Today, brother John and I unearthed (not literally) our final great-great-grandparent. Yes, we now have a wholly complete set of sixteen. Nobody
famous, nobody in any way outstanding, but a selection covering (allowing for
changing borders) Hungarian Jewish (one), Romanian Jewish (one) German Jewish (one),
Czechoslovakian Jewish (one), Austrian (two), Czechoslovakian (two), and
Scottish – oh Scottish! – eight. The whole of our mother’s contribution.
So, here we go. Here they all are. Starting with numbers one and two,
the bearers down the years of the Gänzl surname, which, in those days, was
spelled Gánsl. Our direct male line. (1) Josef Gánsl, tailor, in the wine-growing
village of Mór, Fejér, in Hungary. And (2) his wife Leni, née Lip(p)mann from
Temesvár in what is now Romania. The Gánsls were soundly based in Mór and had
been for several generations (the Jewish presence in Mór seems to have begun in the 17th century) before, I gather, the place was ‘purified’. I’m
not sure how Leni got there.
1863. Adam in Eger. |
The next pair are Viennese. (5) Josef Stogetz or Stojetz was latterly a
‘Werkführer at the kk National Bank’, and previously a locksmith. Of his wife,
(6) Margarethe Böhm, apart from the fact that she bore a plethora of children
(of whom only one survived) before her death aged 36, I haven’t yet discovered
any further details. But I’m trying.
The final European pair are the (nowadays) Czechs. (7) József Baumgartner was from the place now called Zatek, and his wife, (8) Maria König, hailed from I know not where. There is something of a question mark hanging over these two, for they had a four-fold family of their own, but seem to have handed our great-grandmother over for ‘fostering’ by Adalbert Tesar of Vienna. However, said great-grandmother (as Marie Baumgartner-Tesar) confirmed on her wedding certificate that József was her father, and left out reference to her mother. Hmmm. Question mark. And the sum total of those four couples was our father. |
And mother? Well, when our parents’ DNA came to us we nodded sagely at
Father’s. A big blob in central Europe. With minor escapades in Portugal (sure to be Jewish), Corsica and Scandinavia ...
But were amazed at the diversity in Mother’s! Because, to our knowledge,
in the last three centuries, nearly everybody on every side of Nancy's ancestry
belonged to Perthshire, Aberdeenshire and Angus. Rattray, Ballintuim, St
Vigeans, Scone, Blairgowrie … In the 17th century one ancestor was
running the Black Bull Tavern in Dyce. How does one get more Caledonian?
Vikings, Arabs ... what is this? |
First come the Welsh or Welch family, (9) Robert Welsh and his wife (10) Mary
née Taylor. Solidly Scone, and solidly into the tailoring business. For
generations. My grandfather’s brother (who was actually a plumber) lived in the family
house at 15 Queen’s Rd, Scone, right up to his death in 1961. Maybe there are
Welshes there still!
Number 15 is second from the right |
They married into the Hudgston (spelt multiple ways) family. (11) David
Hudgston (‘heckling machine foreman’) hailed from West Mill Wynd in St Vigeans,
and he and his wife (12) Jane Steel née Cramond from Arbroath are my next pair.
Yes, our family was heavily into flax and jute, as was a large part of the
population of the area. Some made it to foreman or mechanic, some spun, some
heckled, but it was flax and its products all the way.
St Vigeans churchyard |
(13) Andrew Anderson was the last Great-great-Grandparent whom we
tracked down. Because someone either lied, or he spent much of his life in
France. No, not living it up, but working as – yes -- a flax-spinner in a jute
mill. But we dug up his son’s Glasgow marriage certificate which revealed his
identity and that of his late wife, (14) Ann. We won’t be pursuing her family,
because she was surnamed Smith. Which makes it sound as if he were wed at home. Although his children were born in France.
Kirkmichael Hotel |
And finally there were the Morrisons. Linen-warper (15) Alexander Morrison, of Kirkmichael
and his wife (16) Margaret Howe née McGregor of Rattray. I knew we had to have a Mc
in there somewhere. Grandma always told us that our clan was the McGregor and
mother even confectioned us shirts in the clan tartan. But it never seemed
quite right to me. I’m afraid that, in that way, I am my father’s son.
Golden-haired John inherited most of the Scots heritage, black and dramatic
Kurt the Jewish. Of course, now neither of us has hair at all.
Kirkmichael |
So, there we are, a complete set, at last. The satisfaction of a stamp
collector reigns. Well, it may not be a bundle to set the Maitai River on fire,
but it is kind of fun to know about one’s background, of all the elements that
came together to result in Kurt Gänzl and John Gallas …
Et voilá ...
Fascinating! And how very satisfying for you to complete the set.
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