tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83617232771594047882024-03-13T22:35:50.465-07:00BrustenEwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-77659519893801933292021-04-25T23:21:00.001-07:002021-04-26T00:46:11.673-07:00Intellectual Property and Genealogy<p style="text-align: justify;">April 26th is World IP Day (IP standing for Intellectual Property) and so I thought this would be a nice opportunity to see how I could highlight intellectual property rights and at the same time still keep a focus on family history. For those of you who might not be very familiarized with intellectual property rights (IPRs), let me start by explaining briefly what they are...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Intellectual property relates to creations of the mind, like inventions and works of art, all of which can be protected under the law by means of patents, copyright and related rights, but also trademarks, domain names, design rights and many other types of rights such as database rights and integrated circuit layout design protection all belong to the big family of IP rights.</p><p>When I called on family members for help to see if they would be willing to share some of their "creations of the mind" that I could share on this blog, I must say I received an overwhelming response and the result is shown hereafter. I have tried to group all pictures by type of IP right. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">KINDLY NOTE THAT I HAVE OBTAINED AUTHORIZATION OF ALL AUTHORS AND CREATORS OR OF THEIR HEIRS TO POST THESE PICTURES - ALL OF THE WORKS SHOWN ARE PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT OR RELATED RIGHTS AND POTENTIALLY PORTRAIT RIGHTS AND MAY NOT BE COPIED WITHOUT OBTAINING PERMISSION FROM THE IP RIGHTS OWNERS AND/OR THE PORTRAIT RIGHTS OWNER. SUCH APPROVAL CAN BE REQUESTED THROUGH THE CONTACT FORM OF THIS BLOG.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>1. COPYRIGHT AND RELATED RIGHTS</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Let's immediately dive into the extremely broad field of copyright... Copyright relates to literary and artistic creations such as books and poems, paintings, photographs, sculptures and songs. When we talk about related rights, we mean rights which are not necessarily granted to the author, but for example to parties involved in bringing the creation to life, such as a singer or musician who creates or recreates an expression of a song written by a composer. Similarly broadcasters and producers also enjoy related rights for their contribution in the value creation process.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">If we now take all this and turn to the family archives, we can easily say that there have been and still are quite a lot of artists, creators and performers in the family, let's get through each category!</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">A. PAINTERS AND SKETCH ARTISTS </p><p style="text-align: justify;">It seems particularly painting has been for a long time a favorite pastime for many family members! A selection of works is shown below, each time including the name of the artist and the year of creation (or estimate).</p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbquUVJtoIk/YHoarafY2UI/AAAAAAABIro/52vrWLG4nggXrTUXl2eO3Kcxr-2NPunmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s805/Henri%2BBrusten%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="308" data-original-width="805" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbquUVJtoIk/YHoarafY2UI/AAAAAAABIro/52vrWLG4nggXrTUXl2eO3Kcxr-2NPunmgCLcBGAsYHQ/w523-h200/Henri%2BBrusten%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" title="Henri Brusten (c)" width="523" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Henri Brusten</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>These three paintings were all made by my grandfather Henri Brusten. The first painting (A) is dated 7 September 1946 and was made by Henri for his sister, Jeannie Brusten. <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Regrettably I don't have a date for the middle (B) and right hand (C) painting. The painting on the right (C) is an interpretation of "The Man with the Golden Helmet" by Rembrandt. I know that grandfather Henri also started working on a reproduction of the Night Watch by Rembrandt, however, I'm not sure he ever finished that one. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKzb9V0FFnc/YHojTAPIsKI/AAAAAAABIr4/j8p6tquZiIQyZjdobjUEczOtwGAovSlagCLcBGAsYHQ/s984/Hilda%2BSterkcx%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="984" height="407" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKzb9V0FFnc/YHojTAPIsKI/AAAAAAABIr4/j8p6tquZiIQyZjdobjUEczOtwGAovSlagCLcBGAsYHQ/w495-h407/Hilda%2BSterkcx%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" title="Hilda Sterckx (c)" width="495" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Hilda J. Sterckx</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The above collection of ten paintings was made by my late grandmother, Hilda J. Sterckx, wife to Henri Brusten. These paintings can be dated as follows:</div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting D : "Mountain landscape 1" - May 1988</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting E : "Vase with flowers" - Date unknown </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting F : "Clown" - oil on canvas - May 1993 </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting G : "Mountain landscape 2" - oil on canvas - 1991</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting H : "Lake with canoe at sunset" - oil on canvas - approximately 1985 </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting I : "White flowers" - oil on canvas - Date unknown</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting J : "Tree after sunset" - Date unknown</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting K : "River" - oil on canvas - 1991</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Painting L : "Landscape with tree" - 1985</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Painting M : "Flowers" - Date unknown</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNmT3a1Lp20/YHonQgpsQ2I/AAAAAAABIsU/gqVh8q72fIYHJpyYkLUJA8PKn3II0ejPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s653/Willem%2BBrusten%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="653" height="335" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNmT3a1Lp20/YHonQgpsQ2I/AAAAAAABIsU/gqVh8q72fIYHJpyYkLUJA8PKn3II0ejPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w507-h335/Willem%2BBrusten%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" title="Willem Brusten (c)" width="507" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Willem Brusten</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;">The above six works of art were created by Willem Brusten, son of Henri Brusten and Hilda J. Sterckx:</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Pen drawing N : "Bottles" - 1972 or 1973</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> Painting O : Reproduction of "Four Studies of a Male Head" by Rubens</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> Painting P : "Horse head" - oil paint on canvas - 1974</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> Painting Q : "Portrait" - oil paint on panel with only use of white and blue - 1977</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> Painting R : "Girl in mirror" - oil paint on canvas, after a picture by David Hamilton - 1978</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> Pen Drawing S : "Man looking up" - 1972 or 1973</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuNfK8ci018/YISOYUJeP0I/AAAAAAABJuA/sDcN9uxxN4YAbLU-PFBYRRo3F-m6TgNHACLcBGAsYHQ/s893/Greet%2BBrusten%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="893" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuNfK8ci018/YISOYUJeP0I/AAAAAAABJuA/sDcN9uxxN4YAbLU-PFBYRRo3F-m6TgNHACLcBGAsYHQ/w559-h188/Greet%2BBrusten%2B1.jpg" width="559" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Greet Brusten</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Also Greet Brusten, daughter of Henri Brusten and Hilda J. Sterckx, is an artist and created the above three paintings in acrylic paint in 2020 as a way of expression during the global COVID-19 crisis. The first painting depicts fear and uncertainty, while the second painting shows how artists from across the globe started to perform to inspire people to face the health crisis and keep going. The two performers shown in this painting are Raf and Mich Walschaerts, better known as the artist duo "Kommilfoo" and both grandsons of Hilda Sterckx, the older sister and godmother of grandma Hilda J. Sterckx (and yes, both sisters shared the same first name). The last painting is dedicated to healthcare workers across the globe fighting against the virus. This series of paintings was exhibited in the Sint-Augustinus hospital in Antwerp in 2021.<br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oakqMz_ITPg/YHosNnR4N2I/AAAAAAABIsg/aW98mUYmHnAnf729iuE052A-VIZ9ZakWACLcBGAsYHQ/s916/Mark%2BBurgess%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="916" height="223" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oakqMz_ITPg/YHosNnR4N2I/AAAAAAABIsg/aW98mUYmHnAnf729iuE052A-VIZ9ZakWACLcBGAsYHQ/w570-h223/Mark%2BBurgess%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" title="Mark Burgess (c)" width="570" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Mark Burgess</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The two above paintings were created by Mark Burgess, son of Doreen Burgess (née Holgate) and grandson of Helena Holgate (née Brusten). The painting on the left (T) was painted in 2020 and depicts the Damme Canal (Damse Vaart), the painting on the right hand side (U) was painted in 2011 in Oman from a photograph taken about 2005 of a scene near Bayeux, France.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yzi0HEM4_M/YISWkw9QsMI/AAAAAAABJuM/Z8VX0VL3huwLpIDpWNvEPuU3Wtu0NQHsQCLcBGAsYHQ/s429/Ren%25C3%25A9%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="360" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yzi0HEM4_M/YISWkw9QsMI/AAAAAAABJuM/Z8VX0VL3huwLpIDpWNvEPuU3Wtu0NQHsQCLcBGAsYHQ/w212-h252/Ren%25C3%25A9%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen%2B1.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ René Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Next painting in this series is the portrait shown above, which was made by René Van Minnebruggen and depicts his wife, Patricia Brusten. Also their oldest son, </span>Tim Van Minnebruggen, happens to be a gifted artist as can be seen below.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9bHIqs_84o/YISN185n8UI/AAAAAAABJt4/I7p7e84yOHsCsmufwDlzeT_rS8So6etKACLcBGAsYHQ/s857/Tim%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="857" height="223" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9bHIqs_84o/YISN185n8UI/AAAAAAABJt4/I7p7e84yOHsCsmufwDlzeT_rS8So6etKACLcBGAsYHQ/w579-h223/Tim%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" width="579" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Tim Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span>Painting V : "<span style="background-color: white;">Eagle Mountain’s" - acrylic paint on canvas - 2019</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span>Painting W : "Bricks and stones" - acrylic paint on canvas - 2021</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Finally, I include two sketches that I made myself, the first one showing my grandmother, Hilda J. Sterckx and the second one showing her mother, my great-grandmother Anna Hennebicq.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm88wfj8UgU/YISYBwz5nlI/AAAAAAABJuU/AdaXKzPri38DjUxxy7MyxTZSJsPF4SH2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s728/Ewan%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="728" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm88wfj8UgU/YISYBwz5nlI/AAAAAAABJuU/AdaXKzPri38DjUxxy7MyxTZSJsPF4SH2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w517-h238/Ewan%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen.jpg" width="517" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Ewan Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">B. DANCING</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">Choreographies, but also also dance performances can be protected by copyrights and that's why I decided to include some pictures of dance performers into this post. The first picture is a dance performance in 1973 by Marc Brusten and his first wife Mariella earning them the championship title in D-class amateur dancing. </span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izAAub41S8M/YISZ15k3JWI/AAAAAAABJu4/MTp4_GNyP30auWnppQ7IUTekfJMHdPkbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s785/IMG_8086.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izAAub41S8M/YISZ15k3JWI/AAAAAAABJu4/MTp4_GNyP30auWnppQ7IUTekfJMHdPkbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_8086.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marc Brusten with his first wife Mariella</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Henri Brusten and Hilda J. Sterkcx used to do ballroom dancing - I remember seeing them dance when I was maybe five years old or so. So this picture definitely gives me a flashback!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0xix_GAfFY/YISZYzXN13I/AAAAAAABJuk/b1SvG3IBcVkX-zpr7n0w5QwyqFz3nuvGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s828/IMG_9705.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="828" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0xix_GAfFY/YISZYzXN13I/AAAAAAABJuk/b1SvG3IBcVkX-zpr7n0w5QwyqFz3nuvGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_9705.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hilda J. Sterckx and Henri Brusten</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />And finally a picture of my parents, Patricia Brusten and René Van Minnebruggen, also taking part in a dance competition. They actually met each other for the first time in dance class...</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDHgETpTlk/YISZakCdtyI/AAAAAAABJuo/JYrrXFKGe9gQTYrt8u-FkV_Rv8eTg8ENwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1293/IMG_9704.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1293" data-original-width="828" height="363" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECDHgETpTlk/YISZakCdtyI/AAAAAAABJuo/JYrrXFKGe9gQTYrt8u-FkV_Rv8eTg8ENwCLcBGAsYHQ/w233-h363/IMG_9704.jpg" width="233" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">René Van Minnebruggen and Patricia Brusten</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">C. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">WRITING</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">We do have a number of writers and poets in our family and, clearly, any work of authorship is protected by copyright. Any writings I was able to get my hands on, are in Dutch - and since I did not ask the authors for permission to translate these texts and I also do not wish to alter any of the original meaning of the words, I will add them in their original language.</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">The first text are the lyrics to a song written by Willem Brusten and his sister, Anne-Mie Brusten.</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">DE DRUPPEL </div><div style="text-align: center;">(©️ Willem Brusten and Anne-Marie Brusten) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Een druppel glinstert in de zon</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Op het blad van de boom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In de tuin van mijn oom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Als een parel die niet harder blinken kon</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Langzaam rollend van het blad van de boom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In de tuin van mijn oom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Duwt de slak opzij …en gaat ze voorbij</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Splits zich …….wanneer hij zich voegt Bij de andere druppel</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Volgend de nerven van het blad , Dat als een spiegel zo glad</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Hangt aan de boom</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In de tuin van mijn oom waardoooooor de wind spelend een weg baant en de druppel doet zakken</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Tot aan het puntje van het spiegelglad blad</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dat dwarrelt naar beneden geschud van de tak</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Door de wind en nu eenzaam ligt</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In de goot</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Zonder druppel</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Want die is dood</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Verloren tussen de anderen in de goot<span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">The next four texts are all written by Egwin Van Minnebruggen, another son of Patricia Brusten and René Van Minnebruggen.</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSpEw720pvo/YISf-Nb5rkI/AAAAAAABJvU/oro9KqKwchgbm63TDmHKbiEz7Y0YE_IKACLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/b6b26dfe-d610-4c44-82b4-d5c606166fd3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1440" height="253" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSpEw720pvo/YISf-Nb5rkI/AAAAAAABJvU/oro9KqKwchgbm63TDmHKbiEz7Y0YE_IKACLcBGAsYHQ/w423-h253/b6b26dfe-d610-4c44-82b4-d5c606166fd3.jpg" width="423" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Egwin Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rhr7v-lxS3E/YISgagphghI/AAAAAAABJvc/_-PIDvjQDs4rGi9qd-HWZh8PAf2ik-PuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1241/db661da5-073c-4c10-8898-958bd99695a8.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="1241" height="165" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rhr7v-lxS3E/YISgagphghI/AAAAAAABJvc/_-PIDvjQDs4rGi9qd-HWZh8PAf2ik-PuQCLcBGAsYHQ/w418-h165/db661da5-073c-4c10-8898-958bd99695a8.jpg" width="418" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Egwin Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdzUeTIPNAs/YISgw4XkXPI/AAAAAAABJvk/S_PdzG2diDcItXV2iQEX6KskBxHZKz44gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1439/3556edcc-6787-4fa4-adfb-9b56e1feec14.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1053" data-original-width="1439" height="305" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdzUeTIPNAs/YISgw4XkXPI/AAAAAAABJvk/S_PdzG2diDcItXV2iQEX6KskBxHZKz44gCLcBGAsYHQ/w416-h305/3556edcc-6787-4fa4-adfb-9b56e1feec14.jpg" width="416" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Egwin Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">While we're on the subject of writers, it should be noted that also Rik Wuyts, son of Leen Brusten and grandson of Albert Brusten, is a writer who lives in Texas and has written a novel entitled "The wrong girl", which was published by AuthorHouse in 2014.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">C. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">PHOTOGRAPHY</span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEwZCZ-HEc8/YISjp2_nEhI/AAAAAAABJv0/AUmO1-speOwy1aOrDpr6frRiFs9sxFJ0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/Ewan%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="459" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEwZCZ-HEc8/YISjp2_nEhI/AAAAAAABJv0/AUmO1-speOwy1aOrDpr6frRiFs9sxFJ0QCLcBGAsYHQ/w459-h459/Ewan%2BVan%2BMinnebruggen%2B%2528c%2529.jpg" width="459" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©️ Ewan Van Minnebruggen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>As a final example copyright protected works, I include a number of photographs I made myself:</div><div><br /></div><div>Picture 1 : Sun over Alicante, Spain - April 2018 </div><div><br /></div><div>Picture 2 : Pink morning sky in Belgium - December 2016</div><div><br /></div><div>Picture 3 : Sunrise over field in Belgium - March 2018</div><div><br /></div><div>Picture 4 : Sunrise near Saverne, France - July 2017</div><div><br /></div><div>Picture 5 : Evening in Liuzhou, China - October 2017</div><div><br /></div><div>Picture 6 : Afternoon sun, Belgium - February 2016<br /><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div><b style="text-align: justify;">2. TRADEMARKS</b></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">I really haven't been able to find many trademarks that can be connected to our family history. One example would be "<b>MARGA</b>" which seems to have been a trademark used by the margarine factory of the Van de Venne family, which was the family of great grand uncle Herman Van de Venne, first husband to Marieke Brusten.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjOqVOZRmVk/YISsDTd7tRI/AAAAAAABJv8/fd2nWpxrr3oKx9AqfcoN8UoCa-hvwQ5gACLcBGAsYHQ/s404/Van%2Bde%2BVennne%2B-%2BMarga.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="398" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjOqVOZRmVk/YISsDTd7tRI/AAAAAAABJv8/fd2nWpxrr3oKx9AqfcoN8UoCa-hvwQ5gACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Van%2Bde%2BVennne%2B-%2BMarga.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">In other documents is specifically mentioned that in fact "<b>Fleur dè Bruyère</b>" was a trademark used by the margarine company in the Belgian village of Bree.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>3. PATENTS</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">When it comes to inventions, I can refer to the patent that was filed in 1996 by the Belgian pharmaceutical company UCB, initially in the United States and subsequently extended to quite a large number of different jurisdictions such as Australia and many countries in South America such as Brazil, Colombia, El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico, Panama and Peru.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The invention relates to a pharmaceutical composition for treating rhinitis and the first listed inventor is Herman Van de Venne, grandson of Marieke Brusten and her first husband by the same name. A fragment of the cover page of the U.S. patent is shown below.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbKg2CuH07g/YISuZSIUvMI/AAAAAAABJwU/BeFmnhmo4-oPypWytd-wyMtm4ohXyMazACLcBGAsYHQ/s1240/Patent.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="1240" height="242" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbKg2CuH07g/YISuZSIUvMI/AAAAAAABJwU/BeFmnhmo4-oPypWytd-wyMtm4ohXyMazACLcBGAsYHQ/w492-h242/Patent.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Without a doubt I have missed many more creations that have first come into existence in the minds of family members. I hope by this day, next year, I will have gathered a whole new collection of IP protected works that can be tied to our family tree. For now I'd like to end with thanking all of the family members who have contributed to make this a collective family art exhibition. I sincerely hope you will all continue to be inspired and will continue to create works of art. For this generation and the ones yet to come! </div></div>Ewanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-80813393268611953432020-12-27T14:15:00.003-08:002020-12-27T14:26:43.612-08:00The family of Henri Brusten (1927)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Il y a quelques mois, un membre de la famille, André Tilman, m'a donné cette belle photo de la famille d'Henri Brusten et de son épouse, Céline Baret. André est un fils de Nelly Brusten et un petit-fils d'Henri Brusten.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span><span>Avant d'approfondir la relation entre cette branche de la famille Brusten et l'ancienne branche limbourgeoise, j'énumère d'abord les noms des personnes sur cette photo (de gauche à droite): Mélanie Scholaert (mère d'Henri), Henri Brusten, Charles Brusten (fils d'Henri), Céline Baret (épouse d'Henri) et Edouard Brusten (père d'Henri). Les enfants à l'avant sont (de gauche à droite): Monique Baret, Nelly Brusten (fille d'Henri) et Madeleine Brusten (soeur de Nelly).</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>La photo a été prise en 1927 dans le jardin de la maison d'Henri et Céline au 44 rue Jacob-Makoy à Liège.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5-hJZfrpNI/X4wYmJQamNI/AAAAAAAAybc/1mLW8iDYQSY1aWyOqhU0kyLZlmb7c10kACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/unnamed.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="2048" height="289" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5-hJZfrpNI/X4wYmJQamNI/AAAAAAAAybc/1mLW8iDYQSY1aWyOqhU0kyLZlmb7c10kACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h289/unnamed.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: start;"><b>La communion solennelle de Nelly Brusten (mai 1927)</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Comme mentionné dans un précédent billet de blog, </span><a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2016/03/father-and-son-henri-and-charles-brusten.html?spref=tw" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;" target="_blank">Henri Brusten</a><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> et </span><a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2016/04/sgt-alphonse-brusten.html" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;" target="_blank">Alphonse Brusten</a><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> étaient tous deux fils d'Edouard Brusten et de Mélanie Scholaert. Edouard et Mélanie se sont mariés à Liège en 1884 comme en témoigne leur acte de mariage.</span></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span>Edouard est né le 2 mars 1854 à Bourg-Léopold. Ses parents étaient Jean Hubert Brusten et Elisabeth Mullens. Jean Hubert Brusten était décédé à Liège en 1883 juste un an avant le mariage de son fils Edouard. Jean Hubert était lui-même né en 1812. Ses parents étaient Martinus Brusten et Barbara Servaes qui se sont mariées à Peer en 1810.</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4MhnxWRFE/X-jn43z1tiI/AAAAAAAA3Vg/caEhVid4SAg1WL0BshNlK4feySmE9dHjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1026/Huwelijk%2BBrusten%2BScholaert.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="1026" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4MhnxWRFE/X-jn43z1tiI/AAAAAAAA3Vg/caEhVid4SAg1WL0BshNlK4feySmE9dHjgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/Huwelijk%2BBrusten%2BScholaert.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Acte de mariage d'Edouard Brusten et Mélanie Scholaert (1884)</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><br style="text-align: left;" /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Martinus Brusten est né vers 1781 à Eksel et était un frère de Willem Brusten, le grand-père de <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.com/2009/01/mijn-overgrootvader-pabou-zo-werd-hij.html" target="_blank">Pieter Hendrik</a> (alias Pabou) Brusten. En d'autres termes, Martinus était le cousin germain de Pieter Hendrik Brusten.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Edouard Brusten est décédé à Liège en 1951. Son épouse Mélanie est décédée en 1937. Cette photo de leur tombe j'ai aussi reçue d'André Tilman.</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POvabT2q5Ds/X4wWN5_KD-I/AAAAAAAAybI/XXCxKwD21OQJr2Q1KNEjEWmfA1F_gv9jACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pierre%2Btombale%2BBrusten%2BScholaert%2B-%2B2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POvabT2q5Ds/X4wWN5_KD-I/AAAAAAAAybI/XXCxKwD21OQJr2Q1KNEjEWmfA1F_gv9jACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/Pierre%2Btombale%2BBrusten%2BScholaert%2B-%2B2.JPG" title="Grafsteen van Edouard Brusten en Mélanie Scholaert" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Pierre tombale d'Edouard Brusten et Mélanie Scholaert<br /></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Je voudrais conclure ce billet de blog par un mot de remerciement sincère à André pour cet ajout précieux à ce blog.</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">***</div><div><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Een aantal<span> maanden g</span>eleden kreeg ik van een familielid, André Tilman, deze practhige foto van het gezin van Henri Brusten en zijn echtgenote, Céline Baret. André is een zoon van Nelly Brusten en kleinzoon van Henri Brusten.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Alvorens dieper in te gaan op de relatie tussen deze tak van de familie Brusten en de oudere, Limburgse tak, zet ik eerst de namen van de personen op deze foto op een rijtje (van<span> links naar recht): Mélanie Scholaert (moeder van Henri), Henri Brusten, <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Charles Brusten (zoon van Henri), Céline Baret (echtgenote van Henri) en Edouard Brusten (vader van Henri). De kinderen vooraan zijn (van links naar rechts): </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Monique Baret, Nelly Brusten (dochter van Henri) en Madeleine Brusten (zus van Nelly).</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">De foto werd genomen in 1927 in de tuin van het huis van Henri en Céline te <span>R<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;">ue Jacob-Makoy 44 in Luik.</span></span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PA1_0QRIEhU/X-j5FFAkSeI/AAAAAAAA3Vs/bS6ogKzhoX8L8rj0jnS7oddYTfzPs8OZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="289" data-original-width="400" height="289" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PA1_0QRIEhU/X-j5FFAkSeI/AAAAAAAA3Vs/bS6ogKzhoX8L8rj0jnS7oddYTfzPs8OZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h289/image.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #222222; text-align: start;">Plechtige communie van Nelly Brusten (mei 1927)</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Zoals reeds vermeld in een vorig blogbericht waren <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2016/03/father-and-son-henri-and-charles-brusten.html?spref=tw" target="_blank">Henri Brusten</a> en <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.com/2016/04/sgt-alphonse-brusten.html" target="_blank">Alphonse Brusten</a> beiden zonen van Edouard Brusten en Mélanie Scholaert. Edouard en Mélanie huwden te Luik in 1884 zoals blijkt uit hun huwelijksakte.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Edouard was geboren op 2 maart 1854 te Leopoldsburg als zoon van Jean Hubert Brusten en Elisabeth Mullens. Jean Hubert Brusten was net een jaar voor het huwelijk van zijn zoon Edouard overleden in 1883 te Luik. Zelf was Jean Hubert geboren in 1812 te Heusden als zoon van Martinus Brusten en Barbara Servaes die waren gehuwd te Peer in 1810. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4MhnxWRFE/X-jn43z1tiI/AAAAAAAA3Vg/caEhVid4SAg1WL0BshNlK4feySmE9dHjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1026/Huwelijk%2BBrusten%2BScholaert.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="1026" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4MhnxWRFE/X-jn43z1tiI/AAAAAAAA3Vg/caEhVid4SAg1WL0BshNlK4feySmE9dHjgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/Huwelijk%2BBrusten%2BScholaert.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Huwelijksakte Edouard Brusten en Mélanie Scholaert (1884)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Martinus Brusten was geboren omstreeks 1781 te Eksel en was een broer van Willem Brusten, de grootvader van <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.com/2009/01/mijn-overgrootvader-pabou-zo-werd-hij.html" target="_blank">Pieter Hendrik </a>(alias Pabou) Brusten. Met andere woorden was Martinus een eerste kozijn van Pieter Hendrik Brusten.</span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Edouard Brusten overleed te Luik in 1951. Zijn echtgenote Mélanie was reeds overleden in 1937. Deze foto van hun grafsteen mocht ik eveneens ontvangen van André Tilman.</span></p><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POvabT2q5Ds/X4wWN5_KD-I/AAAAAAAAybI/XXCxKwD21OQJr2Q1KNEjEWmfA1F_gv9jACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pierre%2Btombale%2BBrusten%2BScholaert%2B-%2B2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POvabT2q5Ds/X4wWN5_KD-I/AAAAAAAAybI/XXCxKwD21OQJr2Q1KNEjEWmfA1F_gv9jACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/Pierre%2Btombale%2BBrusten%2BScholaert%2B-%2B2.JPG" title="Grafsteen van Edouard Brusten en Mélanie Scholaert" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Grafsteen van Edouard Brusten en Mélanie Scholaert<br /></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Ik wil dit blogbericht graag aflsluiten met een welgemeend woord van dank aan André voor deze waardevolle toevoeging aan deze blog.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /></p><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">***</div><p style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><br style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Several months ago, a family member, André Tilman, sent me this wonderful picture of the family of Henri Brusten and his wife, Céline Baret. André is a son of Nelly Brusten and a grandson of Henri Brusten.</span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Before going into the relationship between this branch of the family and the older Limbourg based branch, I will first list the names of the people on this picture (from left to right): Mélanie Scholaert (mother of Henri), Henri Brusten, Charles Brusten (son of Henri), Céline Baret (wife of Henri) and Edouard Brusten (father of Henri). The children up front are (again from left to right): Monique Baret, Nelly Brusten (daughter of Henri) and Madeleine Brusten (sister of Nelly).</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>This picture was taken in 1927 in the garden of the house of Henri and Céline in 44 rue Jacob-Makoy in the city of Liège.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5-hJZfrpNI/X4wYmJQamNI/AAAAAAAAybc/1mLW8iDYQSY1aWyOqhU0kyLZlmb7c10kACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/unnamed.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="2048" height="289" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5-hJZfrpNI/X4wYmJQamNI/AAAAAAAAybc/1mLW8iDYQSY1aWyOqhU0kyLZlmb7c10kACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h289/unnamed.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: start;"><b>Holy communion of Nelly Brusten (May 1927)</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">As mentioned in a previous blog post, both <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2016/03/father-and-son-henri-and-charles-brusten.html?spref=tw" target="_blank">Henri Brusten</a> and <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2016/04/sgt-alphonse-brusten.html" target="_blank">Alphonse Brusten</a> were sons of Edouard Brusten and Mélanie Scholaert. Edouard and Mélanie were married in Liège in 1884 as can be seen on their marriage certificate.</span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><span>Edouard was born on March 2, 1854 in Leopoldsburg. His parents were Jean Hubert Brusten and Elisabeth Mullens. Jean Hubert Brusten passed away in 1883 just one year before the marriage of his son Edouard. Jean Hubert himself was born in 1812 to Martinus Brusten and Barbara Servaes who were married in the Belgian village of Peer in 1810.</span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4MhnxWRFE/X-jn43z1tiI/AAAAAAAA3Vg/caEhVid4SAg1WL0BshNlK4feySmE9dHjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1026/Huwelijk%2BBrusten%2BScholaert.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="1026" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ac4MhnxWRFE/X-jn43z1tiI/AAAAAAAA3Vg/caEhVid4SAg1WL0BshNlK4feySmE9dHjgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/Huwelijk%2BBrusten%2BScholaert.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mariage certificate of Edouard Brusten and Mélanie Scholaert (1884)</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><br style="text-align: left;" /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Martinus Brusten was born about 1781 in the village of Eksel and was a brother of Willem Brusten who was a grandfather of <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.com/2009/01/mijn-overgrootvader-pabou-zo-werd-hij.html" target="_blank">Pieter Hendrik</a> (aka Pabou) Brusten. In other words: Martinus was a first cousin of Pieter Hendrik Brusten.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Edouard Brusten passed away in Liège in 1951 and his wife, Mélanie, had already died in 1937. The below picture of their grave stone was also kindly provided to me by André Tilman.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POvabT2q5Ds/X4wWN5_KD-I/AAAAAAAAybI/XXCxKwD21OQJr2Q1KNEjEWmfA1F_gv9jACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pierre%2Btombale%2BBrusten%2BScholaert%2B-%2B2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POvabT2q5Ds/X4wWN5_KD-I/AAAAAAAAybI/XXCxKwD21OQJr2Q1KNEjEWmfA1F_gv9jACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/Pierre%2Btombale%2BBrusten%2BScholaert%2B-%2B2.JPG" title="Grafsteen van Edouard Brusten en Mélanie Scholaert" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Grave of Edouard Brusten and Mélanie Scholaert<br /></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I would like to end this blog post with a warm word of thanks to André for providing this valuable contribution to this blog.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p></div>Ewanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-84368416918391069532019-07-29T13:28:00.001-07:002019-07-29T13:28:06.387-07:00Tracking down Aunt Regina - Part 6 : The Verbeeck family<br />
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In family history research it often pays off to revisit certain names as new findings quite often do surface. While I posted a <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2018/01/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-5.html" target="_blank">passenger list</a> of the June 29th, 1911 voyage from the S.S. Menominee from Antwerp, Belgium to Boston, Massachusetts, showing the name of aunt Regina as "Mrs. Regina Deckers", I hadn't looked more in detail at the actual ship manifest.</div>
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Looking a bit more closely recently, I noticed column 18 of the manifest also showed for each passenger an answer to the question: "<i>Whether going to join a relative or friend; and if so, what relative or friend, and his name and complete address</i>". On the line for aunt Regina, originally the name of her husband, Jan "John" Deckers, had been entered, but then, someone crossed out his name and replaced it with "Brother-in-law Gustav Verbeck".</div>
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Not knowing who <b>Gustav Verbeck</b> was, I looked further down the list and found an entry for Huberta Verbeeck, a Dutch lady traveling with her three-year old son, Aimé Verbeeck to go and join her husband, <b>Gustav Verbeeck</b>. Since Aunt Regina did not have a sister called Huberta, the only remaining option was that Huberta was a sister of Regina's husband, Jan Deckers.</div>
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As I looked back at the immigration records of the Dutch Deckers family from the time they came to Belgium, I found a list of all the family members, including the name of <b>Huberta Deckers</b> who was married to an office worker called <b>Antonius Franciscus Gustave Verbeeck</b>.</div>
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OK, that's one mistery solved! Long story short, Aunt Regina didn't travel just by herself from Belgium to Boston, but was joined by her sister-in-law, Huberta Verbeeck and nephew, Aimé. </div>
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Huberta's Belgian husband, Gustave, was apparently already living in Boston at that time. In his 1920 U.S. passport application is mentioned that Gustave was working as a clerk for the U.S. Government in Washington DC. Furthermore, his passport application included a certificate issued by the U.S. War Department stating that Gustave had been transferred from the Office of the Chief of Staff to the War Department to serve as checker with the Graves Registration Services and needed a passport for traveling to Great Britain, Belgium, France, Italy and Luxembourg. </div>
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Some main tasks of the Graves Registration Services involved retrieving, identifying and burying deceased American soldiers. As indicated on his WWII Draft Registration Card, Gustave later worked as a translator for the U.S. Post Office Department in Washington DC.</div>
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As I mentioned before, the marriage of Aunt Regina and John Deckers did not last and eventually she married Italian born Angelo Andreoli. I also mentioned in my previous blog post on Aunt Regina that I was till hoping to get my hands on three more things:</div>
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I'm really glad to say, I did find a copy of the marriage license which confirms the 1926 wedding on March 1st in Boston. In addition, the marriage license shows a bit more information concerning great-grand uncle Angelo who was born to Pietro Andreoli and Rosa Curti.</div>
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This additional information helped me find the ship manifest of the 1921 travel from Angelo from Genova, Italy, to New York on the S.S. RE D'ITALIA to go and join his brother-in-law Giovanni Andreoli. I have not yet conducted any further research to see if I'm able to trace Giovanni in 1920's Boston, Massachusetts.</div>
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Finally, the ship manifest also lists the last place of residence of Angelo as Como, Besozzo, Italy, which is a gorgeously located town next to lake Como in the north of Italy with view on the Alps. </div>
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I already look forward to my next finds concerning Aunt Regina!</div>
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Bij stamboomonderzoek loont het vaak de moeite om bepaalde persoonsnamen na een tijd opnieuw te onderzoeken omdat er dan vaak nieuwe vondsten opduiken. Terwijl ik eerder al een <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.com/2018/01/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-5.html" target="_blank">passagierslijst</a> heb gepost betreffende de reis van de S.S. Menominee van 29 juni 1911 van Antwerpen naar Boston, Massachusetts waarop tante Regina werd vermeld als "Mrs. Regina Deckers", had ik nog niet meer in detail gekeken naar het eigenlijke scheepsmanifest.</div>
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Bij nader onderzoek zag ik in kolom 18 van dat manifest voor elke passagier een antwoord op de vraag: "<i>Whether going to join a relative or friend; and if so, what relative or friend, and his name and complete address</i>". Op de lijn van tante Regina werd oorspronkelijk de naam van haar echtgenoot, Jan "John" Deckers, vermeld, doch, iemand heeft zijn naam doorgehaald en vervangen door "Brother-in-law Gustav Verbeck".</div>
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Niet wetende wie <b>Gustav Verbeck</b> was, keek ik verder op de lijst en kwam ik de naam van Huberta Verbeeck tegen, een Nederlandse dame die met haar driejarige zoon, Aimé Verbeeck, op weg was om haar echtgenoot, <b>Gustav Verbeeck</b>,<b> </b>te vervoegen in Boston. Vermits tante Regina geen zus had die Huberta noemde, was de enige resterende mogelijkheid dat Huberta een zus was van Regina's echtgenoot, Jan Deckers.</div>
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Terug kijkend naar het immigratiedossier van de Nederlandse Deckers familie ten tijde van hun immigratie in België, vond ik een lijst met de namen van alle familieleden, inclusief de naam van <b>Huberta Deckers</b> die gehuwd was met een kantoorbediende die <b>Antonius Franciscus Gustave Verbeeck </b>heette.</div>
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OK, dat misterie is dus opgelost! Lang verhaal kort reisde tante Regina dus niet alleen van België naar Boston, maar samen met haar schoonzus, Huberta Verbeeck en neefje, Aimé. </div>
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Huberta's Belgische echtgenoot, Gustave, leefde blijkbaar al in Boston op dat ogenblik. In zijn paspoortaanvraag van 1920 is vermeld dat Gustave als klerk werkte voor de Amerikaanse overheid in Washington DC. Verder zat bij zijn paspoortaanvraag een certificaat uitgegeven door het Amerikaanse War Department waarin werd vermeld dat Gustave overgeplaatst was van het Office of the Chief of Staff naar het War Department om te werken bij de Graves Registration Services en een paspoort nodig had om te reizen naar Groot-Brittannië, België, Frankrijk, Italië en Luxemburg. </div>
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Zoals ik eerder reeds heb vermeld hield het huwelijk tussen tante Regina and John Deckers geen stand en uiteindelijk hertrouwde ze met de Italiaan Angelo Andreoli. I vermeldde ook reeds in mijn vorige blogbericht over tante Regina dat ik de volgende drie zaken nog zou willen te pakken krijgen:</div>
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Ik ben erg blij te kunnen zeggen dat ik een kopie van de huwelijkstoelating heb kunnen vinden die het huwelijk in 1926 bevestigt op 1 maart in Boston. Daarbij toont de huwelijkstoelating nog wat bijkomende informatie betreffende overgrootnonkel Angelo, met name dat zijn ouders Pietro Andreoli en Rosa Curti waren.</div>
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Deze bijkomende informatie liet me toe om het scheepsmanifest te vinden van de reis in 1921 van Angelo van Genua, Italië naar New York aan boord van de S.S. RE D'ITALIA om zijn schoonbroer Giovanni Andreoli te gaan vervoegen. Ik heb nog geen verder onderzoek verricht om te zien of ik Giovanni kan terugvinden in het Boston van de jaren 1920.</div>
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In the unlikely event you have missed it, the FIFA World Cup is very much ongoing these days. On Thursday evening the Belgian football team, also known as the Belgian Red Devils, will play their third game. This time they are facing England after they won two previous games against the national football teams of Panama and Tunesia. A little research on past World Cups quickly learns that the most succesful World Cup so far for the Belgian national team, was 1986, when the Belgian Red Devils reached a fourth place after a loss against France during the extra time. However, also the sixth place they reached in the 2014 World Cup is definitely noteworthy.</div>
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As already mentioned in a previous blog post, cousin Georgette Verschueren (who was a first cousin of my late grandfather, Henri Brusten) was married to a professional footbal player known as Warre Van Brandt. Trying to find out more about him, I noticed his name was in fact Edouard Van Brandt, and not only was he a professional football player, but he was so talented that he got actually qualified to play with the Belgian national football team, the Belgian Red Devils.<br />
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Edouard was born on March 27, 1911 in the city of Antwerp. His father owned a bar. Since I have not yet succeeded in getting my hands on his birth record, I do not yet have further details on his parents or possible siblings.<br />
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On June 5, 1932, Edouard played his first match as a Belgian Red Devil in a friendly match against Denmark. Belgium won over Denmark with a 4-3 score. Seven days later, on June 12, 1932, he played in a match against Sweden, earning him his second cap. That time the Belgian Red Devils lost with 1-3.</div>
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Edouard and his wife Georgette got two children, Carry and Liliane. Liliane was so kind to share with me some information and pictures of her late father, including the nice picture shown below.</div>
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Edouard died during World War II, however, according to family history the cause of his early death (he died shortly before his 32nd birthday) was a ruptured stomach after being hit by a footbal. It's such a tragedy how the life of this remarkable young man came to such an abrupt stop. I'm sure the family must always have been very proud of what Warre had accomplished - to play in the Belgian national footbal team at 21 years of age…</div>
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In het hoogst onwaarschijnlijke geval het je zou zijn ontgaan; de FIFA Wereldbeker voetbal is dezer dagen volop aan de gang in Rusland. Aanstaande donderdag speelt het Belgisch voetbal elftal, beter gekend als de Rode Duivels, hun derde wedstrijd op deze Wereldbeker. Deze keer staan ze tegenover Engeland nadat ze de vorige twee wedstrijden hebben gewonnen van Panama en Tunesië. Een beetje opzoekwerk leert snel dat de meest succesvolle Wereldbeker tot dusver voor het Belgisch elftal die van 1986 was, wanneer de Rode Duivels de vierde plaats bereikten na een verlies tegen Frankrijk in de verlengingen. Echter, ook de zesde plaats in 2014 is absoluut noemenswaardig.</div>
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Zoals reeds vermeld in een eerder blogbericht was Georgette Verschueren (die een nicht was van grootvader, Henri Brusten) gehuwd met een professionele voetbalspeler gekend als Warre Van Brandt. Zoekend naar meer informatie over hem, merkte ik dat zijn naam eigenlijk Edouard Van Brandt was, en dat hij niet gewoon een prof voetballer was, maar dat hij zo getalenteerd was dat hij zich wist te kwalificeren voor de Belgische nationale ploeg, de Rode Duivels.</div>
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Edouard werd geboren op 27 maart 1911 in de stad Antwerpen. Zijn vader baatte een café uit. Aangezien ik er nog niet ben in geslaagd een kopie van zijn geboorteakte vast te krijgen heb ik nog geen verdere informatie omtrent zijn ouders of eventuele broers of zussen.</div>
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Op 5 juni 1932 speelde Edouard in zijn eerste wedstrijd als Rode Duivel in een vriendschapsmatch tegen Denemarken. België won tegen Denemarken met 4-3 op het scorebord. Zeven dagen later, op 12 juni 1932, speelde hij in een wedstrijd tegen Zweden, waardoor hij zijn tweede cap kreeg. Die keer verloren de Rode Duivels met 1-3.</div>
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Edouard en zijn echtgenote Georgette kregen twee kinderen, Carry en Liliane. Liliane was zo vriendelijk om enige informatie en foto's van haar vader met mij te delen, inclusief de mooie foto hier onder.</div>
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Edouard overleed tijden de Tweede Wereldoorlog, echter, volgens de familiegeschiedenis was de oorzaak van zijn vroegtijdig overlijden (hij stierf kort voor zijn 32ste verjaardag) een gescheurde maag nadat hij door een voetbal was geraakt. Het is echt een tragedie hoe het leven van deze opmerkelijke jongeman tot zulk een abrupt einde kwam. Ik ben er zeker van dat de familie altijd trots is geweest op wat Warre had bereikt - te spelen voor de Belgische nationale ploeg op de leeftijd van 21 jaar…</div>
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March is Women's history month and so I like to take that opportunity to work on some family blog posts about some of the women in the family tree. First one on the list is great-grand aunt Maria Brusten.<br />
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A few weeks ago I unexpectedly received an e-mail from Herman Van de Venne, a grandson of great-grand aunt Maria. He was able to help me to have a lot of open questions answered about Maria and her first husband, who was also named Herman Van de Venne.<br />
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Maria was born on March 1st, 1879 in the Belgian province of Limburg. She and Herman got married on August 23, 1900, when she was 21 years old.<br />
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The reason I wasn't able to find a marriage record is because they did not get married in Belgium, but in São Paulo, Brazil. Herman had graduated as an agricultural engineer from the Agricultural University of Gembloux, Belgium and had been hired in 1899 by José Fortunato de Camargo, another graduate from that same University, to help with the founding of an industrial dairy farm and a margarine factory.<br />
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Two incredibly beautiful pictures of Maria and Herman are shown below, as an extraordinay contribution by their grandson, Herman, to this blog.<br />
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In May 1903, Maria gave birth to a son named Robert in the Belgian city of Antwerp. Maria's parents also moved from the Belgian province of Limburg to Antwerp in 1903. <br />
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As mentioned in <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/great-grand-aunt-marieke-brusten.html" target="_blank">a previous blog post</a>, one year later in 1904, Herman became professor in the "Instituto Superior de Agronomia y Veterinaria" of Buenos Aires, Argentina. <br />
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Another two years later, Maria gave birth in Argentina, to a second son, Bertrand. It was also in 1906 that the family moved to Montevideo, Uruguay where Herman died in 1911. The cause of his death was likely peritonitis, rather than hepatitis as I was told before.<br />
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The picture below probably shows the house in Montevideo where Maria and Herman had lived in. It is dated December 1911.<br />
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After his death, Maria returned to Belgium, shortly before the outbreak of the Great War. I haven't been able to figure out yet when exactly Maria got married to her second husband, Adolphe Stellfeld. I do know that she fled to the Netherlands as she was staying there in 1915.<br />
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During the War, Maria did send a few photographs from the Netherlands to some of her siblings. A picture she sent to her brother Albert is shown below. It was dated 1915 and shows her two sons, Bertrand and Robert.<br />
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As I wrote before, Maria eventually passed away in 1930. While there are still a few pieces of information about her life I would like to find, I am very thankful for all these beautiful pictures and all of the additional information that was provided to me by Maria's grandson, Herman.<br />
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Maart is Women's history maand en ik wil graag van die gelegenheid gebruik maken om aan enkele blogberichten te werken betreffende enkele bijzondere vrouwen in de stamboom. De eerste op de lijst is overgroottante Maria Brusten.<br />
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Enkele weken geleden ontving ik onverwachts een e-mail van Herman Van de Venne, een kleinzoon van overgroottante Maria. Hij heeft veel vragen kunnen beantwoorden over Maria en haar eerste man die ook Herman Van de Venne heette.<br />
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Maria werd geboren op 1 maart 1879 in de Belgische provincie Limburg. Zij en Herman huwden op 23 augustus 1900, toen ze 21 jaar oud was.<br />
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De reden waarom ik er niet eerder in geslaagd ben om een huwelijksakte te vinden is omdat ze niet in België huwden, maar in São Paulo, Brazilië. Herman was afgestudeerd als landbouwingenieur aan de Agricultural University van Gembloux, België en werd in 1899 ingehuurd door José Fortunato de Camargo, een andere afgestudeerde student van dezelfde Universiteit, om te helpen met de oprichting van een industriële melkerij en een margarinefabriek.<br />
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Twee ongelooflijk mooie foto's van Maria en Herman die hieronder worden getoond, werden mij bezorgd door Herman Van de Venne.<br />
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In mei van het jaar 1903, schonk Maria het leven aan Robert in de stad Antwerpen. Maria's ouders waren in 1903 ook verhuisd van de Limburgse stad Peer naar Antwerpen. <br />
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Zoals vermeld <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/great-grand-aunt-marieke-brusten.html" target="_blank">in een vorig blogbericht</a> werd Herman in 1904, professor in the "Instituto Superior de Agronomia y Veterinaria" van Buenos Aires, Argentinië.<br />
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Nog twee jaar later beviel Maria in Argentinië, van een tweede zoon, Bertrand. Het is ook in 1906 dat het gezin verhuisde naar Montevideo, Uruguay waar Herman overleed in 1911. Zijn doodsoorzaak is allicht peritonitis, veeleer dan hepatitis zoals ik voorheen schreef.<br />
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De foto hieronder toont vermoedelijk het huis van Maria en Herman in Montevideo. De foto is gedateerd december 1911.<br />
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Na het overlijden van Herman, keerde Maria terug naar België. Ik heb nog niet kunnen achterhalen wanneer Maria precies huwde met haar tweede echtgenoot, Adolphe Stellfeld. Ik weet zeker dat ze naar Nederland is gevlucht, want ze verbleef daar in 1915.<br />
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Tijdens de Oorlog stuurde Maria enkele foto's naar haar broers en zussen. Onderstaande foto stuurde ze naar haar broer Albert Brusten. Deze foto werd genomen in 1915 en toont haar twee zonen, Bertrand en Robert.<br />
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Zoals ik eerder reeds heb geschreven, overleed Maria uiteindelijk in 1930. Hoewel er nog steeds veel vraagstukken zijn omtrent haar leven die ik zou willen oplossen, ben ik erg dankbaar voor deze foto's en alle bijkomende informatie. <br />
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Als ik er al in zou slagen om één van de huwelijksakten van Maria te vinden, zal ik ze hier zeker plaatsen!<br />
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<br />Ewanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-16734937820468757072018-01-10T14:56:00.004-08:002018-01-10T14:56:43.880-08:00Tracking down Aunt Regina - Part 5 : Bridging the gap<br />
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When I started researching the life of great-grand aunt Regina Andreoli, all I knew was that she had moved from Belgium to the United States and had married an Italian man named Angelo Andreoli. No one in the family was able to tell me much more about her. Over a series of blog posts dedicated to her, I have been adding pieces of the puzzle. <br />
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To recapitulate, I first include once more the links to the previous blog posts in this ongoing series on great-grand aunt Regina:<br />
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<a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/02/tracking-down-aunt-regina.html" target="_blank">Part 1 - The Early and the Final Years</a><br />
<a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/04/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2 - Living in Massachusetts</a><br />
<a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/09/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3 - The Purple Heart Recipient and Living in Worcester, MA</a><br />
<a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2017/06/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-4.html" target="_blank">Part 4 - The First Marriage and Living in Boston, MA</a></div>
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In 1907, John Deckers applied for Belgian citizenship. In his application is stated that he worked in the kitchen of the ocean liner s/s Menominee of the Red Starline, with destination to Boston and Philadelphia. John was already residing in Belgium for quite a number of years. During the 1890's, he had to appear before the Belgian Correctional Court and the Belgian Police Court for several offences. In 1894, John was actually expelled from Belgium (for burglary) for a period of about two years, after which he was allowed to return, which he did.<br />
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The reason he applied for Belgian citizenship was because he was engaged with a girl that was working at the Bell Telephone Company in Antwerp and her employement contract did not allow for her to marry a foreigner. I believe this girl might very well have been aunt Regina Brusten. Eventually it wasn't until March 1909 that John Deckers and Regina got married. While I assumed before that aunt Regina had only moved to Massachusetts after she had married Angelo Andreoli, I was clearly wrong. In 1911, John and Regina Deckers already moved to Boston. It seems as if they traveled separately, as only Mrs. Regina Deckers is mentioned on the Passenger List of the June 1911 voyage of the s.s. Menominee to Boston. Unless, of course, if John was still working in the kitchen of that ship.<br />
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At that moment they lived in Village Street in South Boston. These days, Village Street doesn't seem to exist anymore, but it used to be right about where now Village Ct. is located. On the below map, the location of Village Street is in enumeration District 162, which was right next to the railroad track.<br />
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Regina and John divorced in 1924 and John returned to Belgium, while Regina continued to live in Massachusetts. It seems like aunt Regina married Angelo Andreoli in 1926 in Boston. While I previoulsy mentioned that they did travel to visit relatives in the United Kingdom, I also found a ship manifest of 1928 from Genoa, Italy to New York. It therefore seems likely they also visited relatives of Angelo in Italy.<br />
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I do hope I will ever be able to find the death certificate of aunt Regina or any records relating to her divorce in 1924 or relating to her second marriage in 1926. Finding the immigration record of John Deckers most definitely helped me to bridge the gap between the date of her first marriage in 1909 and the last ten years of her life...<br />
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Toen ik begon met het onderzoeken van het leven van overgroottante Regina Andreoli, wist ik enkel dat ze van België naar Amerika was verhuisd en dat ze met een Italiaanse man gehuwd was die Angelo Andreoli heette. Niemand in de familie kon me veel meer vertellen over haar. In een serie van blogberichten ben ik stukjes van de puzzel blijven toevoegen. </div>
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Als samenvatting zet ik hier eerst nog eens de link naar de vorige blogberichten over haar bij elkaar:</div>
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In 1907 vroeg John Deckers het Belgisch staatsburgerschap aan. In zijn aanvraag vermeldde hij dat hij in de keuken werkte van het schip s/s Menominee van Red Starline, met bestemming Boston en Philadelphia. John woonde reeds ettelijke jaren in België. Tijdens de jaren 1890, moest hij voor de Belgische Correctionele Rechtbank en voor de Politierechtbank verschijnen voor verscheidene misdaden en overtredingen. In 1894 werd John verbannen uit België (omwille van een diefstal met inbraak) voor een periode van ongeveer twee jaar, waarna hij mocht terugkeren, wat hij ook deed.</div>
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De reden dat hij het Belgische staatsburgerschap wenste te verkrijgen was omdat hij verloofd was met een jongedame die werkzaam was bij Bell Telephone Company in Antwerpen en volgens haar arbeidscontract mocht ze niet met een buitenlander trouwen. Ik meen dat de kans groot is dat die jongedame tante Regina was. Uiteindelijk huwden John Deckers en Regina in maart 1909. Terwijl ik er eerder van uit ging dat tante Regina pas naar Massachusetts verhuisde nadat ze met Angelo Andreoli huwde, had ik duidelijk ongelijk. In 1911, verhuisden John en Regina Deckers al naar Boston. Het lijkt erop dat ze afzonderlijk reisden omdat enkel Mevr. Regina Deckers werd vermeld op de passagierslijst van de reis van juni 1911 van de s.s. Menominee naar Boston, tenzij John ook toen nog werkzaam was in de keuken van dat schip.</div>
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In 1914 bezochten John en Regina België, maar ze keerden terug naar Boston in september van dat jaar, een maand nadat Duitse troepen België waren binnengevallen. Ik vond John en Regina vervolgens terug in de 1920 U.S. Census van Boston. </div>
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Regina en John scheidden in 1924 en John keerde terug naar België, terwijl tante Regina in Massachusetts bleef wonen. Het lijkt erop dat tante Regina huwde met Angelo Andreoli in 1926 in Boston. Eerder vermeldde ik reeds dat ze nog naar het Verenigd Koninkrijk reisden om familie te bezoeken. Ik vond echter ook een manifest van 1928 van een reis van Genua, Italië naar New York. Het lijkt er dus op dat ze ook familieleden van Angelo hebben bezocht.</div>
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Ik hoop nog de overlijdensakte van tante Regina te kunnen vinden, of gelijk welk document met betrekking tot haar scheiding in 1924 of met betrekking tot haar tweede huwelijk in 1926. Het immigratiedossier van John Deckers heeft me zeker geholpen om de lege ruimte in te vullen tussen de datum van haar eerste huwelijk in 1909 en de laatste tien jaren van haar leven...</div>
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Ewanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-47527681453292400042017-12-28T16:04:00.001-08:002017-12-29T13:17:07.878-08:00When worlds entwine - Grandfather Henri and Grandpa Ludy<br />
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<span style="color: black;">For a very long time I have been playing with the idea of simultaneously posting an article in my two genealogy blogs. I mean related articles, that are kind of a mirror from each other from different worlds. It has taken me a long time though, to figure out which persons these mirror articles should be revolving around. I do recall I mentioned before I would be posting a blog article relating to my paternal grandfather Ludy Van Minnebruggen. While I have already posted about certain aspects of the life of my maternal grandfather, Henri Brusten, I still feel there's more to say about him and that's why I decided it should be my two late grandfathers that I would be including in my two mirror posts.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">This post relates to grandfather Henri Brusten, while the mirror post relating to grandpa Ludy can be reached by clicking <a href="https://myfamilyinhistory.blogspot.be/2017/12/when-worlds-entwine-grandpa-ludy-and.html" target="_blank">this link</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grandfather Henri was born on April 17, 1926 in Antwerp, Belgium to <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/marcel-julia.html" target="_blank">Julia Verelst and Marcel Brusten</a>. His older sister, Jean, was almost two years old then.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">As already explained in <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2017/01/refugees-bombs-and-prisoner-camps.html" target="_blank">a previous blog post</a>, grandfather Henri was working in the Erla factory at the moment the allied bombings over Mortsel took place. He was just sixteen years old on that tragic day and had just returned to work two weeks earlier after a one month sick leave as he suffered from a lumbago. While I previously mentioned how he got severely wounded, my uncle Willem provided me with some further details through the comments section in that blog post, which information I would like to include here:"<i>A piece of phosphor from the phosphor bombs that were dropped, had fallen on his arm and had burned right through it. On the top side of his arm this resulted in a rather small hole, however, on the bottom side the wound was as big as a fist. The doctors were of the opinion that his arm could not be saved and wanted to amputate, however, there was one surgeon who was willing to take the chance and invest the time to operate. He was able to repair most of the damage. Tissue and muscles could be mostly repaired, however nerves couldn't and, as a result, grandfather Henri lost feeling in the fingers of that arm</i>".</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grandfather Henri's war was a very long one and it left emotional scars that never healed. In 2010, my late aunt Anne-Mie Brusten, wrote a little bit about this in one of her blogs: "<i>My father told my son about his deportation. How he survived in that camp. How little he still valued his life. How he risked his life for a package of cigarettes or some more food and volunteered to clear unexploded mines (...). He was about 17 years old at that time and assumed that he wasn't going to live much longer</i>". Eventually, grandfather was freed by Canadian soldiers, at the very end of the war, in May 1945.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Also the terror of the V-bombs is something grandfather Henri and his family had experienced from closeby, since the house of his grandfather, Henri Verelst, who was my great-great grandfather, was heavily damaged on December 20, 1944 due to a V1-bomb. The explosion resulted in twelve fatalities and twenty eight people wounded. The paperwork from the National Relief Fund was clear: "<i>household goods destroyed 100%</i>." Because of that, great-great-grandfather had to move in with his daughter and son-in-law, my great-grandparents Julia Verelst and Marcel Brusten, and their two children. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">My late great-aunt Jean told me years ago that also Henri's uncle, Jef Verelst, and uncle Jef's wife actually both died when the building they were in, got hit by a V-bomb. I remember aunt Jean saying that while great-grand uncle Jef was still alive for a very short while after the blast, his wife died immediately in the explosion, due to a fatal head wound. Jef was covered with debris and, as I understood, died before the debris could be removed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It wasn't until after the war that grandfather fulfilled his military service. He married my grandmother Hilda Sterckx on March 22, 1949. They got eight children together, five daughters and three sons. The below picture was taken on the wedding day of Henri Brusten and Hilda Sterckx (they are seated on the left). Great-grandmother Anna Hennebicq is standing behind her daughter Hilda and next to her is great-aunt Jean Brusten. Seated on the right are Henri's parents Marcel Brusten and Julia Verelst.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grandfather Henri was very interested in different kinds of art. He and grandmother Hilda used to dance ballroom for a while. Grandfather became a painter for a living and used to restore old facade paintings, but he also made paintings on canvas in his free time. The walls in the hallway in his house he had entirely decorated with the marble motives he painted on there. He was really talented. He could also enjoy music. One of his favourite music pieces was the impressive "Ouverture 1812" by Russian composer Tchaikovsky.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Only on very few occasions have I ever seen my two grandfathers together. To me, it felt then as if two different worlds came together. Grandfather Henri often seemed so quiet, while grandpa Ludy was usually quite talkative. Only after they both passed away, did I learn about the points in time, where their worlds had been entwined, long before my parents got married, in a horrible time, when bombs came down like rain. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Sitting here, writing all this down, I do remember particularly, the same things about the both of them now. How they would joke and smile. And enjoy small things in life, like a glass of beer or a beautiful song. And each time that little spark of joy would light up in their eyes. Looking satisfied and amused.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Gedurende enige tijd speel ik met de gedachte om gelijktijdig een bericht in mijn twee stamboomblogs te publiceren. Ik bedoel gerelateerde berichten die een soort van spiegelbeeld zijn van elkander uit verschillende werelden. Het heeft lang geduurd voor ik beslist had over welke personen deze spiegelberichten zouden kunnen gaan. Ik herinner me dat ik eerder heb gezegd dat ik nog een blogbericht zou schrijven over mijn grootvader aan vaders kant, Ludy Van Minnebruggen. Hoewel ik reeds over bepaalde aspecten uit het leven van mijn andere grootvader, Henri Brusten, heb geschreven, heb ik nog het gevoel dat ik nog meer te vertellen heb en daarom heb ik beslist dat mijn twee grootvaders de personen zouden moeten zijn waarover ik in deze spiegelberichten schrijf.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Dit blogbericht gaat over grootvader Henri Brusten, terwijl het andere bericht over grootvader Ludy kan worden bereikt door op <a href="https://myfamilyinhistory.blogspot.be/2017/12/when-worlds-entwine-grandpa-ludy-and.html" target="_blank">deze link</a> te klikken.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grootvader Henri werd geboren 17 april 1926 in Antwerpen als zoon van <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/marcel-julia.html" target="_blank">Julia Verelst en Marcel Brusten</a>. zijn oudere zus, Jean, was bijna twee jaar oud toen.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Zoals reeds uitgelegd in <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2017/01/refugees-bombs-and-prisoner-camps.html" target="_blank">een vorig blogbericht</a>, werkte grootvader Henri in de Erla fabriek op het ogenblik van het geallieerd bombardement boven Mortsel. Hij was slechts zestien jaar oud op die tragische dag en was net twee weken terug aan de slag na een ziekteverlof van een maand ten gevolge van een lumbago. Terwijl ik reeds voorheen vermeldde dat hij ernstig gewond geraakte, heeft mijn nonkel Willem bijkomende informatie gegeven, die ik hier graag ook wil opnemen: "<i>Hij had een stukje fosfor van de fosforbommen die gedropt werden, op zijn arm gekregen en dat was doorheen zijn arm gebrand. Dat maakt dat aan de bovenkant van zijn arm er slecht een klein gaatje was, maar aan de onderkant was de wonde zo groot dat er en vuist in paste. De dokters in het hospitaal waren van mening dat zijn arm niet te redden was en wilden amputeren. Er was echter één chirurg die toch het risico en de tijd wilde nemen en die heeft de arm voor een groot deel kunnen herstellen. Weefsel en spieren konden voor een groot deel hersteld worden, de zenuwen echter niet. Als gevolg hiervan had Henri de rest van zijn leven zo goed als géén gevoel in de vingers van die arm</i>". </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">De oorlog van Grootvader Henri was een erg lange oorlog en liet emotionele littekens na die nooit heelden. In 2010 schreef mijn tante Anne-Mie Brusten, hier nog iets over in haar blog: "<i>Nu vertelde m'n vader aan m'n zoon over z'n deportatie. Over hoe hij overleefde in dat kamp. Hoe weinig z'n leven nog waarde had, voor hem. Hoe hij voor een pakje sigaretten, of wat meer eten, z'n leven waagde en zich opgaf om bommen te ontmijnen (...). Hij was toen een jaar of 17 en ging ervan uit dat hij niet lang meer te leven had</i>". Grootvader werd uiteindelijk door Canadese soldaten bevrijd, helemaal aan het einde van de oorlog, in mei 1945.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Ook de terreur van de V-bommen is iets dat Grootvader Henri en zijn familie van dichtbij hebben meegemaakt, aangzien het huis van zijn grootvader, Henri Verelst, die mijn over-overgrootvader was, op 20 december 1944 zwaar beschadigd geraakt door de inslag van een V1-bom. De explosie resulteerde in twaalf dodelijke slachtoffers en zesentwintig gewonden. De papieren van het Nationaal Steunfonds waren duidelijk: "<i>huisraad vernield 100%</i>". Daarom moest over-overgrootvader intrekken bij zijn dochter en schoonzoon, Julia Verelst en Marcel Brusten, en hun twee kinderen. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mijn inmiddels overleden groottante, Jean Brusten, vertelde me jaren geleden dat ook hun nonkel, Jef Verelst, en diens echtgenote, beiden stierven ten gevolge van een V-bom die insloeg op het gebouw waarin zij zich bevonden. Ik herinner me dat tante Jean vertelde dat overgrootnonkel Jef nog kortstondig leefde na de explosie, terwijl zijn vrouw op slag dood was door een fatale hoofdwond. Jef lag bedolven onder puin en, zoals ik het heb begrepen, overleed nog voor dat puin volledig kon worden verwijderd om hem te bevrijden.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grootvader Henri vervulde pas na de oorlog zijn militaire dienstplicht. Hij huwde met mijn grootmoeder Hilda Sterckx op 22 maart 1949. Ze kregen samen acht kinderen: vijf dochters en drie zonen. De onderstaande foto werd genomen op de trouwdag van grootvader <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; display: inline !important; float: none; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Henri Brusten en grootmoeder Hilda Sterckx (zij zitten links). Overgrootmoeder Anna Hennebicq staat achter haar dochter Hilda en naast haar staat groottante Jean Brusten. Rechts zitten Henri's ouders Marcel Brusten en Julia Verelst.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Tijdens de oorlog werkten, Anna (de moeder van grootmoeder Hilda) en Jean (de zus van grootvader Henri) allebei in een ziekenhuis in Engeland en geraakten bevriend. Nadat ze beiden waren teruggekeerd naar België, vroeg Jean aan haar broer om bloemen te gaan afgeven aan Anna ter gelegenheid van haar verjaardag. Toen heeft grootvader Henri grootmoeder Hilda voor het eerst ontmoet...</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Grootvader Henri was erg geïnteresseerd in allerhande kunstvormen. Hij en grootmoeder Hilda dansten ballroom voor een tijd. Grootvader werd beroepsschilder en restaureerde bijvoorbeeld gevelschilderingen, maar hij maakte ook schilderijen op doek in zijn vrije tijd. De muren in de gang van zijn huis beschilderde hij met een marmermotief. Hij was erg getalenteerd. Ook kon hij genieten van muziek. Eén van zijn favoriete muziekstukken was de imposante "Ouverture 1812" van de Russische componist Tchaikovsky.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Slechts op enkele gelegenheden heb ik mijn beide grootvaders samen gezien. Voor mij voelde dat dan alsof twee verschillende werelden samenkwamen. Grootvader Ludy was gewoonlijk nogal spraakzaam, terwijl grootvader Henri altijd vrij stil was. Pas nadat ze beiden waren overleden leerde ik over de ogenblikken in hun leven waarin hun levens waren vervlochten, lang voordat mijn ouders trouwden. In een verschrikkelijke tijd, wanneer bommen als regen uit de lucht vielen. </span></div>
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Ewanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-13776075387461831392017-10-13T15:20:00.001-07:002017-10-14T14:14:13.633-07:00Pabou "Napoo" and the Franco-Prussian War (1870)<br />
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A little while ago I found a very small article in the newspaper "Yorkshire Evening Post" of March 19, 1936. In fact this article was placed in the newspaper by my great-grand aunt Ann Crowther, one of the sisters of great-grandpa Marcel Brusten. After all the research I have been conducting on the entire Brusten family, aunt Ann is one of the few relatives I actually still know quite little about.</div>
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In her newspaper post, aunt Ann wanted to explain the meaning and origin of the word "Napoo". Aunt Ann wrote the following: "<i>My father, during the Franco-Prussian War of 1870, was in the Belgian Army and was stationed at Mons. According to his statement, the patois used by the Walloons round about Mons, make "il n'y a plus" meaning "there is no more" into "Nyapo", which the British Tommy would easily make into "Napoo". This is easily understood by anyone speaking French. (Mrs.) M. Crowther (nee Brusten), Leeds"</i></div>
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I found this small article interesting for a number of reasons, one of them obvioulsy being the etymological background of a word which I didn't even know existed in the English language. When I asked our cousin, Mark Burgess, if he could tell me what the word "napoo" means, he looked it up in English dictionaries and told me this word is seldom used or known nowadays. It has been most used between 1914 and 1970. It can be military slang for "to finish", "end" or "kill off". Cousin Mark also told me that, also according to dictionaries, the word "napoo" represents a pronunciation of the French phrase "il n'y en a plus" or "il n'y a plus", meaning "There is no more". So at least the explanation great-great-grandfather "Pabou" gave to explain the origin and meaning of the word "napoo" corresponds to what dictionaries have to say about it.</div>
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Actually, I also wasn't familiar with the word "patois" which again sounds more French than English. That word I looked up and it means "non-standard speech or language". In this case it would have meant the dialect of the Walloons living in the Mons region. Mons is a city in the Southern part of Belgium along the E19 highway from Brussels to Paris. Actually it's situated quite closely to the French border.</div>
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Probably the most interesting fact I learned from this little article is that great-great-grandpa Pabou was stationed at Mons during the Franco-Prussian War of 1870. In July 1870, France had declared war on the German Kingdom of Prussia and both countries started to mobilise their troops. Also Belgium mobilised its troops in fear of being invaded by either side and decided to set-up an Army of Observation of 55,000 men tasked with defending the national borders. Eventually neither France, nor Prussia attacked Belgium, probably because neither wanted to take the risk of violating the Treaty of London of 1839 in which the signatory powers, including the United Kingdom, comitted to guarding the neutrality of Belgium in the event of an invasion.</div>
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I will try to get my hands on the service record of Pabou, which will require a trip to Brussels. If I manage to find anything, no doubt you will read about it here!<br />
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Een tijdje geleden kwam ik een klein krantenartikeltje tegen in de "Yorkshire Evening Post" van 19 maart 1936. Het artikeltje werd in de krant geplaatst door mijn overgroottante Ann Crowther, één van de zussen van overgrootvader Marcel Brusten. Na al het onderzoek dat ik heb verricht naar de Brusten familie is tante Ann nog één van de weinige familieleden waar ik redelijk weinig informatie over heb.</div>
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In haar artikeltje legde tante Ann de betekenis en de oorsprong van het Engelse woord "Napoo" uit. Tante Ann schreef het volgende: "Tijdens de Frans-Pruisische oorlog van <i>1870, was mijn vader in het Belgisch leger en was hij gestationeerd te Bergen. Volgens zijn verklaring vormde het patois dat werd gebruikt door de Walen in de buurt van Bergen "il n'y a plus" wat betekent "er is geen meer" om tot "Nyapo", wat de Britse Tommy eenvoudig zou omvormen in "Napoo". Dit wordt zonder moeite verstaan door eenieder die Frans spreekt. (Mevr.) M. Crowther (geboren Brusten), Leeds"</i></div>
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Ik vond dit klein artikel interessant om verschillende redenen; de eerste zijnde vanzelfsprekend de etymologische achtergrond van een woord waarvan ik niet eens wist dat het bestond. Wanneer ik onze neef, Mark Burgess, vroeg of hij me kon vertellen wat het woord "napoo" betekent, zocht hij het op in Engelse woordenboeken en vertelde me dat dit woord tegenwoordig nog maar zelden wordt gebruikt of gekend is. Het werd vooral gebruikt tussen 1914 en 1970. Het kan een militaire uitdrukking zijn voor "afsluiten", "eindigen" of zelfs "doden". Neef Mark vertelde me ook dat, ook volgens woordenboeken, het woord "napoo" een uitspraak weergeeft van "il n'y en a plus" of "il n'y a plus", wat betekent "Er is geen meer". Alzo blijkt dat de uitleg die over-overgrootvader "Pabou" gaf aan de oorsprong en betekenis van het woord "napoo" tenminste overeenstemt met de verklaring die woordenboeken eraan geven.</div>
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In feite was ik ook niet vertrouwd met het woord "patois" dat opnieuw meer Frans klinkt dan Engels. Dat woord heb ik opgezocht en het betekent "niet-standaard spraak of taal". In dit geval werd het dialect bedoeld van de Walen die in de buurt van Bergen woonden. Bergen is een stad in het zuiden van België, gelegen langs de E19 autosnelweg van Brussel naar Parijs. In feite is deze stad redelijk dicht gelegen bij de Franse grens.</div>
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Het allicht meest interessante weetje uit dit kleine artikel is allicht het feit dat over-overgrootvader Pabou gestationeerd was te Bergen tijdens de Frans-Pruisische oorlog van 1870. In juli 1870 had Frankrijk de oorlog verklaard aan het Duitse Koninkrijk van Pruisen en beiden landen begonnen met het mobiliseren van hun troepen. Ook België mobiliseerde het leger uit angst voor een invasie door één van beide buurlanden en richtte een waarnemingsleger in van 55.000 mannen die gelast waren met het bewaken van de landsgrenzen. Uiteindelijk viel noch Frankrijk, noch Pruisen België aan, waarschijnlijk omdat geen van beiden het risico wou nemen van de schending van het Verdrag van Londen van 1839 waarin de verdragsstaten, inclusief het Verenigd Koninkrijk, zich ertoe verbonden de neutraliteit van België te zullen bewaken in het geval van een invasie.</div>
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Today being a day of Brusten family members coming together, this seemed like the appropriate occasion to include a little article that was published in May 1947 in the English newspaper Yorkshire Evening Post. The article refers to great-grand uncle Jean Hypolite Brusten and his family. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>The Brustens live in the Antwerp</i></span></div>
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I am not entirely sure, but I guess the 10th South-West Leeds Troop was a Scouts Group. While I wasn't able to find a place called Silveroyd, I did come across a neighbourhood to the southwest of Leeds called Silver Royd. Presumably that is where the reunion was organized.</div>
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Aangezien vandaag een dag was waarop Brusten familieleden samen kwamen voor een reunie, leek dit een uitgelezen ogenblik om een klein artikel te vermelden dat in mei 1947 werd gepubliceerd in de Engelse krant de Yorkshire Evening Post. Dit artikel verwees naar overgrootnonkel Jean Hypolite Brusten en zijn gezin. </div>
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I'm really happy that a family member, Martine Brusten, has sent me some gorgeous pictures of her grandparents, Lambert Brusten and Alda Maesen, and her parents, Harry Brusten and Maria Devos. </div>
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Lambert was already briefly mentioned in this blog in 2009; that message you can find <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2009/02/lambertus-brusten.html" target="_blank">here</a>. Lambert was a first cousin of my great-grandfather, <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/marcel-julia.html" target="_blank">Marcel Brusten</a>.</div>
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Lambert was first married to Gertrudis Rouwet. If I understood correctly, they had three sons together: <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2009/02/jan-brusten.html" target="_blank">Jan</a>, Mathieu (Thieu) and <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/07/priest-jozef-brusten.html" target="_blank">Jozef</a> (Jef).</div>
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From the second marriage of Lambert Brusten with Alda Maesen a fourth son, Harry Brusten, was born in 1924 in the village of Bree. A very beautiful family portrait of the family of Lambert is shown hereafter.</div>
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Tot mijn grote genoegen heeft een familielid, Martine Brusten, mij enkele prachtige foto's toegezonden van haar grootouders, Lambert Brusten en Alda Maesen, en haar ouders, Harry Brusten en Maria Devos. </div>
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Lambert werd in 2009 al eens vermeld in deze blog; dat bericht kan je <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2009/02/lambertus-brusten.html" target="_blank">hier </a>terugvinden. Lambert was een neef van mijn overgrootvader, <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/marcel-julia.html" target="_blank">Marcel Brusten</a>.</div>
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Lambert was aanvankelijk gehuwd met Gertrudis Rouwet. Als ik het goed heb begrepen kregen zij samen drie zonen: <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2009/02/jan-brusten.html" target="_blank">Jan</a>, Mathieu (Thieu) en <a href="https://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/07/priest-jozef-brusten.html" target="_blank">Jozef</a> (Jef).</div>
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Uit het tweede huwelijk van Lambert Brusten met Alda Maesen werd nog een vierde zoon, Harry Brusten, geboren in 1924 te Bree. Een prachtig familieportret van het gezin van Lambert wordt hierna weergegeven.</div>
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I came across this picture of great-grand aunt Helena Brusten reading a newspaper. I'm not sure who the lady on the right is. It might have been a friend or maybe her sister-in-law. I would really like to know when this picture was taken. It looks like they were sitting on the beach and it must have been quite warm outside looking at their clothes...</div>
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I have tested the capabilities of my scanner by scanning the newspaper in the picture at a very high resolution and then enhancing the image with image processing software. Part of the main title is really clear now "backs the labour government". Other than that it's really difficult to read anything but the name of this British newspaper "Daily Herald". The Daily Herald was published on a daily basis from 1912 to 1964.</div>
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So, based on all of the above, my best guess is that this picture was probably taken in a spring or summer month, somewhere in the 1950's or the early 1960's.</div>
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Ik kwam deze foto tegen van overgroottante Helena Brusten die een krant leest. Ik weet niet wie de dame rechts is. Het kan een vriendin zijn geweest, of misschien wel haar schoonzus. Ik zou erg graag willen weten wanneer deze foto werd getrokken. Ze zaten blijkbaar op het strand en, afgaand op de kledij, moet het redelijk warm zijn geweest...</div>
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Ik heb de mogelijkheden van mijn scanner eens getest door de krant op zeer hoge resolutie in te scannen en dan het beeld te verbeteren met software. Een gedeelte van de hoofdtitel is erg duidelijk nu "backs the labour government". Verder is het zeer moeilijk om nog iets te kunnen lezen, behalve de naam van de Britse krant "Daily Herald". De Daily Herald werd dagelijks gedrukt van 1912 tot 1964.</div>
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Verder toont de voorpagina een plaat met een groot cijfer 45. Ik veronderstel dat het een 45 toeren per minuut plaat was. Terwijl 45 rpm platen voor het eerst werden geïntroduceerd op het einde van de jaren 1940, werden ze pas echt populair in de jaren '50. Deze foto werd daarom waarschijnlijk genomen na WOII.</div>
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Tenslotte kan ik op de voorpagina enkel nog een luchtschip of zeppelin ontwaren en in de rechter benedenhoek een vintage uitziende advertentie voor, ik denk, een wasmachine met een merknaam die schijnt te eindigen op "MASTER". Ik zal nog eens kijken of ik in het Britse Merkenregister nog enige aanknopingspunten kan vinden.</div>
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After writing three blog posts relating to my search for information on great-grand <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.ch/2016/02/tracking-down-aunt-regina.html" target="_blank">aunt Regina</a>, I didn't think I would have any new finds any time soon. Of course, while doing genealogy research, there might always be a surprise just around the corner. I sure was happy when I came across a 1909 wedding announcement relating to the upcoming marriage between aunt Regina and a man named Petrus Johannes Deckers. For a second this had me confused, because all my records and the family stories say that aunt Regina was married to uncle Angelo Andreoli and moved with him to Massachusetts.<br />
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Then I remembered that, about ten years ago, cousin Josee Tyerman, who lived in the United Kingdom, had told me over the phone that aunt Regina had first been briefly married a man with Dutch roots, but she didn't remember his name. This marriage didn't last and aunt Regina remarried with uncle Angelo.<br />
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I need to do some further research and am waiting for more records to become publicly available, however, I did learn already that aunt Regina was a hairdresser in 1909, while her future husband, Petrus, was a baker living in the Belgian city of Antwerp. I don't know the reason for their divorce or how long exactly the marriage lasted. I do know that, twelve years after her first marriage, aunt Regina emigrated with her second husband to the United States in 1921, so that was only a few years after the Great War had ended. <br />
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I mentioned in a previous blog post that Aunt Regina and Uncle Angelo were living in a brick house close to the harbour. I did a little bit more research on their Boston residence and neighbourhood. Their house in East 5th Street was owned by a man named Daniel Marotta. While uncle Angelo was born in northern Italy, he and aunt Regina didn't end up in the most Italian part of Boston, which was North Boston. In fact they lived in South Boston in a mainly Irish neighbourhood.</div>
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Nadat ik reeds drie blogberichten heb geschreven betreffende mijn zoektocht naar informatie over <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.ch/2016/02/tracking-down-aunt-regina.html" target="_blank">overgroottante Regina</a>, dacht ik niet gauw op nieuwe vondsten te zullen stoten. Natuurlijk, tijdens stamboomonderzoek, kan er altijd een verrassing om de hoek liggen. Ik was in elk geval blij wanneer ik op een huwelijksaankondiging stootte van 1909 betreffende het nakende huwelijk tussen Regina en een man die Petrus Johannes Deckers heette. Dit bracht me wel even in de war want alle documenten en familieverhalen tot nu toe toonden aan dat tante Regina was gehuwd met nonkel Angelo Andreoli en met hem naar Massachusetts in de Verenigde Staten was verhuisd.<br />
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De tram reed door East Fourth Street, dus het vergde slechts een korte wandeling om daar te geraken. Een kruidenierszaak met paardenkarren voor thuislevering bevond zich in East Fifth Street zelf. Vandaag bestaan ook nog de imposante gebouwen van het South Boston Power House van de Edison Electric Illuminating Company, vlak naast het water van de haven en op ongeveer vijf minuten stappen van waar tante Regina woonde.</div>
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Waarschijnlijk brachten tante Regina en nonkel Angelo tijd door op het nabijgelegen City Point Beach en gingen ze kijken naar Castle Island. Ik kan slechts raden wat ze allemaal hebben gezien of hebben gedaan gedurende de jaren die ze in Boston woonden. Het moet toen echter ook al een levendige stad zijn geweest. Ik geloof echt dat ze moeten hebben genoten van hun tijd in Boston, voor ze verder trokken naar Worcester...</div>
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For many years I have been facing what in genealogy is often called a brick wall. Basically it defines the point were a genealogist is stuck with their research about a family member. My brick wall has been Jan Jacobus Brusten, my 5 times great-grandfather who was baptized about 1738 in Körrenzig, a village in present day Germany. <br />
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In the 1805 death register of the village of Eksel is written that Jan Jacobus was born in Körrenzig and was the son of another Jan Jacobus Brusten (in French: Jean Jacques Brusten) and of Maria Helena Ariëns. Also according to the death record, both of Jan's parents died in Körrenzig. <br />
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In an attempt to finally break this brick wall, I started looking at any person I could find with the Brusten last name that lived in the village of Körrenzig in the early 18th century.</div>
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Eventually I found the following two families: </div>
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1) Gerardi Brusten and Elisabeth Grunter who had at least four children:</div>
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- Joannes Henricus Brusten</div>
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- Johanna Margaretha Brusten</div>
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2) Wilhelm Brusten and Maria Rommerskirchen who had at least five children:</div>
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- Jacobus Brusten</div>
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- Anna Catharina Brusten</div>
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- Maria Brigida Brusten</div>
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- Joannes Mattheus Brusten</div>
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- Joannes Jacobus Brusten</div>
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Doing some further research, I learned that in fact Gerardi and Wilhelm were brothers. Their parents were Joannes Brausten and Helena Reinartz. Interesting fact is that Joannes' last name is spelled differently in different registers. The spelling variations I came across are Prausten, Brausten, Brosten and Brusten.</div>
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Joannes and Helena got married in 1738 in nearby Erkelenz in the Duchy of Jülich. Apparently they had at least six children:</div>
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- Jan Jacobus Brausten</div>
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- Anna Maria Brausten</div>
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- Mathias Brausten</div>
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- Joannes Wilhelmus Brausten (this is Wilhelm Brusten mentioned before)</div>
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- Joannes Gerard Brausten (this is Gerardi Brusten mentioned before)</div>
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Apparently, the oldest child, Jan Jacobus Brausten, was born in 1738 in Körrenzig. Since this is the only match I was able to find, I really think this must be the same person as my 5 times great-grandfather Jan Jacobus Brusten. One question I do have is why the name of Maria Helena Ariëns (mentioned on the 1805 death record) doesn't match with the name of Helena Reinartz. Currently I do not have an explanation for this apparent mismatch.</div>
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As for his father, Joannes Brausten, I learned that he was born in 1707 in Erkelenz to Severinus Brausten and Catharina Ollers. In 1707, the city of Erkelenz was still part of the Spanish Netherlands as it belonged to the Upper Guelders. Severinus and Catharina had married in Erkelenz in 1697.<br />
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To visualize the migration of the Brusten family I created the above map starting from Erkelenz and Körrenzig in the late 17th and early 18th century, in a first movement to the cities of Eksel, Bree, Wijchmaal and Peer in the second half of the 18th century. Next, in the late 19th century and the early 20th century, the pattern splits in three: a first branch in Antwerp, a second branch in Louvain and a third branch in the Liege region.</div>
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Gedurende verscheidene jaren kijk ik reeds aan tegen wat in stambookundige kringen een bakstenen muur wordt genoemd. Zulke muur duidt op het punt waar een genealoog vast zit in zijn onderzoek naar een familielid. Mijn bakstenen muur is reeds lang Jan Jacobus Brusten, mijn 5 keer overgrootvader die werd gedoopt rond 1738 in Körrenzig, een dorp in het huidige Duitsland. <br />
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In de overlijdensregisters van 1805 van het dorp Eksel is geschreven dat Jan Jacobus werd geboren in Körrenzig en dat hij de zoon was van een andere Jan Jacobus Brusten (in het Frans: Jean Jacques Brusten) en van Maria Helena Ariëns. Ook nog volgens zijn overlijdensakte overleden zijn beide ouders in Körrenzig. <br />
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In een poging om uiteindelijk deze bakstenen muur te doorbreken, ben ik eens gaan kijken welke personen met de Brusten familienaam ik makkelijk kon vinden in Körrenzig gedurende de 18de eeuw.</div>
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Uiteindelijk vond ik de volgende twee families: </div>
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1) Gerardi Brusten en Elisabeth Grunter die minstens vier kinderen hadden:</div>
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2) Wilhelm Brusten en Maria Rommerskirchen die minstens vijf kinderen hadden:</div>
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- Joannes Jacobus Brusten</div>
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Uit verder onderzoek is gebleken dat Gerardi en Wilhelm in feite broers waren. Hun ouders waren Joannes Brausten en Helena Reinartz. Het is interessant om te zien dat de familienaam van Joannes anders werd gespeld in verschillende registers. De spellingsvariaties die ik ben tegengekomen zijn Prausten, Brausten, Brosten en Brusten.</div>
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Joannes en Helena huwden in 1738 in het nabijgelegen Erkelenz in het Hertogdom Gulik. Blijkbaar hadden ze eigenlijk minstens zes kinderen:</div>
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Het oudste kind, Jan Jacobus Brausten, werd geboren in 1738 in Körrenzig. Aangezien dit de enige mogelijke match is die ik heb kunnen vinden, ben ik er vrij zeker van dat dit dezelfde persoon is als mijn 5 keer overgrootvader Jan Jacobus Brusten. Ik vraag me wel af waarom de naam van Maria Helena Ariëns (zoals vermeld in het voornoemde overlijdensregister van 1805) niet overeenstemt met de naam van Helena Reinartz. Op het ogenblik heb ik daarvoor nog geen verklaring.</div>
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Wat de vader betreft, Joannes Brausten, heb ik ontdekt dat deze werd geboren in 1707 in Erkelenz. Zijn ouders waren Severinus Brausten en Catharina Ollers. In 1707 maakte de stad Erkelenz nog deel uit van de Spaanse Nederlanden aangezien Erkelenz nog deel uitmaakte van het kwartier Opper-Gelre van het Hertogdom Gelre. Severinus en Catharina huwden in Erkelenz in 1697.<br />
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Teneinde de migratie van de Brusten familie te visualiseren heb ik de bovenstaande map gemaakt, vertrekkende van Erkelenz en Körrenzig in de late 17de eeuw en de vroege 18de eeuw, in een eerste beweging naar de dorpen Eksel, Bree, Wijchmaal en Peer in de tweede helft van de 18de eeuw. Vervolgens, in de tweede helft van de 19de eeuw en het begin van de 20ste eeuw, splitste het patroon zich in drie: een eerste tak in Antwerpen, een tweede tak in Leuven en een derde tak in de regio van Luik.<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
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A little while ago I was able to look at some documents at the city archives of Antwerp. Some of the documents related to the burial plot of my great-grand aunt <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/great-grand-aunt-marieke-brusten.html" target="_blank">Marieke Brusten</a> and her second husband, Adolphe Stellfeld. </div>
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I decided to go over to the cemetery at the Antwerp district of Deurne to have a look at their grave. As I was looking at the grave, which is still in pretty good condition, a black cat came running over to me, curious to see what I was doing there. The tomb is made of Belgian blue stone and bears a cross adorned with some flowers. In front of the tomb is a big flower pot that only held some grass and moss.</div>
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As I was planting some flowers in the pot, that cat was watching my every move from up close. It was running around my legs, then it stood on the side of the flower pot, next it sat down on the tomb and then again it came over and stood on my foot...</div>
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As I removed some dead wood that had fallen all around the grave probably due to some heavy winds last week, the cat started jumping after the branches trying to catch them as I was dragging them away from the tomb.</div>
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My new friend walked alongside me all the way to the exit of the cemetery. Only as I walked through the exit gate, it decided to sit down and watch me leave.<br />
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Aunt Marieke's husband, Adolphe Stellfeld, was a lawyer of German descent. His parents and his brother are burried at the same cemetery, but much coser to the church. His brother, Jean August Stellfeld, was a judge and a collector of antique musical instruments and musical scores. He lived in a huge house in Antwerp.</div>
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After Jean August Stellfeld died, his collection of musical instruments and scores was sold to the University of Michigan. The University of Michigan currently still owns the Stellfeld collection.</div>
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Adolphe and Jean actually had three more siblings: two sisters named Maria and Victoria, and another brother called Fredericus. While their parents were born in Belgium, their grandfather Christianus had been born in the Duchy of Brunswick in the 1820's. At that time, Brunswick was one of the states of the German Confederation.</div>
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In Belgium, the Stellfeld family owned a store in which they sold fur coats. I guess business was going quite well as they made enough money to have at least two of their sons go to university and get a law degree.<br />
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Adolphe was burried in september 1949. His first wife, aunt Marieke had died nineteen years before that, in 1930. Uncle Adolphe did get married again after aunt Marieke died to a woman named Marguerite Verspreeuwen. Marguerite died only a few months after Adolphe and was burried in the same grave as Adolphe and Marieke.<br />
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Een tijdje geleden had ik de kans om enkele documenten in te kijken in het stadsarchief van de stad Antwerpen betreffende het plot van het graf van overgroottante <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/10/great-grand-aunt-marieke-brusten.html" target="_blank">Marieke Brusten</a> en haar tweede echtgenoot, Adolphe Stellfeld. </div>
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Ik besliste om naar de begraafplaats te gaan in het Antwerpse district Deurne om een kijkje te nemen naar dit graf. Terwijl ik naar het graf stond te kijken, dat zich overigens nog in vrij goede toestand bevindt, kwam er een zwarte kat aangelopen, nieuwsgierig om te zien wat ik daar kwam doen. De tombe is vervaardigd uit arduin en draagt een kruis versierd met bloemen. Voor de tombe staat een grote bloempot waarin enkel wat gras en mos zat.</div>
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Adolphe en Jean hadden in feite nog twee zussen Maria en Victoria, en ook nog een broer Fredericus. Terwijl hun ouders waren geboren in België, was hun grootvader Christianus Stellfeld in de jaren 1820 geboren in het Hertogdom Brunswijk. Toen was Brunswijk een staat van de Duitse Confederatie.</div>
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Of all of the relatives I have been researching, probably I have been spending most time on my great grand aunt Alice Brusten, the opera singer. Reason I spent so much time on collecting every bit of information I could get my hands on is because my dear late aunt Annemie had asked me if I could help her find out more about aunt Alice.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Vorige week besloot ik op de begraafplaats van Berchem op zoek te gaan naar het graf van een verre aanverwant. Ik was zeker verrast door de grootte van deze begraafplaats en het vergde heel wat tijd alvorens ik het graf had gevonden waar ik naar op zoek was. Over dat familielid zal ik misschien later nog een bericht schrijven in mijn andere blog. Intussen had ik toch graag al een ontdekking gedeeld die ik deed terwijl ik rondliep tussen de vele oude graftomben op de Berchemse begraafplaats.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Van alle familieleden waar ik onderzoek naar heb gedaan, heb ik waarschijnlijk het meeste tijd besteed aan mijn overgroottante Alice Brusten, de opera zangeres. De reden dat ik zo veel tijd heb gespendeerd om zoveel mogelijk over haar te weten te komen is omdat mijn tante Annemie me destijds had gevraagd of ik haar kon helpen om meer informatie te vinden over tante Alice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">De voorbije weken heb ik dan weer aardig wat tijd gespendeerd om meer te weten te komen over de echtgenoot van tante Alice, nonkel Maurice Van Bladel, omdat een student journalistiek me had gecontacteerd en vragen had gesteld in verband met nonkel Maurice omdat hij een werkstuk was aan het voorbereiden over de vergeten olympische medaillewinnaars in de kunstdisciplines.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Terwijl ik door de begraafplaats stapte, stopte ik plots omdat ik een grote grafsteen zag van een familie Van Bladel. Het kostte me enige moeite om de namen te lezen op de grafsteen, maar daar waren ze... De namen van mijn overgroottante Alice en haar man, nonkel Maurice!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ik moest me letterlijk vasthouden aan de graftombe om te verhinderen dat ik neerviel. Ik kan je zeggen, als je zo veel leert over die lang vergeten familieleden begin je er echt om te geven. Ik betreurde onmiddellijk dat ik dat graf niet had gevonden wanneer mijn tante nog leefde, zodat ik haar erover kon vertellen</span><span style="font-size: small; text-align: center;">... Ik werd er even emotioneel van , maar wanneer ik weg stapte van de begraafplaats glimlachte ik. Me afvragend hoe dat net was gebeurd...</span></div>
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During World War II it appears to have been more difficult to find a country to travel to, in an attempt to escape the horrors that were ongoing in the homeland. The majority of my relatives stayed in Belgium during WWII, despite the horrible conditions they endured. By way of illustration of the hardships, I included hereafter an account of what happened to some relatives during the War...</div>
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It was last week that I came across a document from 1943 relating to my great grandfather, Marcel Brusten, and being directed to the National Relief Fund. Great-grandpa made leather soccer balls for a living and was barely making any money during the war. On top of that he had been struggling with his health for months and only received a small allowance during his illness. His wife, my great-grandmother Julia, did not have any income and my 18-year old great-aunt Jean only earned a little bit of money at Bell Telephone Company and so the family relied heavily on the income of my grandfather Henri.</div>
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On April 5, 1943, the American Air Force dropped hundreds of bombs on the village of Mortsel, in an attempt to destroy the Erla factory. The outcome was absolutely devastating. Well over 900 citizens died, including more than 200 children as several bombs were dropped on schools. Some bombs did fall on the Erla factory, while my 16-year old grandfather was working there.</div>
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As I was looking through names of prisoners who died in the Dachau concentration camp near Munich, I did come across the name of a German man called Wilhelm Brusten. Wilhelm came from the village of Stetternich, which is only a few miles from Körrenzig, which is where I've been able to trace my oldest known Brusten relatives to. Since the Brusten last name is very rare and bearing in mind the great proximity of these villages, I'm sure there must be a family relationship between Wilhelm Brusten and the Belgian branch of the Brusten family. For him being a German citizen, I don't know what had happened for Wilhelm to end up as a forced laborer in a concentration camp.</div>
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Tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog was het blijkbaar veel moeilijker om naar het buitenland te vluchten teneinde de gruwel thuis te ontlopen. De meerderheid van mijn familieleden bleef tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog in België, ondanks de verschrikkelijke omstandigheden die ze moesten doorstaan. Ter illustratie van die moeilijke tijd, geef ik hierna een schets van wat er met enkele familieleden gebeurde tijdens de oorlog...</div>
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Hippolyte was born in July 1898 in the village of Bree in Belgium. He went to school up until when he was 16 years old and the Great War started. While the family initially moved to the United Kingdom, I know that uncle Hippolyte voluntarily <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2015/04/the-army-during-wwi-1914-1918.html" target="_blank">served in the Belgian army during the Great War</a>. He served from early 1916 untill after the War, in 1919.</div>
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As the war was still ongoing, uncle Hippolyte married Mary Barlow in July 1918. Aunt Mary was a native from Leeds in the United Kingdom. Eventually the couple had three sons and two daughters, however, sadly the youngest daughter, Josephine, died at a very young age.</div>
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After the Great War, uncle Hippolyte started working for the city of Antwerp, where he was first a driver but eventually held several positions. The below picture shows uncle Hippolyte at the time when he was the driver to the ambassador of the United States in Belgium.</div>
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Only this week I discovered that uncle Hippolyte did not only serve during the Great War, but that he was also a member of the armed resistance in Belgium, during the Second World War. In fact he was a member of the NKB, the same resistance group as the one his son, <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/11/frederick-charles-brusten.html" target="_blank">Freddy</a>, was also active in.</div>
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While the facts that Hippolyte voluntarily joined the Belgian Army during the Great War and that he was active in The Underground during WWII already say a lot about his character, I do wish to add yet another event in which uncle Hippolyte chose to take on a courageous role... </div>
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In the summer of 1949, a few weeks after his 51st birthday, uncle Hippolyte was in the small village of Lillo just to the north of the city of Antwerp, along the shore of the Scheldt river. A group of amateur shrimp fishermen was on the pier stretching out over the Scheldt pulling their nets out of the water. A twelve year old boy, who was also on the pier, was leaning over the edge of the pier trying to look at the nets coming out of the water and lost his balance, resulting in the little lad falling into the river. As the little boy was just about to dissapear, Uncle Hippolyte threw himself into the river, still wearing all of his clothes, and, only with great efforts, managed to pull the boy safely to the river bank. As they reached the bank, a crowd was cheering...</div>
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Uncle Hippolyte eventually died in January 1980. His wife, aunt Mary, had died only two months before him. </div>
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Hoewel er al enkele blogberichten zijn gewijd aan overgrootnonkel Jean Hippolyte, had ik toch nog graag wat verdere informatie over deze bijzondere man gedeeld. </div>
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Hippolyte werd geboren in juli 1898 in het Belgische dorp Bree. Hij ging tot zijn 16 jaar naar school, wanneer de Grote Oorlog startte. Terwijl de familie aanvankelijk naar het Verenigd Koninkrijk vluchtte weet ik dat nonkel Hippolyte vrijwillig <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2015/04/the-army-during-wwi-1914-1918.html" target="_blank">diende in het Belgisch Leger tijdens de Grote Oorlog</a>. Hij was bij de strijdkrachten van begin 1916 tot na de Oorlog, in 1919.</div>
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Nog terwijl de oorlog bezig was, huwde nonkel Hippolyte met Mary Barlow in juli 1918. Tante Mary was afkomstig van Leeds in het Verenigd Koninkrijk. Uiteindelijk kreeg het koppel drie zonen en twee dochters, doch, de jongste dochter, Josephine, overleed spijtig genoeg vroegtijdig.</div>
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Na de Grote Oorlog ging nonkel Hippolyte werken bij de stad Antwerpen waar hij eerst chauffeur was, maar waar hij uiteindelijk verschillende functies heeft uitgeoefend. In de onderstaande foto was Hippolyte chauffeur voor de ambassadeur van de Verenigde Staten van Amerika in België.</div>
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In de zomer van 1949, enkele weken na zijn 51ste verjaardag, was nonkel Hippolyte in het dorp Lillo, net ten noorden van de stad Antwerpen, aan de oever van de Schelde. Een groep amateur garnaalvissers stond op het ponton dat zich over de rivier uitstrekte de netten op te halen terwijl een twaalfjarige jongen die het spektakel stond te aanschouwen op het ponton zijn evenwicht verloor en onfortuinlijk in de rivier viel. Net wanneer de kleine knaap met de stroming dreigde te verdwijnen wierp nonkel Hippolyte zichzelf in de rivier, met al zijn kleren nog aan, waarna hij er met veel moeite in slaagde om de jongen veilig en wel terug naar de oever te brengen. Terwijl ze daar aankwamen werden ze door een menigte toegejuicht...<br />
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Cousin Frederik (Freddie) Brusten was born in June 1916, in Wortley, Leeds in the United Kingdom as the first child of great-grand-uncle Jean Hyppolite Brusten and his English wife, Mary Constance Barlow. When the Great War was over, the family moved to Belgium, where an additional four children were born. Sadly, the youngest baby girl, Josephine, already died in 1929 at the age of 7 months.<br />
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Freddie married Joanna Peeters and started working as a fireman. His colleagues in the fire department included Julius Blockhuysen, Peter Cools and Frans Van Ranst.</div>
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Julius Blockhuysen and Peter Cools were both a few years older than Freddie as they had both been born in 1912. Both were natives from Antwerp, just like Frans Van Ranst who had been born in 1908.</div>
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During WWII, Julius Blockhuysen was active in the Belgian Resistance and participated in the Underground Press, as a result of which he was imprisoned in the night of March 18, 1942. Records show Julius entered the prisoner camp in Breendonk early October 1942. After staying a month there, he was deported to another camp. In September 1944, Julius was sent to the Natzweiler concentration camp in France. Eventually he died in the Vaihingen concentration camp in southern Germany, in March 1945. </div>
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Also Frans Van Ranst and Pieter Cools were active in the Resistance and were sent to the Breendonk camp at the same moment as Julius Blockhuysen, however, unlike Julius, they ended up in Mauthausen-Gusen, a camp aimed at exterminating inmates through heavy labour. Frans eventually died in Gusen on December 12, 1942 and Pieter died there three months later, on March 10, 1943. </div>
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Freddie entered the Breendonk camp on November 6, 1942 after he had spent a month in jail in Antwerp. He was already deported three days after his arrival to a concentration camp in Austria, on exactly the same day as Frans Van Ranst and Pieter Cools. In fact he arrived first in the main camp of Mauthausen on November 14, 1942 and was then sent to the Gusen camp on November 23, 1942.</div>
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The heavy labour in the Mauthausen-Gusen camp included mining large quantities of granite in quarries. The camp mostly held political prisoners, many of them of Polish or Russian descent.</div>
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Neef Frederik (Freddie) Brusten werd geboren in june 1916, in Wortley, Leeds in het Verenigd Koninkrijk als oudste kind van overgrootnonkel Jean Hyppolite Brusten en zijn Engelse echtgenote, Mary Constance Barlow. Na het einde van de Grote Oorlog, verhuisde de familie naar België, waar nog vier kinderen werden geboren. Tragisch genoeg overleed de jongste dochter, Josephine, reeds in 1929 op de leeftijd van amper 7 maanden.<br />
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Freddie huwde met Joanna Peeters en begon te werken als brandweerman. Zijn collega's in het brandweerkorps waren ondermeer Julius Blockhuysen, Peter Cools en Frans Van Ranst.</div>
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Julius Blockhuysen en Peter Cools waren beiden enkele jaren ouder dan Freddie vermits ze beiden geboren waren in 1912. Beiden waren geboren in Antwerpen, net als Frans Van Ranst die in 1908 was geboren.</div>
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Tijdens WOII, was Julius Blockhuysen actief in het Belgisch Verzet en werkte hij mee aan de ondergrondse pers, als gevolg waarvan hij in de nacht van 18 maart 1942 werd gevangen genomen. Documenten tonen dat Julius Julius in het gevangenenkamp van Breendonk terecht kwam begin oktober 1942. Nadat hij daar een maand had doorgebracht, werd hij gedeporteerd naar een ander kamp. In september 1944, werd Julius naar het Natzweiler concentratiekamp in Frankrijk gedeporteerd. Uiteindelijk overleed hij in het bijkamp te Vaihingen in het zuiden van Duitsland in maart 1945. </div>
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Ook Frans Van Ranst en Pieter Cools waren actief in het Verzet en werden naar het Breendonk kamp gestuurd op hetzelfde moment als Julius Blockhuysen, echter, in tegenstelling tot Julius, eindigden zij in Mauthausen-Gusen, een concentratiekamp dat gericht was op het elimineren van gevangenen door hard werk. Frans overleed in Gusen op 12 december 1942 en Pieter overleed er drie maanden later, op 10 maart 1943. </div>
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Net als zijn collega brandweermannen, belandde ook Freddie in Breendonk. Volgens een verklaring van zijn leidinggevende bestond de hoofdreden van zijn arrestatie erin dat hij geld had ingezameld om de families van zijn opgesloten collega's Julius, Peter en Frans te helpen. Het helpen van de familieleden van verzetsleden was echter een strafbaar feit. Bij aankomst in het Fort van Breendonk, werden de haren van de gevangenen afgeschoren en moesten ze uren rechtop staan, met hun gezicht naar de muur en zonder te bewegen. Elke beweging werd zwaar afgestraft met een fysieke straf zoals slagen. De omstandigheden in het Fort van Breendonk waren absoluut afschuwelijk.</div>
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<em>You will remember I promised to write if I came out here. Well, after three weeks strenous labour, I find I have a few moments to spare. However I dare say I shall be able to interest you with an account of our (the Bramley Battery) travelling since leaving Hull. Well, we arrived in France after the voyage of 14 hours. It was my first experience of the sea, so you can guess I had a pretty rough time of it. After disembarking we entrained and after 24 hours journey across country, arrived at village No. 1 at 9 o'clock PM on April 14th.</em></div>
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<em>From village No. 1 we went about 4 miles and then put up for the night. Next morning, April 15th, we marched about 3 miles to village No. 2 and stayed there for 4 days. It is generally understood that a battery has a period of rest before going to the fire line, but I can assure you we did more (physical) training than during our 8 and a half months training. Up in the morning at 5.30 grooming our horses etc. until 7.00. Then breakfast. "Fall in" again at 8.30 and then we went for a march of about 8 or 10 miles every man with his full accoutrement. It is no joke walking when one has been used to riding. However, we have gotten over it, I am sure everyone can see and feel that it has been to the benefit of the Battery. </em></div>
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<em>Now from village No. 2 we have come to the firing line and after about a week of it I can safely say that it has not been half as hard as training. The other day we started in proper order. Sent them (the Germans) a few shells just to let them know we had (2nd Battery) arrived. Where we are though it's practically dull. Just a shot or two every day. Of course it's not all on our side. </em></div>
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<em>Just along the road is a crucifix with porch surrounding it, or rather was surrounding it. For, while the porch is practically battered to dust with German shell fire, the crucifix still remains with not even a scratch on it. It takes some believing but I can assure you it is not the only instance I have seen myself. Some people doubt such things, but if they could only see such things out here at the front they would study more about the deeper meaning of life and less about personal pleasure. It's surprising how it alters young men. Over here one realises the value of a clear consience and a clean good life.</em></div>
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<em>I could relate a good deal, but it will have to wait till another time, I am on telephone duty until 7.0 o'clock AM (May 3rd). I have been on since 7 o'clock this morning. We take it 24 hrs at a stretch. It's easy work except when firing, then there is a lot of running about.</em></div>
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<em>I shall have to close now. Tea is just ready and I might say I am in good form for it. (Some big guns have just started firing the shells don't half make a noise as they come through the air) If you could spare a few moments to write to me, I should be very grateful, as no one knows how cheering it is to receive a letter from dear old Bramley.</em></div>
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The above letter was written by great-grand uncle Herbert Holgate who was born in Bramley, Leeds in the United Kingdom in March 1895 to Christopher and Mary Holgate. Uncle Herbert's father, Christopher Holgate, was a Pudsey, Leeds native (°1861) just like his father Joseph Holgate (°1831). I learned that Herbert had a sister called Edith, who was born about 1899.<br />
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<em>Je zal je herinneren dat ik heb beloofd je te schrijven wanneer ik hier zou aankomen. Wel, na drie weken hard werken, heb ik een beetje tijd gevonden. Ik durf te stellen dat ik je interesse zal kunnen opwekken met onze (de Bramley Batterij) reisavonturen sedert we zijn vertrokken uit Hull. Wel, we zijn aangekomen in Frankrijk na een reis van 14 uur. Het was mijn eerste kennismaking met de zee, dus je kan raden dat ik het redelijk zwaar heb gehad. Na het ontschepen en na 24 uur door het land te hebben gereisd, zijn we op 14 april om 9 uur 's avonds in dorp nr. 1 aangekomen.</em></div>
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<em>Vanaf dorp nr. 1 gingen we ongeveer 4 mijl verder waar we stop hielden voor de nacht. De volgende ochtend, op 15 april, marcheerden we ongeveer 3 mijl tot dorp nr. 2 en daar bleven we gedurende 4 dagen. Het is wel bekend dat een Batterij een rustperiode nodig heeft alvorens zich naar de vuurlinie te begeven, maar ik kan je verzekeren dat we meer (fysieke) training hadden dan gedurende de 8 en een halve maand opleiding. Opstaan 's morgens om 5h30 om de paarden te verzorgen enz. tot 7h00. Dan ontbijt. Terug "invallen" om 8h30 en dan vertrokken we voor een mars van ongeveer 8 of 10 mijl, iedere man in volle uitrusting. Dat is geen grap, dat stappen als je gewoon bent van te rijden. Echter, we hebben ons erover gezet, ik ben er zeker van dat iedereen kan zien en voelen dat dit ten goede van de Batterij is. </em></div>
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<em>Ik moet nu afsluiten. De thee is net klaar en ik kan wel stellen dat ik er klaar voor ben. (Enkele grote kanonnen zijn net beginnen vuren - de granaten maken amper geluid wanneer ze door de lucht vliegen). Ik zou erg dankbaar zijn als je enkele momenten zou kunnen vrijmaken om me terug te schrijven. Niemand weet hoe opmonterend het is om een brief te ontvangen uit het goede oude Bramley.</em></div>
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The picture above of my great-grandparents Marcel and Julia I saw ever since I was a little child, as it was in my grandparents' living room. I always thought there was something glamorous about this picture... Regrettably great-grandpa Marcel died only a few months before I was born, but I do have some memories about my great-grandmother Julia, although by the time I was old enough to remember, she was already in her sick bed. I do remember visiting her when I was probably four or five years old.</div>
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Marcel was born in the village of Bree in the Belgian province of Limburg in 1900 as the youngest of twelve children of Hendrik and Maria. When he was one and a half years old, the family moved to the village of Hoboken, just to the south of Antwerp. </div>
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By the time the Great War started, Marcel was 14 years old, which was too young to join the army. However, in September 1918 he voluntarily joined the Belgian army, after which he was first sent to the military training camp in Auvours, in the Sarthe department in France, located about 120 miles to the southwest of Paris. Subsequently, he was relocated to the instruction camp in the village of Eu in Normandy, which is west of the French city of Amiens. And finally, he went to Beverlo, near Leopoldsburg, in Belgium. I'm not sure great-grandpa Marcel actually took part in any of the final battles before the Armistice on November 11 of 1918.</div>
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Great-grandmother Julia Verelst was born in 1905 as the third child of Joanna and Henri Verelst. Their first baby, Petrus, died four months before Julia was born at the age of almost 3 years old. Their second son, Jef, was a little more than a year old when Julia was born and before she had her second birthday, another brother was born in 1906 and he was called Frans.</div>
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During the Great War, in 1917 when Julia was 12 years old, Julia's mother, my great-great grandmother Joanna, was arrested by German soldiers for helping the Belgian army by smuggling mail for them. Joanna was taken to a work camp in Germany... In a 1918 postcard, Julia wrote to her mother: </div>
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<em>Oh Mother, how we are longing for that day when we will finally live with peace.</em></div>
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<em>Dear Mother, keep courage. The day of liberation is near and then the suffering will be over. You will be happy to receive a card from your daughter. I will close now. So a lot of courage Mother. See you later. Many kisses from far away from your little daughter.</em></div>
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Joanna did return home and lived to see her daughter getting married to Marcel, six years after the Great War ended. Shortly thereafter, Julia and Marcel had a baby girl they named Jeanne. In those days Marcel was making soccer balls for a living, a job he continued to practice for several years. In 1926, Marcel and Julia had a second child, which was my grandfather Henri Brusten.</div>
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Marcel and Julia opened a bar, they called "In de vrijheid" ("In the freedom"). I think they chose that name as a remembrance of the end of the Great War or maybe of the freeing of Julia's mother, Joanna, who died in 1928.</div>
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Sadly, Marcel and Julia were of the generation of Belgians who lived to see two World Wars...</div>
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During WWII, Julia's younger brother Frans and his wife, were both killed when a V-bomb fell on the building they were in. </div>
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After WWII, Marcel started working with the border patrol in the harbour of Antwerp. Still later, he and his wife opened up a bar again in Antwerp which was later taken over by their daugther Jeanne. Eventually, great-grandpa Marcel and great-grandmother Julia both lived to become 81 years old.</div>
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De bovenstaande foto van mijn overgrootouders Marcel en Julia heb ik van kleins af aan in de woonkamer van mijn grootouders zien staan. Ik heb het altijd een erg stijlvolle foto gevonden... Jammer genoeg overleed overgrootvader Marcel enkele maanden voor ik werd geboren. Hem heb ik dus nooit ontmoet, maar ik heb nog wel herinneringen aan mijn overgrootmoeder Julia, ondanks het feit dat ze, tegen dat ik oud genoeg was om er iets van te herinneren, al ziek was. Ik herinner me nog bij haar op bezoek te zijn geweest toen ik vier of vijf jaar oud was.</div>
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Marcel werd geboren in het dorp Bree in de Belgische provincie Limburg in 1900 als de jongste van twaalf kinderen van Hendrik en Maria. Toen hij anderhalf jaar oud was, verhuisde de familie naar het dorp Hoboken, net ten zuiden van Antwerpen. </div>
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Toen de Grote Oorlog begon was Marcel 14 jaar oud, wat te jong was om bij het leger te gaan. Echter, in september 1918 ging hij vrijwillig bij het Belgisch leger, waarna hij eerst naar een militair trainingskamp werd gestuurd in Auvours, in het Sarthe department in Frankrijk, op ongeveer 200 kilometer ten zuidwesten van Parijs. Vervolgens ging hij naar het instructiekamp in Eu in Normandië, dat ten westen van de Franse stad Amiens gelegen is. En tenslotte ging hij naar Beverlo, nabij Leopoldsburg, in België. Ik ben niet zeker of overgrootvader Marcel in feite echt aan het front heeft meegevochten helemaal op het einde van de Grote Oorlog.</div>
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Overgrootmoeder Julia Verelst werd geboren in 1905 als het derde kind van Joanna en Henri Verelst. Hun eerste baby, Petrus, overleed vier maanden voor Julia werd geboren, op de leeftijd van bijna drie jaar oud. Hun tweede zoon, Jef, was iets ouder dan één jaar wanneer Julia werd geboren en voor haar tweede verjaardag werd nog een broertje geboren in 1906 die Frans werd genoemd.</div>
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Tijdens de Grote Oorlog, in 1917 wanneer Julia 12 jaar oud was, werd haar moeder, Joanna, gearresteerd door Duitse soldaten omdat ze post had gesmokkeld voor het Belgisch leger. Joanna werd naar een werkkamp in Duitsland gevoerd... In een postkaart van 1918, schreef Julia aan haar moeder: </div>
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<em>Wij hebben uw kaartje van 14 juli 1918 ontvangen en hebben vernomen dat je binnen enkele maanden naar huis komt. O Moeder wat trachten wij naar die dag van afkomst dat wij gerust zullen leven. Lieve moeder schept goeden moed. Den dag van verlossing komt en dan is het lijden uit. Je zal blij zijn een kaartje van de dochtertje te ontvangen. Nu sluit ik mijn kaartje. Dus goede moed, Moeder. Tot weerziens. Vele kussen van ver.</em><br />
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Joanna keerde terug naar huis en zag haar dochter trouwen met Marcel, zes jaar na de Grote Oorlog. Kort daarna kregen Julia en Marcel een meisje dat ze Jeanne noemden. In die periode was Marcel voetbakmaker van beroep. In 1926 kregen Marcel en Julia een tweede kind, mijn grootvader Henri Brusten.</div>
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Marcel en Julia openden een café die ze "In de vrijheid" noemden. Ik denk dat ze die naam kozen als herinnering aan het einde van de Grote Oorlog of misschien aan de vrijlating van Julia's moeder, Joanna, die overleed in 1928.</div>
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Jammer genoeg waren Marcel en Julia van de generatie Belgen die twee wereldoorlogen meemaakten... Tijdens WOII, kwam de jongere broer van Julia, Frans, en diens echtgenote om wanneer er een V-bom op het gebouw viel waar ze zich in bevonden. </div>
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<strong><em>Great-grand aunt Marieke was born in 1879 in the Belgian village of Wijchmaal as the first daughter of Henri Brusten and Maria Jonkers. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>She first married Herman Van de Venne who, in 1904, became a professor at the "Instituto Superior de Agronomia y Veterinaria" in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Two years later, in 1906, it was decided that there was no longer a need for the services of Herman and the co-operation was ended and Herman had to go and look for another job.</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Later, Herman started working as a professor of Chemistry at the University of Montevideo in Uruguay. Both Buenos Aires and Montevideo are capital cities on opposite shores of the Rio de la Plata which forms part of the border between Argentina and Uruguay. Herman died in Montevideo from hepatitis, leaving behind his wife and their two children, Bertrand and Robert Van de Venne. I don't know exactly when he died, but it must have no earlier than 1915, since he published results of a scientific study in that year.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>In a previous post I added pictures of Marieke with her sister Alice in Nice and Monte Carlo. Here is a picture of Marieke with two other sisters, Clothilde and Helene. I think this picture was taken in Belgium, but it could have been in England as well.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Eventually, Marieke didn't live to be very old as she died already in 1930, aged approximately 51. </em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>Robert Van de Venne married four years after Marieke had died, in 1934. I don't know what his wife's name was. On the below picture, taken at Robert's wedding day, Adolphe Stellfeld is holding the train of the brides' dress.</em></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Overgroottante Marieke werd geboren in 1879 in het Belgische dorp Wijchmaal als de eerste dochter van Henri Brusten en Maria Jonkers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ik weet dat ze aan het begin van de Eerste Wereldoorlog naar Nederland is gevlucht. Aangezien de meeste van haar broers en zussen uiteindelijk in Engeland terecht kwamen, ga ik ervan uit dat ook zij uiteindelijk daar is gaan wonen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ze huwde eerst met een ingenieur, Herman Van de Venne, die in 1904 professor werd aan het "Instituto Superior de Agronomia y Veterinaria" in Buenos Aires, Argentinië. Twee jaar later, in 1906, werd beslist om de samenwerking met Herman stop te zetten, aangezien er "geen nood meer aan" was en Herman moest dus op zoek gaan naar een andere job.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Vervolgens begon Herman te werken als professor chemie aan de universiteit van Montevideo in Uruguay. Zowel Buenos Aires als Montevideo zijn hoofdsteden aan tegenoverliggende oevers van de Rio de la Plata die een deel van de grens vormt tussen Argentinië en Uruguay. Herman overleed in Montevideo aan de gevolgen van hepatitis. Hij liet zijn vrouw en twee zonen, Bertrand en Robert Van de Venne, achter. Ik weet niet precies wanneer hij overleed maar vermoedelijk was het niet vroeger dan 1915, omdat er in 1915 nog een wetenschappelijke studie van Herman werd gepubliceerd.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">In een eerder blogbericht toonde ik reeds foto's van Marieke met haar zus Alice in Nice en Monte Carlo. Hier is een foto van Marieke met twee andere zussen, Clothilde en Helene. Ik denk dat deze foto werd genomen in België, maar het zou ook wel in Engeland kunnen zijn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Na het overlijden van haar eerste echtgenoot, hertrouwde Marieke met een advocaat, Adolphe Stellfeld, de zoon van bonthandelaars. Er werd me verteld dat Adolphe in Antwerpen werkte, en ik vermoed daarom dat Adolphe en Marieke ook in de Antwerspe regio woonden.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Uiteindelijk werd Marieke niet erg oud, vermits ze reeds overleed in 1930, op de leeftijd van ongeveer 51 jaar. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Ik heb aanwijzingen gevonden dat ze werd begraven op het Schoonselhof in Antwerpen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Robert Van de Venne huwde vier jaar na het overlijden van Marieke, in 1934. Ik weet nog niet wat de naam van zijn vrouw was. Op de onderstaande foto, genomen op Robert zijn trouwdag, heeft Adolphe Stellfeld de sleep van de jurk van de bruid vast.</span><br />
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<strong><em>First of all I'd like to share a picture of the monument on Chaplains Hill at Arlington Cemetery which mentions the name of <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/04/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-2.html" target="_blank">William Contino</a> who had lived in the same Boston residence as aunt Regina.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Also, there were still a few loose ends in my previous post concerning the Worcester residence of uncle Angelo. In terms of my investigative work I have been digging deeper in Worcester County deeds and maps and I came across a 1939 plot map showing the plots in Magnolia Park in Worcester. The Joseph Dame property was in Lamar Avenue - on this map indicated as number 13 (although the 1940 Census mentioned that Joseph and his family, as well as my great-grand uncle Angelo and his second wife Elizabeth, were living in number 8).</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Also interesting is to see the name of Ms. Josephine Hervieux as the owner of the plot right next to it (number 10). I came across that name before when I was tracing back the ownership history of house no. 8 in Lamar Street. The house numbers seem to have shifted over time, which probably explains why I wasn't able to find a conveyance of property from Joseph and Alice Dame to Josephine Hervieux...</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Digging deeper, I also found out that Joseph and Alice Dame bought their house in Lamar Avenue only in 1938. Since aunt Regina had already passed away in 1936 it seems unlikely that she also shared a residence with the Dame family at some point. Maybe Angelo and his second wife only moved in with the Dame family after they got married...</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>What I love about the 1940 Census record is that it also mentions the residence of every person on April 1, 1935. The Census shows that, in 1935, Angelo Andreoli was still living in Boston, while aunt Regina died the next year in Worcester.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Due to privacy related laws, it will take a number of years before more records will become publicly available. I hope at some point I will be able to obtain a copy of aunt Regina's death certificate. I'm glad I have been able to get a little bit of a view on her life. Growing up in a large family in Belgium and then fleeing her home country to England during the Great War to finally marry an Italian chef and move to the great city of Boston in the United States. And then she eventually died in Worcester. As she did travel back to Europe by ship on a few occasions, I think she must have missed her family. From the pictures I have seen of her and her husband, I think they did love each other a lot...</em></strong><br />
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Allicht is dit het laatste artikeltje uit de trilogie betreffende overgroottante Regina Andreoli, vermits ik niet verwacht om in de nabije toekomst nog nieuwe informatie over haar te zullen vinden, rekening houdend met de tijd die ik reeds heb gespendeerd aan het zoeken naar informatie over haar leven.<br />
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Eerst en vooral deel ik graag een foto van het monument op Chaplains Hill in Arlington Cemetery dat de naam vermeld van <a href="http://brusten1.blogspot.be/2016/04/tracking-down-aunt-regina-part-2.html" target="_blank">William Contino</a> die in Boston in dezelfde woning woonde als tante Regina.<br />
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Ook waren er nog enkele losse eindjes in mijn vorige bericht betreffende de woning van nonkel Angelo in Worcester. Daarom heb ik toch nog eens dieper gegraven in de Worcester County akten en kaarten en daarbij heb ik een plot map van 1939 gevonden waarop de percelen van Magnolia Park in Worcester te zien zijn. De eigendom van Joseph Dame was in Lamar Avenue - op bovenstaande map aangeduid met nummer 13 (hoewel de 1940 Census vermeld dat Joseph en zijn familie, evenals overgrootnonkel Angelo en zijn tweede echtgenote Elizabeth, in nummer 8 woonden).<br />
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Ook interessant is om de naam van Josephine Hervieux terug te vinden als de eigenares van het naburig pand (nummer 10). Ik had haar naam reeds eerder tegengekomen toen ik de eigendomstitel van huis nummer 8 in Lamar Avenue terug traceerde. Het feit dat de huisnummers blijkbaar door de jaren heen verschoven zijn verklaart allicht waarom ik geen overdracht van eigendom kon vinden van Joseph en Alice Dame naar Josephine Hervieux...<br />
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Ik ontdekte ook nog dat Joseph en Alice Dame hun woning in Lamar Street pas in 1938 kochten. Aangezien tante Regina reeds was overleden in 1936 lijkt het onwaarschijnlijk dat ze op een gegeven ogenblik een woning heeft gedeeld met de Dame familie. Misschien is Angelo en zijn tweede echtgenote slechts ingetrokken bij de Dame family nadat ze waren getrouwd...<br />
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Wat fijn is aan de 1940 Census is dat die ook de woning van elke persoon vermeld op 1 april 1935. De 1940 Census toont dat Angelo Andreoli in 1935 nog in Boston woonde, terwijl tante Regina het volgende jaar overleed in Worcester.<br />
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Omwille van privacy wetgeving zal het nog verscheidene jaren duren voor er meer akten publiek beschikbaar zullen worden. Ik hoop in elk geval ooit nog een kopie van tante Regina haar overlijdensakte te kunnen bekomen. Ik wel blij dat ik toch een beetje een kijk heb gekregen op haar leven. Opgroeien in een grote familie in België en dan moeten vluchten naar Engeland tijdens de Grote Oorlog om uiteindelijk te trouwen met een Italiaanse kok en te verhuizen naar de grote stad Boston in Amerika. En dan overleed ze uiteindelijk in Worcester. Vermits ze per schip enkele malen terug reisde naar Europe denk ik dat ze haar familie wel gemist moet hebben. Uit de foto's die ik heb gezien van haar en haar man meen ik wel te mogen besluiten dat ze veel om elkaar gaven...</div>
Ewanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719107855900539638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361723277159404788.post-72469860721719165372016-08-16T01:29:00.000-07:002016-08-16T01:29:55.232-07:00Great-grand uncle Maurice and the Olympic Games (1920)<br />
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<strong>The first Olympic Games to be held after the Great War were organized in Antwerp, Belgium in 1920. During those Olympic Games, also art competitions were organized in five different categories: architecture, literature, music, painting and sculpture. These art competitions did make part of the Olympic Games from 1912 to 1948. Great-grand uncle Maurice Van Bladel (using his writer's name Maurice Bladel) participated in the Olympic literature competition in 1920 and won a bronze medal for his poem "La louange des Dieux". Translated into English this means "The praise of the Gods". I have not yet been able to find a copy of this poem.</strong></div>
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<strong>The winner of the Gold Medal was Italian poet Raniero Nicolai with his "Canzoni Olimpioniche" (Olympic songs), while the silver medalist was the British writer Sir Theodore Andrea Cook with "Olympic Games of Antwerp". In 1912, the "father" of the modern Olympics and founder of the International Olympic Committee, Pierre de Coubertin, actually also participated in the Olympic literature competition using psuedonyms Georges Hohrod and Martin Eschbach and he won the gold medal for his poem "Ode to Sport". I wonder if Pierre de Coubertin read the poem written by Maurice Bladel...</strong></div>
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De eerste Olympische Spelen die werden georganiseerd na de Grote Oorlog vonden plaats in Antwerpen, België in 1920. Tijdens deze Olympische Spelen, werden ook kunstwedstrijden georganiseerd in vijf verschillende categorieën: architectuur, literatuur, muziek, schilderkunst en beeldhouwkunst. Deze kunstcategorieën maakten deel uit van de Olympische Spelen van 1912 tot 1948. Overgrootnonkel Maurice Van Bladel nam deel (onder zijn schrijversnaam Maurice Bladel) in de Olympische literatuurwedstrijd in 1920 en won een bronzen medaille voor zijn gedicht "La louange des Dieux". Vertaald in het Nederlands "Prijs van de Goden". Ik heb nog geen kopie van dit gedicht kunnen vinden.</div>
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De winnaar van de gouden medaille was de Italiaanse dichter Raniero Nicolai met zijn "Canzoni Olimpioniche" (Olympische liederen), terwijl de zilveren medaillewinnaar de Britse schrijver Sir Theodore Andrea Cook was met "Olympic Games of Antwerp". In 1912 nam de "vader" van de moderne Olympische Spelen en de oprichter van het Internationaal Olympisch Comité, Pierre de Coubertin, ook deel aan de Olympische literatuurwedstrijd. Daarbij gebruikte hij de psuedoniemen Georges Hohrod en Martin Eschbach en hij won de gouden medaille voor zijn gedicht "Ode to Sport". Ik vraag me af of Pierre de Coubertin acht jaar later ook het gedicht van Maurice Bladel heeft gelezen...</div>
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Tante Alice zong in de opera van Monte Carlo in Monaco, maar ze bracht ook tijd door met één van haar zussen, tante Marieke, in het zuiden van Frankrijk. Deze foto's werden genomen in Maart 1924, tijdens het interbellum, wanneer ze samen in Nice en in Monte Carlo waren...<br />
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