Ok, a quick diversion here. These aren't ancestors of mine but relatives (siblings of my father).
Catherine Higgins, wife of Edward Ackerley
Catherine Higgins was born October 10, 1936. She married Edward Ackerley (Senior) and had four sons, the eldest (who passed away in 2010) was 1 ½ years younger than I. Catherine was called “Kitty” by us (the nieces and nephews).
"Kitty" seemed to have an ethereal beauty to her. I only saw her on a few occasions I had seen her, she seemed quieter than the other girls of the house (or should I say, they were “rowdy”?)
At the young age of 28 ½ she died suddenly of diabetic shock on June 7, 1965 at home in Neversink.
Her youngest son was only 4, the middle two were 7 and 8, and the eldest (who I knew best) “Eddy” Ackerley would turn 9 in at the end of the year.
I'm not sure if at the time Grandma was still working at the time as operator for “Ma” Bell (the telephone company). When she could get away from her daily duties of cooking, laundry, keeping all household moving along, she would get away as often as possible to see Kitty over in the Neversink area. (Grace was a senior in high school and some adult children still lived at home).
My recollection has dimmed, but I recall that the day before she died, Grandma had swung by Kitty and Eddie’s house. She spent the day helping Kitty clean out. It sounded like a spring cleaning type of job where they were getting rid of old things, and some deep cleaning.
Grandma’s recollection was that she was struck by how thirsty Kitty was that day. Grandma thought it must be because it was warm and they were working hard. I know she felt regrets for not having noticed something wrong.
I was ten at the time and felt very sad, of course. I was especially sorry for my cousins who were suddenly without their mother. I wished I were a grown-up who could drive there and play with them or do something. It dawned on me that the youngest wouldn’t even remember his mother. Quite tragic and distressing to me. I don't think I went to the funeral itself, but they did allow us to attend the burial. I recall driving Route 52 from Woodbourne to Liberty as she was buried in the Liberty Cemetery. We were all a mess at the cemetery. Nonetheless, I recall thinking what a nice thing it was that she had a grave perched atop a hill, despite being in a "city."
My grandparents felt the same way, apparently. I remember they took over making sure that the grandsons weren’t left out. They visited them, they dropped off Christmas and birthday gifts, and they talked about what else they could do for the boys.
One of the adult children in the family, Richie, did many kindnesses for the Ackerley boys. It wasn’t till I was older that it dawned on me that Kitty was his twin sister, so he felt an affinity for her boys as if they were his boys. I recall he often would buy gifts for them and transport them to their house for Christmas.
(I found later in life Richie adopted a generous attitude towards my younger cousins. In my youth, the young Richie wasn’t nearly as sanguine--towards me, at least.)
Thomas Higgins (Tommy) was younger than my father, born in 1931 in New York. He had the same experience: moving from Harlem to the beautiful farmland of Sullivan County.
But Tom died in January 1943 in Woodbourne, NY. My father writes:
"He died at home, in my parent's bed before their eyes and mine. [The autopsy revealed] he died of liver failure…I suspect he caught the infection in our polluted swimming hole. The house sets right beside and was owned by a bungalow colony. The Neversink River makes a bend right there and formed a little bay.
.. Naturally, like everyone else along our rivers and creeks, the bungalow colony ran their toilets straight into their toilets straight into the water. It was OK, wasn't it? it's running water. When the NYC DEP surveyed the watershed, they were shocked by the local septic systems, or lack of them.
Tommy until the year before had been a robust kid, built like my brother Joe. Our lack of prompt medical care partially influenced my father to organize our Blue Cross chapter as soon as it became possible.
He would have done anyway, but Tom's death gave him an extra push. He organized the chapter, kept the books collected the money, sent it to the central chapter. This wasn't a State program, the chapter was strictly local.
My father had a good mathematical mind. Both he and my mother graduated from Catholic grammar schools (8th grade), which was unusual for their time and class, Most people did not go to high school until around the time of WW II." (John Higgins Sr)
At any rate, he was my father’s closest sibling and it must have struck him hard. None of my 3 brothers were named after him. I suppose you don’t “replace” a person, nor improve on a memory.
In the family photo, he is a good deal smaller than my father. The next boy in the family, Joe-Joe (Joseph), was a good deal younger than Tom. Joe did name his eldest son after him.
|Tommy Higgins December 1942|
Higgins Infant Deaths
As far as I know there were two infant deaths. In New York State a stillborn baby must be named (for the death certificate) and buried or cremated.
1928- Alice Higgins was the first child, and stillborn in New York. (My father was born the following year-had she lived, my father would not be the eldest).
After Alice, came my father. After my father, Tom was born in 1930.
1932- A third boy, Edward Higgins, was born two years after Tom, in 1932, but the umbilical cord was around his neck and so he didn’t live.
|Neversink, NY 1941 Richie & Kitty on floor. Boys in back L-R, Tom, Joe-Joe, my dad on end.|