If only I would have known days earlier...
Yesterday I wrote about my latest serendipitous genealogy experience involving an unseen foot at the airport, blood, an ambulance, and my discovery of Marsden Brown's son-in-law, Loring Lowell who lived in both Alaska and Seattle from where I had just returned from our cruise. Shortly after I posted the article, Charles Hansen informed me that many of Washington State's death certificates were recently published at FamilySearch, and thanks to his guidance, I quickly found Loring's 1945 death certificate.
On a normal day, this would have been my day's highlight. Yesterday was no normal day, thanks to webinar speaker, Mary Kircher Roddy. Less than two hours after my initial post, she had discovered and sent me four newspaper articles about Loring, all from the Seattle Times:
- his wife's 1914 obituary
- his wife's 1914 funeral notice
- Loring's 1945 91st birthday announcement
- Loring's 1945 obituary
In addition to this photograph of Loring...
I also learned this:
- he was the last direct descendant of the pioneer New England family which founded the town of Lowell, Massachusetts
- he and his wife, Mary (Asa Clark Brown's granddaughter), took up a homestead in Alaska, where the town of Seward now stands. Their rights were purchased by Ballaine Bros., who financed the first section of what is now the Alaska Northern Railroad
- he opened the first restaurant in Skagway, Alaska in 1887 and did the cooking there
- he prospected for gold during the gold rush
Seward, where Loring and Mary homesteaded, is where we got off the train and boarded our ship.
Alaskan Northern Railroad
The Alaskan Northern Railroad, for whom Loring worked for a time, was the train we took from Anchorage to Seward.
And Skagway, where Loring opened its first restaurant, was where I faced my greatest fear.
Had I known...
During my entire week in Alaska I had pondered this section of Marsden Brown's divorce papers which identified the name of his daughter Mary's husband.
Ask anyone that attended the classes on the ship and they'll tell you that more than once I mentioned that "I can't wait to get home to discover who this person is." It turns out that I probably literally walked in Loring Lowell's footsteps - in Seward, in Skagway, and even in Seattle. Had I known I had an Alaskan pioneer who friends knew as "Colonel Loring Lowell" I would have seen Alaska through a different lens. Yet this experience is more evidence that, like Megan Smolenyak said, "our ancestors want to be found as much as we want to find them." It's just too bad it took an emergency trip to the hospital for my buddy Chris to give me the kick I needed to discover Loring Lowell's identity.