This week’s topic for 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks is to write about an ancestor I admire. It’s so easy to think of my Grandma Blair (Anna Maria Morgart) or even my great-great-grandmother, Mazie Lorenia Warner, but alas, I’ve written about both of them and there isn’t much else to tell (well, I’m sure I have a lot I could still say about Grandma Blair).
So the more I thought about this topic, I realized that writing about someone I know is the easiest way of accomplishing this task so obviously it shrinks the circle down a bit and that’s when it hit me… my great-grandmother, Mildred Laura Dunbar. I’ve written about her often but I’ve only written snippets about her life, so here goes.
Mildred Laura Dunbar
Mildred Laura Dunbar was born on 15 March 1908 to Mazie Lorenia Warner and Arthur James Dunbar in Hebron Township, Potter County, Pennsylvania. She was their 4th and youngest child. Arthur was a farmer and Mazie was a housekeeper, according to her birth certificate.
Mildred was only 5 years old when her father died of adult onset polio on 18 December 1912. Two years later, she gained a step-father in Samuel Joseph Randol. Sometime between March and August 1916, the Randol-Dunbar household moved to Akron, Ohio, settling in the North Hill area.
Mazie and Samuel moved to 75 Rosalind Court, which is where Mildred lived out her childhood. At this time she was 8 years old.
Paul Harrison Geer
The big question mark with my great-grandmother is when did she meet Paul Harrison Geer, her first husband and the man I believe is the father of my grandmother, Alberta Lou Fleming. The Geer’s, you see, lived on the corner of Glenwood and Howard Street, which was not that far from Rosalind Court. Paul’s father Clyde worked at Swinehart Rubber with Mildred’s step-dad, Samuel Randol. Around 1924, Samuel owned a store on Howard Street, one block from the Geer home on Glenwood. So many instances where their lives could have crossed paths. But there is always that chance that they didn’t meet until 1925 when Clyde moved his family in next door to the Randol’s at 71 Rosalind Court.
The romantic in me wants Mildred and Paul to be high school sweethearts, or at least teenage sweethearts. This I will never know. I do know they married on 17 September 1927 in Akron, Ohio by Reverend O.W. Haulman, who was the minister at the Grace Reformed Church (not sure if that is where they got married, however). Their marriage did not last long, with Mildred filing for divorce on 15 January 1929 – stating that Paul was “grossly neglectful of his marital duties” and since 1 March 1928, refusing to provide her food and clothing, making her rely on her parents. He also barely worked, and not only gambled his earnings but visited houses of ill repute (this was what was stated in her divorce papers). The paperwork also stated there were no children born of this marriage but I think something happened between Paul and Mildred between her filing for divorce in January and the finalization of the divorce on 5 September 1929, because I truly feel from DNA results that Alberta Lou Fleming is the daughter of Paul Harrison Geer, despite her birth certificate stating that Albert Nank was her father.
I still give my great-grandmother credit for being the plaintiff in 1929 and filing for divorce from her husband when she wasn’t happy in her marriage. I know in an previous 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks that I discussed her being a “Strong Woman” and I stand by that. Women didn’t have the power to do such things back then, and that she stood up for herself is simply amazing.
Albert William Nank
I have no idea how my great-grandmother met Albert William Nank, her second husband, but she married him on 30 September 1929 by Reverend George M. Smith (I was unable to pinpoint where his congregation may have been). Their honeymoon quickly ended when my grandmother was born on 2 October 1929. I’ve heard countless stories how she was born premature and Mildred was sent home with her newborn and a hot water bottle and told that if the baby survived until morning, that she would need to feed her. I believe my grandmother was just a couple pounds when she was born, and since I’m typing this, you know she survived until the next morning.
But her marriage to Albert wasn’t successful either. On 15 March 1933 (her birthday), Mildred filed for divorce from Albert Nank. She states “gross neglect of duty”, his being unemployed for most of their marriage that she described as an “aversion to hard work”, he provided no money for her or their minor child, and is often “cross and disagreeable”. Their divorce was finalized on 1 June 1933 with Albert being instructed to pay what would essentially be “child support” of $5 per week and he was allowed to spend 1 day each week with his daughter, which I don’t believe he ever did.
My guess is as my grandmother got older I think Albert realized my grandmother was not his child. In all his paperwork pertaining to his joining the Army he always checked the box “no children”. I heard that at one point after Alberta married Harold Fairhurst, Harold made Alberta go and meet with Albert. He ignored her the entire time she visited. I often wonder why he never told her the truth, he had nothing to lose at that point in time, but I’m guessing he must have been willing to keep Mildred’s secret.
I’ll confess before taking the DNA test and not finding any Nank or Jennings DNA matches (I suppose there is a chance no one has taken a test, but unlikely as they seem to be a decent size family in Utica, Macomb County, Michigan). I still feel my grandmother was a very strong woman to file for divorce not once, but twice. I’ll admit my thoughts have skewed a bit over the years because I sometimes feel bad that Paul never had a chance to be a dad to my grandmother.
Howard Fleming
My great-grandmother’s third and final husband was Howard Fleming. As with Albert, I’m not sure how she met Howard, but he was the marriage that stuck. They married 5 August 1933 by Reverend Wayne McQueen, who when I researched him he was the minister of the North Hill United Methodist Church, and their marriage only ended when Howard passed away on 20 March 1972.
My mother was always fond of her Grandpa Fleming though I don’t know too many details about him. My dad said he was a really nice guy, but also said because he seemed to be drunk a majority of the time. At least he was a happy one, I suppose. Howard was a carpenter who worked for a variety of rubber companies throughout Akron.
Mildred and Howard also had two sons, Howard Herschel born in 1936, he went by Herk but I won’t go into too much detail as he may still be alive (I have never found proof yet that he has passed away), and James Rodney, who was born 25 May 1943 and passed away 4 March 2009.
I never knew Howard Herschel, only ever meeting him maybe once when he came to town for his mother’s funeral.
I have lots of memories of my Uncle Jim. He was a nice man who just had a lot of problems, one of them being drinking (maybe he got it honestly?). We would often go to my great-grandma’s house on Sundays when Uncle Jim had his kids as well and it was always so much fun playing with them. Because Uncle Jim was only a few years older than my mom, there are lots of photos of him growing up alongside her.
A Working Woman
Mildred worked as a secretary pretty much her entire life. I know she was a stenographer in the 1930 Akron City Directory and according to my mom’s youngest brother, she dabbled in real estate when he was growing up, which was interesting as I saw real estate ad’s in the newspaper where you could call Mildred Fleming but I didn’t think it was referencing my great-grandmother.
However, if I’d have clicked on enough links when I did my Newspapers.com search I’d found this gem of an article with her picture. Click here to see the article on the website.
My Memories
Mildred often babysat me when I was little and my mom had to go to the doctor as she did not live that far from us. One of my favorite things to do was play with her jewelry. I have so many pieces of her jewelry that became mine to play with in my playroom growing up. Shoes, skirts, tops, so many things. And to be honest, if it was convenient to get into the one toy box in my parents basement, I would take photos to put in this post.
My Great-Grandma was the first person to pass away that I really knew and her death hit me very hard. I was 8-years-old. I remember my mom asked me if there was anything I wanted and not really knowing what to say, I asked for the fry pan that she would scramble me eggs in when she babysat me. And though I didn’t think this was the pan then, it’s the only little pan they could find so they figured it must be it. Regardless it’s a pan that belonged to her.
Over time my mom gave me my great-grandma’s mirror, brush, and comb set. I’m sure my mother thought it would sit in a drawer forever, and the brush and comb do as I’m afraid I’d break it. But that mirror… I use it every day when I’m getting ready for work, life, whatever. When I got my vanity (from my Grandma Blair) I was entering eighth grade, so sitting at the bench with a mirror in hand is just about how I’ve always put my make-up on. The original mirror I used broke some time ago (handle, not the actual mirror itself) and one day I made the mistake of picking up my great-grandmother’s beautiful golden mirror, this was probably a good 10-15 years ago, possibly longer, and life has never been the same.
When I would see my great-grandma she was always put together which is probably due to her work in a professional environment. I believe she still worked part time up until her death, which she was 73.
When I was 6 she went on vacation with us to Florida to visit her daughter, Alberta. We drove down in the car stopping to visit with my aunt and her children on our way down. I remember we went to the Ringling Museum and other fun places while there (no Disney, but that was okay). Below is a photo of my mom and great-grandma sitting in the sun.
I found it appropriate that I finish this post when I did, on 8 January, as it was 44 years ago today in 1982 that my great-grandmother died of cardiac failure, renal failure due to a colon obstruction. My cousin Jaclyn, whose birthday was also today, was only 4 when she sat on my mom’s lap and said “I bet Grandma already has her wings”.
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