SNGF: My Father’s Maternal Line

It’s time for Saturday Night Genealogy Fun.  Thanks to Randy for this challenge!  This one is all about my Dad’s mother’s line.

My Dad’s mother’s name was Anna Madeleine Mazeres.  She was born 17 Oct 1897 in San Francisco, CA and died 2 Feb 1984, also in San Francisco (though she lived in Oakland, CA most of her adult life).  She outlived my grandfather by 10 years.

My Grandmother’s patrilineal line is as follows:

  • Charles Mazeres dit Salanave (1868-1926),
  • Jean Mazeres dit Salanave (1824-1893),
  • Jean Pierre Mazeres (1794-1836)
  • Jean Mazeres (1742-1825),
  • Clement Mazeres (1722-1781),
  • Jean Mazeres (1697-????),
  • Jean Mazeres (1666-????)
  • Bertrand Cambus (1640-????)

This is the end of her patrilineal line.  The Mazeres surname is carried back through the maternal line from this point.

My Grandmother had one brother, Jean Emile Mazeres, born 29 Jun 1899 in San Francisco.  Sadly, he died 24 Jun 1903, in Modesto, CA.  My grandmother had a sister, but she died at the age of 2.  My grandma was the only one of Brigitte Breilh’s children to survive, so there are no male descendants from her family for the Y-DNA test.

I hope to be able to work in the village of Castet soon so that I can carry this line back even further.


A photo of my grandparents ca 1920.





A very young marriage

I came across a marriage for the sibling of one of my ancestor that gave me pause to think.  The marriage is for Joze Correa and Roza de Rezendes.  He is the son of Mateus Correa and Maria de Mello.  She is the daughter of Domingos Pimentel and Barbara de Rezendes.  They were married in 1777.

What caught my eye was the baptismal years.  If I was reading it correctly, Joze was baptized in 1764 and Roza in 1766.  It was the practice of the Azoreans to baptize children very soon after birth.  If that held up here, the groom was 13 and bride 11 when they were married.

I know that at different times and places a young bride and groom was not uncommon.  My own great aunt was married at 14.  However, I haven’t seen this in the Azorean records.  They are usually at the minimum 16 and the groom is usually 20 or so.  Roza’s brother, Antonio, didn’t get married until 1797.  These two were already married 20 years by then.

Maybe the priest recording the information messed up.  We all mistakes.  Maybe this was a rare case where the bride and groom were baptized in their teens.  I haven’t found that in my research in the Azores but it’s a possibility.

The only way to find out was to find the baptismal records.  Luckily, the dates were given in the marriage record.  I headed over to the arquivo website to see what I could find.  First page I looked at gave me Roza’s sibling (lucky for me!)  Next, I found Joze’s record, and then I found Roza’s.  In both cases, they were born and baptized same month and year exactly as written on the marriage record.

Woah.  I have to wonder how that came about since it wasn’t the norm.  He was just hitting adolescence and she was really still a child.  Could it be that he got her pregnant?  The only way to find that out will be to search the baptismal records in 1777 or 1778.  Otherwise, I will never know what might cause parents to agree to a marriage between what really is two children.

Looks like I’ve got another genealogy mystery to solve.



Book of Me, Prompt 19: I Miss My Aunt Julie

This is another entry in the series Book of Me, Written by You.  This entry we are to write about someone we miss.

It would be easy for me to write about my Dad.  He died in 2010.  I’ve written about him extensively on this blog.  So, today I’ll write about his sister, My Aunt Julie.

Aunt Julie was constantly in my life.  She was always over our house visiting.  I remember her at family get-togethers.  She and my Dad were close.

I was the type of child that learned early to stay away from the adults.  I was always off playing with my siblings, cousins, or friends.  I wasn’t the type to be chatting with the adults, even relatives.  I guess I was intimidated.

So, my Aunt Julie holds a special place in my life.  She was the first adult outside my parents that I could really connect with.  I was always chatty with her.  She was one of the kindest, honest, most down to earth people that I ever met.  Someone you didn’t feel had a negative bone in her body.  She was much like her mother, my Grandmother, in that way.  Never heard her say anything bad about anyone.

With today’s modern technology, meeting up on Facebook with relatives, and texting, it may seem odd that the reason my Aunt and I connected was philately.  Yes, stamp collecting.  This was back in the early 1980s.  People didn’t have computers let alone the ability to print postage.

My Aunt was the one who got me interested.  I had pen pals and was somewhat fascinated by the stamps that came on my envelopes.  But, I didn’t start collecting until my Aunt started telling me about her collecting.  Then, it blossomed from there.  We both ordered stamps online and would share what we had bought at our visits.  We bought the same Scott US collectors book, too.

My Aunt and I made a connection.  It was through those afternoon visits that I began to learn some of my Aunt’s life story (some more I learned from my Dad).  And, it was then that I learned that people aren’t black and white.  My kindhearted Aunt loved watching wrestling on TV and once told me she would have liked to have tried out for roller derby.  This same Aunt, my Dad told me, could have been a concert pianist.  How’s that for a variety of interests!

My Aunt died in her 60s of Cancer.  She died right around Thanksgiving. I do still miss her.  But, my memories are happy ones.  She was the type of person who left you feeling better having been around her.