Nickel For Your Memories

Ancestral History In Our Own Back Yard

By Jackie Nickel

The world’s largest family history library is located in Salt Lake City, Utah. The main library building of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints there contains 142,000 square feet of space, with four floors open to the public. It hosts over 2,400 visitors per day. While few local residents can travel to Utah to trace their roots, many genealogical neophytes are unaware that there is a treasure trove of information right in the heart of Essex at the Baltimore Stake Family History Center, 120 Stemmers Run Rd. It is but one of more than 3,400 centers worldwide.

In the past four weeks of my personal research, several readers have called recommending the local Latter-day Saints church library which is open to the public free of charge. Hours vary and a phone call before your visit is advisable as I learned last Thursday evening during a preliminary visit. The entrance is at the rear of the large modern building across from Stemmers Run Middle School and you must press a buzzer to gain admittance.

A volunteer greeted me at the door and led the way down the hallway to a small office containing file cabinets, modern computers and projection equipment. She asked for my name and address on the sign-in sheet and I noted the names and addresses of those preceding me, from Bowleys Quarters, Back River Neck and Rosedale. The center was closing an hour early, so there was just enough time to get the lay of the land, familiarize myself with equipment and prepare for a return visit on the weekend.

On a beautiful Saturday afternoon, there were about a half dozen patrons pouring over microfiche in the dimly lit film room. I knew what I was looking for from my previous visit and a volunteer showed me to the proper file cabinet. (While volunteers will not do research for you, they are happy to offer an orientation, answer questions and help you use center resources. They can also order microfilm and microfiche for you from Salt Lake and offer training classes on a variety of genealogical research topics.)

I scanned through rolls of microfilm looking up names of deceased relatives in the Baltimore City Directories of 1895, 1898 and 1905. These are like pre-phone telephone books, listing addresses and businesses of residents. I found my great grandmother, Mary Nickel, and grandfather, John, in 1895 at the dairy farm she owned at what was then known as Point Breeze and later became Lever Bros. Other family members were listed as owners of various “saloons” in Highlandtown and Canton. In 1898, my great grandmother’s name was followed by the word “dairy” and my grandfather and one of his brothers were each listed as “drivers.” More saloons were listed for other members of the family. By 1905, my grandpop had abandoned the dairy and joined the realm of saloonkeepers with an address listed at 5th Av. (which turned out to be part of Point Breeze). My great grandmom was listed at the same address as “grocer.” Other members of the family had taken over the dairy. Quite a switch.

In 1910, I knew from previous research, they were residing on S. Clinton St. and operating a saloon and rooming house there. By 1914, my grandfather had bought the Nachmann Hotel on E. Baltimore St. (which “catered to theatrical people”). He married my grandmother on Feb. 14 of that year and my great grandmother was listed as a witness at their wedding at Sacred Heart of Jesus rectory (they couldn’t get married inside the church then because she was not Catholic). The newlyweds soon moved into the second floor of the hotel, which later became well known as “The Brokerage.” My mom, Marian, was born on Dec. 8, 1914 and she remembered as a child running down the halls of the hotel.

While I still don’t know the date of my great grandmother’s death or the place of her burial, pieces of her life are beginning to fall in place and I’m narrowing the time of her passing. My next trip will be to the Maryland State Archives in Annapolis to search for her death certificate. And I’ll surely return to the center on Stemmers Run Rd. to do additional research in this comfortable, convenient setting.

Why does The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints offer free access to their extensive library and encourage family research? “They do it because they are motivated by love for their deceased family members and desire to serve them,” their literature reveals. “Life does not end at death. When we die, our eternal spirits go to a spirit world, where we continue to learn while we await the Resurrection and Final Judgment. Members of the Church believe that the family can also continue beyond the grave, not just until death.”

Members of the Church believe that their deceased ancestors can also receive the blessings of being eternally united with their families. “For this purpose, Church members make covenants in temples in behalf of their ancestors, who may accept these covenants, if they so choose, in the spirit world. In order to make covenants in behalf of their ancestors, members must first identify them.”

Thus the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has gathered genealogical records from all over the world and makes them available to the public.

Family History Centers, such as the one on Stemmers Run Rd., provide access to many records such as Social Security Death Index, United States Military Index, U.S. census records, and Personal Ancestral File, a computer program that allows patrons to organize their family history. For more information, call 410-686-6709 or 1-888-917-4848. Visit websites www.lds.org or www.kbyu.byu.edu/ancestors.html

Note: A correction to a previous article from local genealogist Christos Christou Jr.: In the Nov. 2, 2000 issue you mentioned that the census records are available back to 1920 “however most of that year was destroyed by fire.” That is incorrect. The 1920 census is available on microfilm and has been soundexed. The year which was destroyed by fire was 1890. The 1890 census only has parts available and mostly it is the pensioner’s list. I find your articles very interesting and look forward to the continuing series.” Thanks to Mr. Christou who also mentions the websites www.ancestry.com and familytreemaker.com.

NEXT: Family Expands Through Genealogy Research (Part 4)

Maryland Archives: A State Treasure

By Jackie Nickel

Several weeks ago when I received a call from a member of the Roth family of Essex suggesting that I might be their distant cousin, I had not the slightest interest in genealogy. Now, thanks to their encouragement and careful coaching, I’m hooked. For me, it’s not so much documenting generat ions of ancestry, but putting together pieces of my grandparents’ lives and, importantly, finding the burial place of my great grandmother. My research so far has been like dogged detective work, scraping from public records and comparing notes with other family members. It’s been far from scientific and some of what I have found has been pure luck.

Last week, after a couple of false starts, I finally got to visit the Maryland State Archives in Annapolis. The drive is an easy one, across the Key Bridge to Route 97 and over to Route 50, the Rowe Blvd. exit. The beautiful building is on your left on Rowe Blvd., a few blocks before the State House, across from the stadium. There’s no big sign, just “Maryland State Archives” carved in the concrete above the door. Inside are all kinds of records imaginable: birth and death, marriage, military, naturalization, tax lists, land records, census, probate and much more.

Like the Maryland Historical Society, you must sign in and check your purse before you enter to ensure no one smuggles out valuable documents. You are assigned a locker and given the key on chain with a tag indicating your desk number. That desk will serve as your base of operations. as you roam the archives. Although the personnel is friendly and helpful, don’t expect them to be able to spend too much time with you. They are very busy retrieving documents and showing patrons how to use viewers and copiers. During my visit, they spent as much time as they could trying to unjam a file cabinet drawer for me but to no avail. But they will lead you in the right direction to find what you seek.

I was looking for death records and hoping to get a copy of my great grandmother’s death certificate, including notation of the cemetery where she was interred. I had narrowed down the time of her death to between 1910 and 1914 so I asked for Baltimore City death records for those years and was shown to the proper microfilm drawer. Once I got the hang of the projection machine I reeled swiftly through the records which are listed alphabetically by year. No Mary Nickel. I went back through them again but still no luck. I then remembered what one of my new-found cousins told me, that most of Highlandtown and Canton was considered Baltimore County early in the century, so I found the county death index in another drawer and got to work. Work it was.

The county deaths were recorded on little cards, not lists like the city’s. The microfilm of those cards read like inkblots, blurred to the point of distortion. I strained my eyes until I had a headache, guessing which names began with N. It was impossible. I put the film back in the tray for the attendants to file and walked around the library. It is the most beautiful room, with exposed brick walls and natural light filtering in from an open balcony. A baby grand piano seems suspended on a platform above the service desk and I can just imagine the wonderful government receptions held in that room.

I watched other patrons put in request slips for old volumes of information at the desk then wait at their own assigned desks for delivery. Some of the books were wrapped in parchment paper and seemed to be hundreds of years old. One can only imagine the history within those pages. I couldn’t help but think that this new archives facility is a great and wise use of taxpayers’ money. But it seemed my mission there would not be accomplished on this particular November day.

As I mentioned my discouragement to another visitor and described the trouble I had deciphering the county death cards, she advised me to try reading them on a viewer in another part of the room. The machines there are newer and brighter, she said. So in a last ditch attempt, I retrieved the film once again and began reeling and scanning. In 1911, I could just about differentiate the “Ns”. I could even make out the name Nicodemus, so I scrolled back to where I judged Nickel might be, looking for anything with the vague shape of the name or with six letters. Only one was a possibility and I strained my eyes to try to make “Mary Nickel” out of it. I sighed and leaned back in my chair and as I put distance between myself and the machine, the words seemed to take shape. It was Mary Nickel and the date underneath was Sept. 9, 1911, I figured out after more scrutiny.

I was overjoyed and dashed to the service desk to put in a request for a copy of the death certificate to be taken from the original on file (you can make your own copy from the microfilm version if you wish). The attendant asked me to wait at my desk. After what seemed like hours but was actually only about 15 minutes, he walked over to me with a folder. Inside was a copy of a death certificate which might or might not be my great grandmother’s. I nervously opened it and smiled when I saw the place of death was the address on S. Clinton St. where I knew she had lived. Her maiden name was there and the cause of her death, some kind of heart ailment; she was just 67. A tear or two trickled down my cheek as I realized she was just ten years older than I when she died. The name of the undertaker who removed her body, however, brought a smile: John Digman. How appropriate. He removed her body to an address on Eastern Ave. across from Patterson Park that I later found out (thanks to the nice people at Sacred Heart of Jesus Cemetery) was a Polish funeral home, Fialkowski’s. But the name of her burial place was not noted. I sighed again, and committed to a cemetery by cemetery search.

Death certificate in hand I headed home, promising to come back again to enjoy the surroundings and dig in another area of family history. For the next several days I called and visited a lot of cemeteries where my Mary Nickel could be buried. I started with the Catholic ones on German Hill Rd., then the Lutheran ones and finally Baltimore Cemetery and others in the city. No Mary Nickel. Some caretakers and personnel were very nice and helpful, a few acted like they didn’t want to be bothered and told me to send a written request. I even called the Maryland Funeral Directors Assn. to find out where the Fialkowski funeral home records are kept. No reply to date. And still no Mary Nickel. But I know I’m very close to finding her and when I do it will be with armfuls of Christmas flowers for her grave.

NEXT: Family Expands Through Genealogy Research (Part 5)

The Final Resting Place

By Jackie Nickel

What started out as a brief story about my phone call from a distant relative has resulted in a five-part series on the search for my great grandmother Mary Nickel’s grave. Last episode I wrote about finding her death certificate in the state archives but being unable to discover the cemetery where she was buried. That segment brought a few more helpful phone calls and emails that led me to the Enoch Pratt Free Library’s main branch on Cathedral St. last week. Mission: To view microfilm from the Sunpapers’ archives and find my great grandmom’s obituary which would list her interment site.

I found a parking spot at a meter right in front of the library a week ago Tuesday, however there was a half hour limit. Never mind, I’ll work fast I thought depositing two quarters. Through the revolving doors, my first stop was the information desk, but on my way I had to slow down and admire the beautiful architecture inside and out. I hadn’t been to the Pratt since I did a 100th anniversary history book for Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Church over a dozen years ago.

Five minutes was used up on the parking meter before I was directed to the Periodical area where old newspaper information is stored. A gentleman there showed me to the proper drawer where the early 1900’s Sun microfilm is stored. I found the 1911 (the year Mary died) reel and hurried to a viewer only to fumble the thread of the microfilm. Rats! I had to ask for help. The library assistant was busy with another patron and I had to wait a few minutes before she came over to thread the machine. Twenty minutes to go on the meter.

I quickly found the Sept. 9 (the date she died) issue and proceeded to scroll through the next day’s pages, figuring her obituary would get in a day or two after her death. The front page was pretty interesting with ads for local vaudeville theaters running down the left hand side so I looked to see if any of the ones my grandfather had owned were listed. He ran the Monumental and Folly for a while before he bought the Gayety and I was happy to see the Monumental advertised. On to other pages, but not so fast. As a 20-year local newspaper veteran, I couldn’t help but notice the informal writing style which graced the aged pages. There seemed to be little attempt to hide editorialization in news stories but the inside features were on the verge of scandalous! One article informed readers how Ms. So and So, who was seeing a prominent widower, was snubbed at a public function by his deceased wife’s friends. The Society pages even described details of the ladies’ outfits and menus presented at each social event. Here and there among the articles were a couple obituaries so it seemed they were not all grouped together in the back of the paper as they are today.

No luck on Sept. 10, 11, 12, or 13th, so I was getting discouraged while also looking at my watch and thinking I should go outside and feed the meter. Reluctantly I started rewinding the reel but as I got back to Sept. 10 something made me slow down a bit. Right there in front of my eyes was a list of about eight obituaries and smack dab in the middle was the last name NICKEL. Just like all my other discoveries, it was divine providence I felt, squinting to get a close look at the screen. My great granny was listed as Anna Mary, not Mary A. as on her death certificate, but that was probably just a slip-up of the typesetter I thought as my journalistic mentality kicked into gear. She died at the home of her son John H., my grandfather, on S. Clinton St. and was “laid out” at the home of her other son John (there were two Johns and two Georges, remember) on Eastern Ave. A Requiem High Mass was to be celebrated at Sacred Heart of Jesus Church the next day, followed by burial at Holy Redeemer Cemetery at Belair and Moravia Rds.

I was so elated to find the info I’d been seeking! I quickly hit the button to print a copy of the obituary, rushed to the desk to pay my 21¢ (here’s a quarter, keep the change) and ran to the car just as the “violation” sign popped up on the parking meter. Back home I called the helpful folks at Sacred Heart of Jesus cemetery and lucky for me, they had possession of the Holy Redeemer records as well. A search for Mary Nickel’s grave location in Holy Redeemer, however, yielded nothing.

Oh no, I thought, it must be there. Maybe it was spelled wrong while being transcribed from handwritten records to the computer. There was, however, a Nickel gravesite with four interments listed: John, Anna, a baby Martha, and John Jr. This could be Mary’s second son John (for some reason he was known in the family as Noodle Soup John) and his wife Annie. But where was my Mary? The lady at SHJ said there were five graves in the lot. But only four were accounted for. Could my Mary be in the fifth and her records were lost?

I asked the location of the grave inside Holy Redeemer cemetery, which I’d never visited before. I had no idea how big it was. The SHJ lady described to me where the Nickel lot was in relation to the chapel and mausoleum and told me there was a headstone with the last name engraved. Maybe there were five first names instead of four on the stone, I thought.

By that time it was 3:30 p.m. and the sky was gloomy. Should I go to the cemetery now or wait ‘til tomorrow? It’s not in a very good area of the city, I mused, but that’s OK, I’ll take Sammy with me for protection. Off we went, my dog and I to a strange graveyard in quickly falling dusk. It was 4 o’clock by the time we drove through the narrow gatehouse. “Gates closed at 4:30” the sign said. I hurried up the hill toward the chapel and parked the car, leaving Sam inside. I walked up and around the mausoleum checking gravestones and dodging holes in the ground. It was a nice old cemetery but the terrain left a lot to be desired. As I stumbled on a rock and slipped in a swale I feared for a moment the ground might swallow me up. For the first time in my exploration I was scared.

There seemed to be no one else in the cemetery and I anxiously peered toward the gate. Suppose the caretaker came by and locked it, not knowing I was inside? I was almost too nervous to look for names and besides, some were so worn you could barely read them. Sam was watching me closely from the car and I dare not wander too far. It was 4:20 and getting darker by the minute. I was weaving frantically among the granite and limestone and slipping and sliding on the wet leaves scanning engraved names. I have to leave now, I told myself turning to go. And as providence would have it, there it was, NICKEL in gray granite about 20 feet away.

I rushed over and stood there staring at the names: John, Anna, Martha, John Jr. No Mary. I stood very still hoping to feel some vibes that she was actually under that earth and her name was somehow unintentionally omitted from the stone. I concentrated real hard, the wheels of my mind swiftly processing all the information I’d collected over the past two months. And I came to a conclusion: I think her body is laid to rest there in that lot. Mary would have been the first one to be buried there. Noodle Soup John and his wife died over 20 years later and that’s when the tombstone was erected I deduced by its design. Someone might have forgotten Mary was buried there.

So now, I thought, at least until I find out otherwise, I’ll have a grave on which to place my great grandmother’s Christmas flowers. I walked back to the car deep in meditation, oblivious to Sammy’s yapping and the encroaching darkness. I glided out of the gatehouse just as a woman carrying a big ring of keys was walking in.

Photo by Jackie Nickel The Roth family of Essex, the distant cousins who discovered our familial relationship, called and got me hooked on family history: Patti Roth Parker, Eleanor Roth and Kathy Roth Head. We recently met up at Schwartz’s Cemetery on O’Donnell St. where some of our mutual family is buried. The Roth ladies visit over a dozen cemeteries during the holiday season, placing flowers on the graves of 38 deceased relatives, many of whom they discovered during 22 years of genealogy research.

***POSTSCRIPT: After visiting the cemetery office a few weeks later, I found out my great grandmother Mary Nickel actually was buried in another grave site nearby the one described above. Four others are buried in the plot, all with the last name “Scherbel”. Another mystery evolves. Who were the Scherbels? Why was my great grandmother buried in their plot? An Anna Scherbel had died the year before my Mary at age 50 and that’s when the Holy Redeemer plot was purchased — for $50! The most comforting aspect of the discovery was the large Scherbel monument. Although the four Scherbel family members and the dates of their death were engraved in the granite, Mary Nickel’s name was not on the marker. But atop the tall gravestone is a large statue of the Blessed Virgin — Mary. On Christmas Eve 2000, I placed flowers there.

PPS: In July 2002, I reread some notes written by my mom shortly before she died in 1995. There she had written the names of Nickel ancestors, including her father’s sister Anna… who married a man named Scherbel! I’m now comforted in knowing that “my Mary” is buried alongside her daughter.