Environment or Heredity?

When I was very young, my Maternal Grandfather used to take me and my Sisters for long walks along Shore Road in Brooklyn.  It was usually on a weekend, and he would point out ships in the harbor ( many more cruise ships in the early 1960's) or how construction was progressing on the Verrazanno Narrows Bridge.  Construction began on the Staten Island side, and the steel towers were rusty orange.  Once, I pointed out to my Grandpa ( who we all called "John" --long story) that the tower looked like a capital H.  He repeated that story to my Mom, thinking it was a mark of great intelligence, since I wasn't in school yet.  So, wherever I have lived, in either Brooklyn, Massachusetts, or New York, I found peace and comfort by the shore.

As I have pursued Mom's genealogy,  it struck me that many of our ancestors lived by the sea or a river.  Newport was a major seaport in the 19th Century.  Henry Hignell, my great great great grandfather ( imagine the fuss if one of his grandchildren had called him "Harry") was a retired dock worker--a longshoreman.  The Hignells came from the Bristol area of Gloucestershire, which is also a port.  Could this sense of wellbeing be rooted in my DNA

?  The first photo is the shoreline at Goldcliff, Monmouthshire.  Some of the Hignell family settled in Goldcliff, and Henry's brother, William Hignell is buried in St. Mary's Cemetery, Goldcliff.  The second picture shows Monmouth Castle, in Newport, and the third is the Narrows Bridge in Brooklyn.  In a long journey from Newport to New York City, the Hignell family remained close to the harbor.

Frustration

I just realized that if I clicked a certain paragraph icon, I could write from the right side of the page to the left.  There are times when I think all my research might as well be written backwards, because it does not seem to be progressing.  A few weeks ago, I sent away for the burial registry for the Joint County Lunatic Asylum, in Abergavenny, Wales.  My G3 grandfather, Henry Hignell, described as  a ' lunatic/retired dock worker' in the 1891 Wales census.  I wonder if he ever met the woman  listed as 'lunatic/governess'?  I bet Bertha Mason Rochester would have appreciated that listing--the governess was the lunatic, not the poor wronged wife.

As usual, I digress--one of my weaknesses as a researcher/writer.  Mister Hignell died in the second quarter of 1892.  His GRO record is in volume 11a, page 34 of the Abergavenny district.  I made the assumption that he was a patient at the time of his death, and probably was buried in the asylum cemetery.  When the CD arrived, I eagerly popped into the laptop, and searched--Henry Hignell was not to be found in the burial register. 

There are several conclusions to be drawn or inferred .  The most reasonable is that HH did not die at the Joint County Lunatic Asylum, but had been discharged, and was living somewhere in the district.  He did have his brother, John Hignell, but he lived in Goldcliff, while his sisters, Mary and Sarah Hignell, lived in St. Woollos, Newport.  His sister in law, Sarah Hignell, resided in the Magor district.  So, the question is where in Monmouthshire is Henry Hignell buried? 

Now, I'm so annoyed that I'm going to let my imagination run wild.  Perhaps Henry Hignell was a vampire, and never died.  That would explain the lack of an entry in the burial register.  Somehow, I cannot imagine that poor old dock worker as a Robert Pattinson character, running through 19th Century Monmouthshire without a shirt.  More likely, he'd have been running around without his teeth. 

So, I will locate as many surviving Hignells in the 1891 Welsh census, find the location of their parishes and pray that there is an online burial register. 

Miss Hignell Regrets

31.jpg (966×698) Finding poor female ancestors is tough. For starters, the parish registers seldom, if ever, wrote down the birth mother's maiden name. I was luck to find this one reference to my great great great Grand Aunt, Mary Elizabeth Hignell. Just 'Miss Hignell" without a first name, or profession.

I'd love to find a photograph of the Lady Sexton. Somehow, calling her 'sextoness' seems a bit disrespectful, as though she was an Anglican hoochie momma. Mary was a single woman, who had to work hard to support herself. I didn't see any sign that she asked for help from her more affluent brothers, William or John Hignell. Perhaps I feel drawn to her because I never married, and will have to make my own way in the world sooner or later.

But there's a risk of reading too much into old records.  Mary Hignell might have been a very disagreeable woman--who just did not like men.  Perhaps she was the type of old lady who frightened the neighborhood children  'behave, or I'll get Miss Hignell to fix you".  I doubt it--if that was true, her Niece, Mary Jane, would not have named her oldest daughter "Mary Elizabeth".  While I can't find a death record for Mary Jane Hignell's mother, Mary Ann Hignell, by the 1861 census, Mary Jane and Henry Hignell are living with Mary Hignell.  I suppose she was a mother figure to her niece, and I do hope she wasn't like Pip's sister, in 'Great Expectations".  

Today, my Mom had a slight accident--falling off while transferring from the commode.  Somehow, I remained calm.  It was as though I tapped into my inner Mary Hignell.    If that was true, thank you, Great Aunt Mary--Mom and I both owe you.

NYC Death Index Results

NYC Death Index Results That is my maternal great great grandmother, Mary J. Diamond of Brooklyn, who died on July 29,1921. My Grandma never talked about her family, except to say that her Mother was born in England. Since my Maternal Grandparents were married in June, 1920, I wonder if Mary Jane was able to attend her Granddaughter's wedding, or if she, as an Anglican, refused to set foot in a Roman Catholic church.

According to freebmd.co.uk, Mary Jane Hignell was born in 1850--which would have made her 70/1 at the time of her death. Note that the age is given as 67. Fibbing about one's age, or failing to keep track of it seems to be a Hignell/Riley trait. My Grandma was born in May 1893, and my Grandpa in August 1894. For reasons known only to herself, Grandma was mortified at being 15 months older than her husband. Grandpa, being an Irish American Gentleman, fixed her age on the 1930 census so she was 15 months his junior.

Grandma kept up the pretense until my Grandfather died in 1964, and remained quiet until the 1970 census. My Mom was helping her fill it out, and began to write down 1896 as her Mother's year of birth. "No, you cannot lie to the government" said Grandma, confessing her dark secret.

Mind you, it was fine to let your husband do the lying for you, and it was permissible to fib to your daughters and grandchildren, but a Lady must never directly lie to the United States of America. Did that post hoc rationalization come from the Irish or English side of Grandma's family?  Mom has her own version of irrational rationalizations, which make me wonder:  which side of the family created such silliness?

I recall November 22, 1963, because Mom came to pick me up from Kindergarten, and we walked back to the house.  She was pushing my younger sister, Cathy, in a baby carriage ( strollers were not popular in the Mad Men era).  The truck from a local produce company pulled up in front of our house as we reached it, and the driver called  out "The President's been shot".  Mom got so upset that she rifled through her purse, but could not find her housekey.  Her solution was to walk around to the back door, take one of our roller skates, and smash the pane in the door, so she could open the latch.

Years later, I asked " why didn't you go to the Kildahl's house, phone Dad, and ask him to come and unlock the door.  Mom gave me one of her Great Lady glares--pure Hignell/Dimond/Burroughs, Westcott, etc--and said regally "What good would that have done?"