Double Pai Incognito

I’m coining that phrase.

I’ve been working on my cousin’s Raposo line. It seemed a simple request. Figure out if Francisco Raposo and Manoel Raposo of Kilauea were really brothers.

To start, the birth place information in some records in Hawaii was inconsistent. I sorted it out and identified they were from the village of Mosteiros on Sao Miguel Island. I had a starting point at least.

I found their marriage records and saw the phrase no Portuguese researcher wants to see. Their father was Pai Incognito. Pai Incognito translates roughly to “father unknown”. Okay, we know the woman knew who the father was, but she wasn’t telling. Pai Incognito is a dead end unless someone gives up the information in a later record.

I decided to search for their baptismals. A fellow researcher found Manoel’s and then I located Francisco’s. What I didn’t expect was this: their maternal grandfather was also a Pai Incognito. This means their father’s line is a dead end and their mother’s father’s line is a dead end.

No matter how much research I do I always come across something I’ve never seen before. This is a case where both the mother and the grandmother were unmarried mothers.  Perhaps more common today, but no so much in the 1840s (or maybe it was but we just don’t hear about it).

It leaves a lot of open questions. Where did their surname Raposo come from? Did Manoel and Francisco have the same father?  How did the single mother and grandmother make ends meet?  I can only hope some record, maybe in Hawaii, provides answers these questions. For now, this is a brick wall with cement poured over it.

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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.

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A photo of my grandparents ca 1920.

 

 

 

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First Swab Done!

I mentioned the other day that I was getting my very own DNA test kit (it was a gift).  Today, my kit came and I couldn’t wait to do my swab.  I’m eager like that.

This is what the kit looked like:

 

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It includes two test swabs, two vials for the swab ends to placed in, and a consent form.  All this will be placed into a mailer and sent off to the secret labs at FTDNA (okay, maybe not so secret).

I got everything ready.  I had a timer set up on my tablet so I could count the 60 seconds.  Then, I washed my hands and began swabbing.

I was a little leery about the scraper, but the word “scraper” is a misnomer.  It’s very, very soft.  Not like a soft toothbrush, but like cotton ball soft.  I did a full minute of rubbing with the scraper.  Then, it was time to put the scraper in the vial.

If you have arthritis in your hands you know that dexterity isn’t your number one quality.  I got the lid off the vial and had an “oh crap” moment.  You put the scraper end that you use for the DNA sample into the vial and press the end of the scraper.  It’s supposed to pop off into the vial.  Mine didn’t at first.  It took a couple of tries, but eventually the fingers figured out what they were supposed to do.

Since it’s already 9pm and I haven’t had dinner, I’ll wait until tomorrow to do the second sample.  Then, it’s off to the post office it goes.

 

 

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