The weather this morning was cold, but sunny. I had a bit of time before the courthouse opened, so I took a
scenic route that wrapped around and over the mountain to the east.
It was nice to get out and just ride with no particular goal in mind. The view into the
Wyoming Valley was spectacular and the road down was twisty and fast.
I arrived at the courthouse about 9AM and spent a few hours in the
Prothonotary's office looking for naturalization papers for my immigrant ancestors.
Unfortunately, there were no records on file, which means they must have become citizens somewhere else. :banghead: On a whim, I decided to visit the church my family attended when they lived here. The cornerstone of St. Mary's Church of the Immaculate Conception was laid in 1845.
Walking inside, I was surprised by the simplicity of the design. The painting and statues are original, but the altar and pulpits are circa 1972.
The nun in the church office said their records were not open to the public, but if I wrote and asked for a specific record, they would send me the information.
As luck would have it, a Mass was to begin about 30 minutes after I arrived, so I stayed for that. It was a bit moving to worship and take communion in the same church my family attended for almost 100 years.
It was interesting to compare the exterior St. Mary's with St. Nicholas, another Catholic Church just a block away, that was begun in 1883.
After Mass, I went to the
Luzerne County Historical Society. There I hit a gold mine (actually, coal mine) of information. I found an obituary for my great-great-grandfather in microfilm of the local paper. Cross-referencing the Report of the Department of Mines from 1906, I found Patrick Hayes was fatally injured on March 19, 1906 when he was "squeezed between car and prop on slope." His son James Hayes, my great-grandfather, also died in the same mine. On July 12, 1912, he was "killed by being struck by piece of coal that fell down the shaft." Now that I know their exact dates of death, I can request their death certificates from the State and, hopefully, find out their dates of birth and where they were born.
I'm glad I joined the Army, because mining is dangerous!
I wrapped up my day of research about 4 PM. With more time to kill, I rode around the city, checking out the sights.
Susquehanna River:
The
Stegmaier Brewery is just a few blocks east of the town square. It was closed in 1972, but the main building was redeveloped and is used by Federal agencies.
This National Guard Armory is so big, the Shriners have an annual 3-ring circus inside.
I'm glad my research is done and I've seen everything I need to. The weather report tomorrow for Pennsylvania and Ohio looks like crap. I'll probably need the whole day to get home as I dodge thunderstorms.