Month: May 2014

18. Ralph Dutton – His account of World War II


Letter from Ralph Dutton to his parents. The Houston Herald, September 16, 1943. Houston, MO.

I knew that I wanted today’s 52 Ancestors post to be about someone who served in the military in honor of Memorial Day. My husband’s family has so many members who have served, so I thought it would be a tough choice. However, while going through some newspaper clippings that I had saved in my files, this one stood out from the rest. 

My husband’s grand uncle, Ralph Dutton, was born in Angelo, Wisconsin, on July 23, 1923 to Walter and Pearl (nee Davis) Dutton. His father, Walter, had served in the Army during World War I. So, it was no surprise that 4 of his sons followed in his footsteps when World War II erupted. Eldon enlisted in the Navy, LaVern joined the Marines and Ralph and his brother, Kenneth, enlisted in the Army. Eldon was present at the bombing of Pearl Harbor, while his brother, Kenneth, died of wounds he received in France in 1944.

I think Ralph’s words will speak for themselves. It really shows the hardships that these young men endure while serving our country. Today, we honor him, and all of our other ancestors and current day family members who have served.

17. Patrick J. Cone – help from beyond?


The Cone family. Front row: Margaret (Carney) Cone, Albert Cone, Katie (Cone) Taylor. Back row: Isaac Taylor, Bill Cone, Patrick J. Cone.

I am continuing my 52 Ancestors challenge with my great-grandfather, Patrick J. Cone, and how he may have helped me by granting me one of my genealogy wishes.

A few years ago, I had read an article with stories of people who had felt their ancestors had helped them from beyond the grave. Although some of the stories seemed a little to far fetched (people who said their ancestor’s ghost appeared to them), I couldn’t help but wish I could get some ancestral help, especially with my Cone ancestors.

My Dad and his sister had always asked if I could find out more about their mother’s family. Their grandfather, Patrick J. Cone, had passed away from a brain tumor before their parents had married. So they knew nothing about his family, except for some of their immediate aunts, uncles and cousins. My Dad and his sister had not been in contact with any of them since my grandmother, Emma Cone, passed away in 1978. And neither one of them had any photos from that side, something that I had really wished for. My Dad had remembered being told that his grandfather was from England.

So, I dug in and found out quite a bit about Patrick Cone. He was born in Ireland, probably around March 31, 1852. From researching his children’s baptismal records, he was possibly born in County Mayo, Ireland. He was the youngest child of Patrick Cone and Catherine Walsh. Some time after Patrick was born and 1861, the Cone family immigrated to Yorkshire, England. (This is why my dad thought he was from England.) The elder Patrick and some of the children found employment in a nearby carpet mill. The family lived there for many years, until their parents both died weeks apart in the spring of 1875. Patrick and Catherine are buried in the Stony Royd Cemetery in Halifax, England.

Patrick came to America at some point between 1871 and 1878. I have never been able to find him in any ship passenger lists. he found his way to Yonkers, New York and worked at another carpet mill in that area. He met my great grandmother, Margaret Carney, and they married on April 12, 1879 at St. Joseph’s Church in Yonkers. They had two children while living in Yonkers. Then, they moved to Philadelphia, PA between 1880 and 1884. Eight more children were born to Patrick and Maggie, three of them dying at a very young age.

Patrick died in Philadelphia on September 15, 1912. His death certificate stated that he was employed as a carpet printer at the J.J. Dobson Carpet Mill. He was buried at Westminster Cemetery in nearby Bala Cynwd, PA. And that pretty much summed up what I had found out about Patrick Cone.

About a week after I had read that article, I received an email from a woman with the last name of Cone. I had entered Patrick Cone’s burial information on She had been browsing the Internet one day and came across it. She told me that Patrick Cone was her husband’s grandfather, and that his parents, Albert and Marie Cone were buried in the same plot. She had seen the “flowers” I had posted for my great grandfather, and was curious as to how I was related. It turns out that her husband was one of my Dad’s first cousins that he had not been in contact with for decades. Many excited emails were exchanged between myself and this newfound cousin. I sent her photos of our family, and then she asked if I would like to have some old photos of my grandmother! Not only did she send me some incredible photos of my grandmother as a young woman (I was completely surprised to see my grandmother with dark hair!), but she had photos of her wedding to my grandfather! Plus, she had photos of my great grandmother, Maggie, as well as the one I had posted on top, of Patrick and Maggie with some of their children.

I may never know if Patrick, or Maggie, or perhaps my grandmother heard my wishes that one day. But, there is no doubt being contacted by a cousin, and receiving such precious photos were definitely a gift from heaven.



Of all the photos my cousin shared with me, this one is my absolute favorite. My grandmother, Emma Cone, at the Jersey Shore. She is 3rd from the left.


Daniel and Emma (Cone) Logue on their wedding day, June 23, 1926, St. Martin de Porres Roman Catholic Church, Philadelphia, PA. Maid of Honor was Marie Feuerstein, Best Man was Francis Mahon.


My grandmother and her brother, Albert, visiting relatives in Wyalusing, PA. The infant is the cousin who emailed me. The little troublemaker in the middle is my Dad!


16. Emma Sarah Cone, and how she got me started in genealogy

First an update on my daughter. She is fine and says she feels 100%. She’s been busy living the life of a normal 21 year old: hanging out with friends, going to concerts, registering for her fall classes, getting parking tickets and working 2 jobs. She has a follow-up with her doctor this week, but still needs to make an appointment with a cardiologist to discuss her hole in her heart. Not sure where that will lead yet. But for the time being, all is well with her. Well, except for the parking tickets, but that’s a whole other story.

I have just finished reading and watching the video posted on Ancestry’s blog called “Between The Leaves.” It was a great discussion between Ancestry’s professional genealogists on how they got started in genealogy. This prompted me to write about how I got started in this 52 Ancestors blog post.

ImageI would say that it was my grandmother, Emma Sarah (Cone) Logue, that got me started. Some of my favorite memories were of going to visit my grandparents at their home in Newtown Square, PA, and sitting and talking with my grandmother. On one of those visits, she showed me a copy of a typewritten family history that one of her cousins had written entitled, “The History of the O’Mara Family.”

I was probably still in grade school when she showed me that document, so most of the detail was totally lost on me. This cousin had written about both the paternal and maternal side of her family, and the O’Mara was her paternal side. My grandmother was on the maternal side. So, for years, I had thought that the O’Maras were directly related to us. I had even used one of the O’Mara as the central character in an assignment for my high school composition class. After my grandparents had both passed away, this document ended up in my parents’ possession. My Mom made some copies of it and sent one to me. After re-reading it after so many years, I discovered my mistake. But I also read the part about my grandmother’s side of the family and became intrigued with the story of how her mother, Margaret Carney Cone, was separated from her sister for almost 40 years. This made me want to learn more, and thus began my fascination with genealogy.

This was back in the day of being on the Internet meant having to subscribe to Prodigy and/or CompuServe. I started poking around in some genealogy forums on those and learned about the Family History Library and Family History Centers. I took the plunge and went to a local Family HIstory Center and ordered my first microfilm: the one that would have my grandparents’ marriage application. I remember the thrill I felt when I first saw it on that microfilm reader.



My grandmother married my grandfather, Daniel A Logue in Philadelphia, PA on June 23, 1926. I had known my grandparents had met at Bell Telephone, where my grandfather was a lineman and my grandmother was an operator on the switchboard. But finding this document gave me just a little more insight on their families. It listed their parents, the addresses, and the fact that both of their fathers had passed away by this time. All information that both answered questions, gave clues and generated more questions.

One of those questions was directed to my dad and his sister: did they have any photos of my grandparents wedding? I was surprised that my dad, an amateur photographer, did not have any photos or knew of any photos that existed. But that will be the subject of my next post.


A little behind

I am a little behind on my 52 Ancestors posts. I’ve had to set aside my “ancestor time” to take care of my little descendant. Two weeks ago, about 5 days before her 21st birthday, my daughter had a mild stroke. This came as a complete surprise to us all. In fact, when she called me to say she “didn’t feel well”, I thought perhaps she just slept on her left side too long, or perhaps she got bit by a spider. I was not expecting her next text from the E.R. to be “The doctor said I had a small stroke.” Thankfully, she lives with a very level-headed and quick-thinking roommate who took her to the E.R. 

She is fine now, and fortunately, there was no damage done. However, an EKG did reveal that she has a small hole in her heart. So, she will have to see a cardiologist and talk about the possibility of getting that repaired. Apparently, about 25% of people have this small hole there since birth. It is something that is supposed to close up as you grow. But for some people, it never does. Some people can go through their entire lives not knowing it’s there. But in other cases, such as my daughter’s, a clot could go through there and cause a stroke. Perhaps it’s a blessing that this happened to her while she is still young and strong. Her body was just giving her a warning.

Things seem to be back to normal for the time being. So tomorrow, I will go back to posting about my (and hers) ancestors.