This Memory Monday post is about the time my brother made the Tanned Turkey. I don't remember if it was Thanksgiving or not, but since today is Thanksgiving and I'm making a turkey, I thought this Memory Monday was appropriate.
I remember David asking Mom if he could make a turkey for dinner. He was about ten years old at the time. My mom wanting to encourage her son in his cooking endeavours and perhaps provide herself with a break, gave her permission.
And so, away David went into the kitchen - chopping, measuring, and mixing ingredients for the dressing and turkey. With a bit of assistance from Mom, David stuffed the turkey and popped into the oven. He was quite satisfied with himself for doing most of the work himself.
As the turkey cooked, we could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. I could hardly wait until it was time to eat. I love turkey!
As the turkey continued to cook, Dave would dutifully go to the kitchen, open the oven door, and baste the turkey. When asked how things were coming along, he replied "Great".
Finally, Mom announced that the turkey was done. We all trooped into the kitchen. As Mom lifted the roasting pan from the oven onto the counter, we noticed that the turkey had an unusual orange colour to it. Hmmm...interesting. The turkey looked like it had one too many tanning pills. It glowed with that orange-y, fake tan colour. Turkey isn't supposed to look like that, I thought to myself. "Ewww, it's orange!" I said, pointing out the obvious.
Mom asked David what ingredients he had put into his stuffing. "Some of this, some of that and some Lawry's® seasoning salt", he said. Now, if you know anything about this brand of seasoning salt, you will recall its bright orange colour.
"Oh," said Mom, a little perplexed. "Well, let's try some turkey before you make the gravy."
David enthusiastically answered "Okay!" I was a bit more reluctant. I wasn't sure I wanted to taste the day-glo orang. Mom carved off a couple of slices and handed us each a piece of turkey. It tasted...horrible! Yuck! It was so salty!
Mom who was trying not to crush her son's feelings, politely asked David how much of the seasoning salt had he put into the dressing. "I think it called for half a cup", he replied.
"Half a cup!" Mom exclaimed. "Oh, David, I think you mis-read the ingredients. I'm sure it only called for half a teaspoon."
Poor David! He had tried so hard. However, that amount of seasoning salt had more than preserved that bird; it was inedible.
And so as I celebrate another Canadian Thanksgiving, I give thanks for my brother, and the memory of the Tanned Turkey.
Copyright 2010 by Kathryn Lake.
I'm participating in Surname Saturday today by posting my Welsh surnames.
Here they are: GEORGE, DAVIES, NICHOLAS, JOHN, MATHIAS
Joseph GEORGEwas born 4 February 1854 in St. Dogwells, Pembrokeshire, Wales. He was married to Anne DAVIES on 17 September 1881 in Swansea, Glamorgan, Wales. Joseph died 7 December 1932 in Llandstadwell, Pembrokeshire, Wales. He was the son of Jonathan GEORGE and Martha NICHOLAS. He had one sister named Ann, born in 1856.
Jonathan GEORGEwas born about 1826 in Llangoedmore, Cardiganshire, Wales. He was married to Martha NICHOLAS in 1852 in Merthyr Tydfil, Glamorgan, Wales. Jonathan died 12 April 1882 in Hayscastle, Pembrokeshire, Wales. His parents were Enos GEORGE and Ann (?). He had one brother named Thomas, born about 1833.
Martha NICHOLASwas born about 1822 in St. Dogwells, Pembrokeshire, Wales. She was the daughter of Joseph NICHOLAS and Elizabeth (?). Martha died in 1870.
Anne DAVIESwas born 20 October 1856 in Dinas, Cardigan, Pembrokeshire, Wales. She may have died in 1940. Her parents were David DAVIES and Lydia JOHN.
David DAVIESwas born about 1826 in Fishguard, Pembrokesenshire, Wales. He died in 1891. He was married to Lydia JOHN in 1852. David was the son of Benjamin DAVIES and Mary MATHIAS.
Lydia JOHN was born about 1826 in Nevern, Pembrokeshire, Wales. She died in 1910.
Benjamin DAVIESwas born about 1792 in Llandygwydd, Cardiganshire, Wales. He was married to Mary MATHIAS on 4 December 1821 in Fishguard, Pembrokeshire, Wales. He died in 1865. Mary MATHIASwas born about 1798 in Fishguard, Pembrokeshire, Wales. She died before 1881.
(Originally posted August 15, 2009 at www.looking4ancestors.com)
Copyright 2010 by Kathryn Lake.
I am starting to work on the story of my Grandpa and Grandma George's neighbour and friend, Mrs. Lehotzky. I knew Mrs. Lehotzky when I was a little girl. Often, she would come to Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner at our house. As a child, there were only a few things I knew about Mrs. Lehotzky. Her first name was Gizella and she grew up in Hungary. All the years that I knew her, she lived by herself. Her husband had died a long time ago. Her only son, Gerald, died when he was thirteen. The story I had been told was that Gerald was on his way to the library on his bicycle when he was struck by a car. He had been good friends with my Uncle Dave as they were in the same grade at school. And, the last thing I remembered about Mrs. Lehotzy was what Grandma George told me. She said that you could always remember how old Mrs. Lehotzy was by the last two digits of the current year because Mrs. Lehotzky had been born at the turn of the (20th) century.
Well, my grandparents passed away, I grew up and we lost touch with Mrs. Lehotzky. For many years, I wondered whatever happened to her.
This past spring my brother and I were chatting about our grandparents, and I asked him if he remembered Mrs. Lehotszky. He replied yes, he did remember her, and he knew what had happened to her. My brother had gone camping with some friends in the fall of 2008. While camping, he met a man from Windsor. It turned out that he knew Mrs. Lehotzky. In fact, this man used to be Mrs. Lehotzky's mailman, and his mother's backyard backed onto Mrs. Lehotzky's backyard. This mailman told my brother that Mrs. Lehotzky hadn't lived in her house on Highland Street for a long time. She had been moved to a nursing home and that she had died in 2004. Mrs. Lehotzky had lived to be 104 years of age!
Finally, I knew what happened. The wheels started turning in my brain. I thought it was a shame that Mrs. Lehotzky had no one that I knew of, other than my brother and me, to remember her. I decided I wanted to know more about her. Where did she come from? What really happened to Gerald? What happened to her husband? I wanted to blog about her so that she would not be forgotten.
This past autumn I started to do some digging into the Lehotzky family. I have not been able to find an obituary for Mrs. Lehotzky. I'm guessing an announcement was not put into the newspaper because she had no descendants. A bit more research with the local newspaper did confirm the story about Gerald. In fact his accident and death made the front page of the newspaper that day in 1954. I found a surprise in Gerald's obituary. It which mentioned that he had had a sister named Clara who predeceased him! This was news to me, as I never knew that Mrs. Lehotzky had had a daughter.
Scrolling through another roll of microfilm, I found the obituary for Mrs. Lehotzky's husband, Rudolph. He passed away in 1959. That means that Mrs. Lehotzky had been a widow for 55 years!
Just before Christmas, Library and Archives Canada released the Canadian Naturalization database, 1915-1932. This is an every name indexed database for people who applied for and received status as naturalized Canadians. This is an excellent database for searching ancestors who were not part of the British empire. I decided to check it out and ran a search on Rudolph Lehotzky. I hit the jackpot! Not only did I find him listed, I found Mrs. Lehotzky too. She was listed as Gizella Schindler. I now had her maiden name!
My research into Gizella Schindler and Rudolph Lehotzky continues. This has involved some Eastern and Central European research, which is something I thought I would never do. I have had some exciting discoveries this past week and am starting to piece together their lives and where they came from.
Copyright 2010 by Kathryn Lake.
Starting a new genealogy blog focusing on my Welsh roots is one of my genea-goals for 2010, and since it's still 2009, I guess I'm off to a good start.
There are a few things I hope to achieve this year with my GEORGE and DAVIES family research:
- Find the correct death registration for my great-grandmother, Anne (DAVIES) GEORGE. With the third most popular Welsh surname and the most popular given name, finding the Anne's death registration has proven a challenge. Unfortunatetly, I don't know the exact date of her death. I have already one death certificate that is incorrect. To achieve this goal, I may have to order death certificates that may be incorrect just so I can eliminate them and narrow down the choices to the correct one.
- Make contact with a living George or Davies descendant. With only seven of us George descendants in Canada, we are a very small family. I would very much like to meet a cousin or two or more! There is a possibility I may have a George cousin through Genes Reunited.
- Continue documenting the life of my grandfather, Joseph Brinley George, with the goal of publishing a book about him. This is something I have wanted to do for a long time. I think this is the year to make the final push in gathering all of my documents and photos about him, get them organized and publish a book in time for Christmas 2010.
With having chosen just three goals for my George family research this year, I am confident I will succeed in achieving them all.
Written for the 87th Edition of the Carnival of Genealogy
Copyright 2009 by Kathryn Lake.