Earning a Living

I am really lucky to be blessed with a treasure trove of images that bring the lives of my ancestors to life. The picture above, from around 1909, is of Unknown Guy, Per Oscar Sand, alternately called called P.O. and Oscar, Another Unknown Guy, John “Slim” Sand, and Joe Mercer, in their store on the square in Georgetown, Texas.

Per Oscar Sand is my great-great uncle in-law, father to Irene Irma Sand Lundblad, John “Slim” Sand, and Margaret “Mug” Sand Swenson. He was married to my great-great-aunt Hilda Sandberg on February 11, 1896 (married by her half-brother-in-law August Wallin, a Methodist minister). Their first child, John, afterwards known as Slim, was born May 28, 1896, so, …um, …, their second child, Irene, was born in 1898, their third child, Mug, born in 1900. Hilda died in 1902, and we can assume that with that timeline, she perhaps died in childbirth.

Joe Mercer is the son of Joseph A. Mercer, who I talked about in my post on January 25th, and my great-great-grandmother Hedda Christerson. So that would make P.O. and Joe brothers-in-law. They also became widowers in the same year. Joe and his first wife, Anna Larson, had five children, Paul (1891), Frank (1893), Alma (1895), Joseph (1898), and Mildred (1900), so we can suppose that she also died in childbirth.

I found a number of references in the Texas Posten (this links to a description of the newspaper, which is a great resource, with a little help from Google Translate, for the Swedish Texan community in the early 20th Century.) about Joe working in various retail establishments in Taylor and Georgetown, Texas, including grocers and hardware stores. He always advertises his connection to the Swedish community and the fact that he can speak Swedish. In the fall of 1909, there is a notice in the Texas Posten about Joe and P.O. opening a store together.

“— Messrs. Oscar Sand and Joe Mercer sell groceries as cheap as any in town. When you are offered very cheap prices on groceries, come to us in Fosberg & Anderson’s old location and you will get the same old cheap prices.”

Texas Posten, October 7, 1909, p. 7.

But then there don’t seem to be anymore mentions of the two of them working together. In the fall of 1910, Oscar has teamed up with another fella and they have bought out someone else’s grocery stock and are moving premises

“We have bought Heard & Anderson’s grocery store on the southwest corner of the square, and have moved our warehouse from our old location in the Glascock building to Heard & Anderson’s location, making two stores in one. We want your business and will treat you right. If you pay in cash or if you want to buy on credit, come to us. All kinds of Swedish goods always in stock. Respectful, Oscar Sand, Ben Behrens”

Texas Posten, December 22, 1910, p. 13.

And then, in 1911, Joe went out on his own.

“— Note.—I have bought out the stock of the grocery firm of R. H. Chritzberg, Glasscock building across the street from the post office. I intend to continue the business in the same place and shall gratefully value the trade of my compatriots.
Sincerely,
Joe Mercer, Phone 343, Georgetown, Texas.”

Texas Posten, August 3, 1911, p. 5

Note to self here: I did some research to see where this Glasscock building might have been, and I think it is in the row of buildings on the north side of 7th Street, just east of the Square. The post office on 8th Street wasn’t built until the 1930s. In the early 1900s the post office was housed in the Masonic Lodge building, the one with the onion dome, on the corner of Main and 7th.

Joseph A. Mercer, Jr and Per Oscar Sand, taken around 1909

I just really love this picture. The two of them look so self assured. And I adore their hair! Especially Oscar’s! In this and other pictures you can always spot him by that curl in the front, the mustache and those ears. And you can always tell it’s Joe by those eyebrows!

I’m so curious as to why their partnership fell apart and what happened in those few years. Before and after this time, Joe, particularly, continues to be employed as a clerk in other people’s businesses. He also appears in census records noting his occupation as a store clerk in groceries. I so appreciate having this visual proof of what he did to earn a living. Thanks, Aunt Diddie, for saving these and others from the burn pile (but that’s a whole nother post!).

Witness to History

I did my DNA on 23andme many years ago. Through a connection in the online Crohn’s and Colitis community, I received an offer to contribute my DNA, through 23andme, to a genetic study of Crohn’s, colitis, and inflammatory bowel disease. In exchange for contributing, I received my health and ancestry data. An easy sell for this budding genealogist at the time.

It has provided some interesting insights and connections. The genetics hold up with what I have confirmed with my genealogy research. And it’s nice to know, though I never doubted, that my parents are my parents and my sister is my sister. Otherwise, mostly you match with 4th or 5th cousins who don’t provide any family tree information that might help one figure out what your connection is. It’s not often that I get a close cousin match that I don’t know, but back in 2016, I got two! I matched with a father and son who were 2nd and 3rd cousins on my mother’s side and had a surname that made me a little breathless.

See for many years I have had a minor genealogy crush on my 2nd step-great-grandfather, Joseph A. Mercer (1843-1872). You know the kind. You have a few bits of information and maybe a single picture and you just get so intrigued you can’t stop searching for more!

Who was this guy? And what had prompted my 2nd great-grandmother Hedda (Hedda Christerson Mercer Sandberg, 1844-1916) to marry this random, stray Yankee P.O.W. that a family friend had brought home at the end of the Civil War? I mean, I know, he’s handsome. Just look at those curls! But it was highly unusual in her tightly knit Swedish community for a young woman to marry someone who wasn’t Swedish.

Anyway, he became a bit of an obsession. For starters, my grandmother’s generation knew we were related somehow to these Mercer folks, but not so much how. And there was some confusion about Hedda’s marriages and the children from the first marriage. I eventually sorted it out and, this being back in my baby genealogist stage, some of the searches were among my early triumphs over badly transcribed census records (try searching on just the first name in the location where you think they lived and try not to wake up your husband when you holler “I found them! I found them! at 2 o’clock in the morning), as well as my feelings of anxiety over submitting records requests to complete strangers at big intimidating places like the National Archives (I’ve mostly gotten over that).

And he’s still a brick wall! but I digress from my original topic: cousin matches…

So I emailed with these two gentlemen and it turned out that we share Hedda as a great- and/or great-great-grandmother. The son shared some family history and we confirmed the connection. He also shared some info about his dad, just casually mentioning that his dad, Bill Mercer, has his own Wikipedia page. Okay. So I go look…

He was one of the original sportscasters for the Dallas Cowboys!?! He called The Ice Bowl!?! The Texas Rangers!?! Professional Wrestling!?! The JFK assassination!?! He’s written two books! And he’s being portrayed by an almost as cute as him actor in the new movie, The Iron Claw! Plus he’s just really nice. And boy, did he witness some history (Click that link on his name above) Wow!

Dang. Now I’ve got another crush.

I mean, look at this guy! What a smile! We got to meet and visit with him when he was broadcasting a Round Rock Express game.

Here he is in action! Just above the “R” in Horn, in the booth with Mike Capps.

He also came to Georgetown another time with his daughter to visit all the cousins at Cousins Day (note to self: do a post about Cousins Day…), but I can’t seem to find those photos (note to self: organize photos…)

Just one final tidbit: This week I was going through an old scrapbook of my grandmother’s (Edwina “Tut” Sandberg Adams) and came across this clipping.

The scrapbook is from the 1930s, ending in 1938, just before my grandparents get married (my grandpa is “Mr. Jack H. Adams” and my grandma is included in “Mr. and Mrs. Ed Sandberg and family”). “Mr. and Mrs. Frank Mercer and son Billy” are Bill and his parents. All the others are Sandberg and Mercer kin of various generations. It’s always fun to see these little mentions in the local newspaper.

Until next week!