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Monday: Rosh Hashanah, no school
Sep. 26th, 2022 11:00 pmRosh Hashanah, so no school for the kids. Nice to sleep in, but I still felt tired today. I walked with M., but went to bed early since it rained before I headed out on my long walk and then kept raining.
I did some genealogy with T. We were attaching census records to people. It‘s pretty calming for the most part, and not super challenging … until it is. We couldn‘t find _any_ appearance in 1920, 1930 or 1940 for a person born in 1915 (Rabbi AK). I had a naturalization petition for his mom, and I had the whole family in the censuses, just missing the one I was looking for. Whenever I have trouble finding a person, I move out and look for the people they should be with. I found them, but he wasn‘t with them. I _still_ can‘t find him in 1920 (when he was 5!). I did find him in 1930, in NYC, living as the “nephew” of another Rabbi and his family. I think he was living with them for education. That Rabbi had been in Denver living near AK’s family, so it made sense. By 1940, I _still_ can’t find him in that census, but AK is at Hebrew Union College in Cincinnati according to his draft card which absolutely makes sense for someone who will be a chaplain in the war and then serve various Reform groups over the years.
Along the way, I learned a whole lot about Denver, and about the Jewish community in Denver. I also learned about Hebrew Union College.
I made a cake for A.’s birthday. She wanted a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, two layers with the heart pans. So that’s what we did.
CSA arrived. No more tomato share, but there was still the last corn and fruit (lots of pears and a few apples), as well as the usual share and the mushrooms. I cooked the mushrooms and the kale and got everything put away before I made the cake.
I did some genealogy with T. We were attaching census records to people. It‘s pretty calming for the most part, and not super challenging … until it is. We couldn‘t find _any_ appearance in 1920, 1930 or 1940 for a person born in 1915 (Rabbi AK). I had a naturalization petition for his mom, and I had the whole family in the censuses, just missing the one I was looking for. Whenever I have trouble finding a person, I move out and look for the people they should be with. I found them, but he wasn‘t with them. I _still_ can‘t find him in 1920 (when he was 5!). I did find him in 1930, in NYC, living as the “nephew” of another Rabbi and his family. I think he was living with them for education. That Rabbi had been in Denver living near AK’s family, so it made sense. By 1940, I _still_ can’t find him in that census, but AK is at Hebrew Union College in Cincinnati according to his draft card which absolutely makes sense for someone who will be a chaplain in the war and then serve various Reform groups over the years.
Along the way, I learned a whole lot about Denver, and about the Jewish community in Denver. I also learned about Hebrew Union College.
I made a cake for A.’s birthday. She wanted a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, two layers with the heart pans. So that’s what we did.
CSA arrived. No more tomato share, but there was still the last corn and fruit (lots of pears and a few apples), as well as the usual share and the mushrooms. I cooked the mushrooms and the kale and got everything put away before I made the cake.