular goods on what days. The rules were pretty strict dictating things like when and how the book and its stamps could be used; stamps must be torn out of the person’s booklet in the presence of the shopkeeper or the store’s employees, keeping an empty book to turn in for the next one, etc.

The rationing also ensured that people were much more careful in the preparation of their meals and making sure that nothing went to waste. I know this bit of rationing affected my grandmother even into the later years of her life. She was always very frugal and continued to buy “somewhat less than fresh” vegetables that were on the sale rack to take home to make stew.

Between rationing and some patriotic clothing made for the children, the Strait family made it through the trials of World War II.


The concept behind these weekly Saturday posts can be found at Sepia Saturday Intro.

Theme taken from Sepia Saturday photo (originally #309, 12 Dec 2015): War efforts


Sepia Saturday #359: Getting Stranded


This Valentine’s Day card is one found in Aunt Sadie’s Shirley Temple Scrapbook. The handsome boy is urging “Step on it Kid” and “You auto be mine” while steering a sleek, green car. His faithful dog is running alongside. Now, you might be saying what does this have to do with the prompt photo? Well, Robinson Crusoe was stranded while traveling and I have some family photos of a road trip where the family became stranded for a short time while their car was broken down. This post is that story.

Sometime between 1928 and 1935, the Strait family took a road trip to visit Niagara Falls. The falls are actually made up of three, huge waterfalls that straddle the international border between the United States and Canada. These awe-inspiring falls are located in New York State at the northwestern corner near Buffalo, New York.


Niagara Falls looking from the Canadian side. Source: Google maps image


Bill Strait with the Model T


Bill Strait with the Model T

The intrepid group of travelers consisted of Audrey (Hunt) Strait, her daughter Bernice Strait, her son William Strait, and her sister Belle (Hunt) Knox. They were traveling by car, a Ford Model T to be specific. The top speed of a Model T was 40-45 mph.[1] Niagara falls is about 370 miles from Newton, Sussex County, New Jersey. That meant, with no rest stops and if they were driving at top speed (neither of which is likely), it took them more than eight hours just to get to their destination. Here are two photos of Bill leaning up against the car.


Engine pistons and rods. Source: www.hemmings.com


Crawling around under the car

The trip was not without trouble, though. One of the engine rods blew out and necessitated a stop for engine repairs. Bill was good with his hands and mechanically oriented to he did the repairs himself. Unlike today’s modern cars which are full of electronics and computer boards and crammed into extremely tight spaces, the Model Ts were surprisingly easy to work on. There was room to work. According to Bill’s son, also named Bill, “Dad just took out the four bolts on the top, dropped out the pan on the bottom, replaced the rod, and put everything back together.” The photo above shows Bill in the middle of the car repair project. You can see how open the engine was once the engine hoods were pulled off.

Audrey waited patiently by the side of the road while the repairs were in progress.


Audrey waiting for the car repairs


Belle (Hunt) Knox and nephew Bill Strait

I’m unsure whether the breakdown occurred on the way there or on the way back but either way the family made it to Niagara Falls. They snapped some pictures.


Bill Strait with mother Audrey (Hunt) Strait


Bernice Strait (Audrey’s daughter and Bill’s sister)









The family taking in the sights at Niagara Falls:


Belle (Hunt) Knox at Niagara Falls


Audrey relaxing on a bench at Niagara Falls










Niagara is always a popular tourist destination as shown by the crowds in the photo below. Despite the troubles and despite the sour expression on Audrey’s face (she always looked like that in pictures), it looks like the family had a good visit to Niagara Falls.


Belle (Hunt) Knox, far left, and Audrey (Hunt) Strait, center

The concept behind these weekly Saturday posts can be found at Sepia Saturday Intro.
Theme taken from Sepia Saturday photo (originally #308, 05 Dec 2015): Getting Stranded


[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Model_T

Sepia Saturday #358: You’re a Doll


The Sepia Saturday prompt photo is some children playing what looks like a game of Ring Around the Rosie. And this looks like the ring of dolls, shown on the inside, depicted on a card from my Aunt Sadie’s Shirley Temple Scrapbook.

On this card, the young blonde girl on the front plays with three newly-gifted dolls, one of which is a little sailor boy doll.  The little sailor, however, has apparently not been invited to the birthday party as he’s not seated at the table shown on the inside. Instead, five dolls and the young girl are shown enjoying a beautiful pink birthday cake. It’s implied that she’s a very loved little girl in that she’s got five, count them five, dolls to play with and share birthday cake.

This card was sent to Sadie from her Aunt Helen and Uncle Bill Struss. Beside the saying which reads, “May you and your dollies celebrate in such a happy way that you’ll be wishing that you could have a birthday every day!” there is also a hand-written note from the Struss family. “The apron is for Mercedes + the socks for Billy + the salt & pepper shakers for Mom and the other apron for you and tell Bill to let me know what size film he uses + I’ll send him some film.” Based on that, Helen (Toots) is the one who wrote the note and it is addressed to her sister Beatrice, Sadie’s mother.

sepia358001After the Great Depression and in times of war (World War II), Sadie was fortunate enough to own a very nice doll. Beatrice (my grandmother) always referred to it as the “bride doll.” It was special enough that they actually took photos of it when they lived at 46 Pine Street, Newton, Sussex County, New Jersey. Remember, back then (1940s and 1950s), they had to actually own a camera, buy film, and then pay to have that film developed. Unlike today’s digital age, you didn’t run around just snapping photos sadies-bride-dollof things for the heck of it. This doll was decked out in a full wedding dress with a long ruffled skirt and had a lovely, long white veil. The hair on the doll was real hair (not plastic like today’s Barbie’s) and she had a smooth face with blushing cheeks. She was quite tall (around 18″) as you can tell by the chair for reference in the background. Since my grandmother was a seamstress who started her profession by making wedding dresses for a local dress shop called Liz Clinton’s (still operating in Andover, New Jersey), I’m not sure if the outfit came with the doll or was made by Beatrice.

I don’t think Sadie actually got to play with this doll very much. When I was growing up in the 1970s, this doll sat on Gram Strait’s bookcase. By that time, the doll was dressed in a green outfit and was protectively encased in a thick plastic covering. She was held upright by a doll stand and was a definite “look but don’t touch” item in Gram’s house. And that said something because Gram’s house was a very interactive environment for me and my sisters! There were very few things that were actually off-limits to us. This doll was one of them. Gram had other dolls in the house but this was the only one that got encased and saved from all the dust and elements.

The doll sat on Gram’s bookshelf for years and years. Eventually, it went to stay with Aunt Sadie but it’s unclear where the doll is now. Translation: interesting family dynamics that might have led to the doll being sold, given to a non-family member, or perhaps just pitched into a dumpster. I like to think it’s still sitting on someone’s bookshelf, encased in plastic, waiting for the next person to admire it.

The concept behind these weekly Saturday posts can be found at Sepia Saturday Intro.
Theme taken from Sepia Saturday photo (originally #307, 28 Nov 2015): Ring of children


Sepia Saturday #356: Saved by the Egg Man

sepia356001sepia356002This card given to my Aunt Sadie for Easter in 1944 shows two ducklings flying a brightly colored plane made from an egg. A flying oval thing, right? Which ties into the prompt picture for Sepia Saturday. I’m going with chicks and eggs and the egg man (we’ll get to him a bit later) for this post.

The saying inside reads, “It’s “plane” to see these ducks must be a-hurrying your way with lots and lots of wishes for a Happy Easter Day!” It was sent to Sadie by her Grandmother Repsher.







The next card is another Easter card which shows a chick with a purple umbrella dodging raindrops and tiny flowers. The inside of the card shows another chick bursting out of his egg into the world. The saying inside reads, “I wish you HAPPY EASTER, Chickie says… ME TOO… We both wish you lots of fun Yes indeed WE DO!” Aunt Sadie’s Uncle Bob and Aunt Jean sent the card in 1942.







This beautifully colored card in shades of pastel was sent in 1940 for Easter to Aunt Sadie from her Grandma, although which grandma isn’t clear. A girl rabbit with a festive Easter bonnet is looking coyly at a duckling holding a bouquet for her. The card opens to reveal a completely different scene with the duckling, sans bouquet, looking down at a fluffy chick wearing a blue bow arounds its neck.

sepia356007sepia356008sepia356009The last card I have to show you is a chick wearing both a bonnet and a short, green jacket gazing up at two butterflies. The chick has a big box tied with a pink ribbon under one wing. This is a cleverly folded card which reveals three layers in succession. The second layer has another chick inside wearing only a red and white gingham bow. The third layer has the saying inside which reads, “To someone who is two years old – and mighty sweet!” It was signed by Aunt Helen and given to Sadie in 1938. It honestly seems more like an Easter card than a birthday card but it fits in with my chick and egg theme.

And that bring us to the story for today… Picture it… 1974… Newton, New Jersey.

Every Saturday morning, Marty Havens personally delivers eggs for the week to our back door at 9 Merriam Avenue in Newton, New Jersey. This particular Saturday, he pulls into our horseshoe-shaped driveway and stops between the giant Tulip Poplar screen-shot-2016-09-18-at-12-32-54-pmand the rose trellis. Marty is the owner of Havens Poultry Farm, the largest farm business still within the town’s boundaries.

Marty’s delivery truck is just a normal pickup truck converted to haul the eggs all over town. He pulls two light pink Styrofoam cartons out of the back and hustles up the short set of steps to our backdoor landing. A brisk knock on the door and I hear my mom yell, “Come on in, Marty. The door’s open!”

I am playing upstairs in the room that I share with Jill, my sister who is younger by 2 years. Jenni, the youngest of the three of us, has her own room on the backside of the house. Our room is painted light green and matches our dark green coverlets but you would never know it on Jill’s bed. Hers is never made up enough to show off the cover. Each of our twin beds is flanked by three-drawer dressers which match our Quaker style head and footboards. One of the two windows, both on my side of the room, looks out over the porch roof to where the plastics factory sits across the street. The other window faces Ed and Maggie Matthew’s residence, which is a mirror image of our butter yellow house.

I drop my Dressy Bessy doll and head out to the upstairs landing, which has a railing with white spindles and a dark wood handrail. The spindles are not just round; they’re the fancy type with all sorts of bumps and knobs. I’m curious about what’s going on in the kitchen but don’t want to actually go downstairs. I figure I can do my spying from above. If you lean over the railing, you can just barely see into the kitchen but only a sliver. Instead of leaning over, I think I’ll be able to see more if I stick my head through the spindles. Right?

It’s a tight fit. I feel the pressure on my ears as they smoosh into the side of my head. The backs of my pierced earrings poke into my neck. Once my ears get past, the rest of my head just follows. I get as close to the floor as possible and crane my neck to get a good look. Hmmm… even with my head through the spindles, the view isn’t really much better. Definitely not what I was expecting. I should probably just go downstairs.

I pull my head back. “That’s weird. My head won’t come out,” I think to myself. I try again and again and again and again, turning my head this way and that. It’s not working.

Panic starts to take over. I’m never going to get loose. How will I get to school? I love school. What if I have to pee? I’ll have to pee my pants. Oh! That’s really bad. And messy. How will I sleep? I can’t stay here like this!

I wail out, “MMMOOOMMMM!!!”

Mom knows this isn’t a normal “Mom” call and I hear both her and Marty rushing for the stairs. I see them come around the big fat newel post at the bottom. As they realize what I’ve done, Marty bursts out laughing. For some reason, that doesn’t immediately embarrass me. But when Jill comes up behind them, my face turns bright red. I can see the sparkle of amusement in her blue eyes. She’s never going to let me forget this one. Sisters are like that. Also, right now, I’m the oldest at eight years old and the “good” girl of the three sisters. Any little thing that gets me in trouble just tickles Jill to no end.

My mom and Marty size up the situation. “Well,” Marty says, “We can butter up her head!”

My face gets redder and I try to sink through the floor. It’s not cooperating and stays quite solid. After deciding on a plan of action, they try different places up and down the spindles trying to find the sweet spot that has the most space. Marty holds my ears down while Mom pushes on the top of my head. After about five minutes of fiddling, my head is finally free.

My ears are very red. Partly from embarrassment, partly from being man-handled. I’m relieved to be free and mumble, “Thank you,” to Marty but I immediately slink off some place private to mope.

Marty and my mom head back down the stairs to the kitchen to finish up their egg transaction. I hear them chuckling and then the wooden back door slams shut as Marty heads off to his next delivery. He’s going to have a good story to tell to everyone today!

The concept behind these weekly Saturday posts can be found at Sepia Saturday Intro.
Theme taken from Sepia Saturday photo (originally #305, 14 Nov 2015): Flying eggs and chicks