Sepia Saturday 618. Third in a series about family history discoveries in the recently released 1950 U.S. census.
I was surprised to find myself — at age 2 months — living at 45 Grand St. in Gloversville, Fulton Co., N.Y. during the 1950 US census. Even more surprising was that none of the adults were working outside the home at the time. So, what was the story?
Fortunately, I interviewed my mom and dad years ago and they each told me their version of that time in our family’s life.
Their recounting formed the back story of an earlier series “Whispering Chimneys: My Altamont Childhood” — and now helps explain some 1950 census details.
Dreaming of a family business
According to my parents, Norm and Peg (Laurence) Charboneau, after I was born they and my maternal grandparents, Tony and Elizabeth (Stoutner) Laurence, decided to buy a large house, move in together and start a family business. Sounded like a plan…sort of.
“We didn’t really know what kind of business, just something we could earn money at,” Dad told me.
My parents lived out-of-state then, and I was an infant. But Dad quit his job and they headed back to upstate New York where they’d grown up.
“I can hardly believe it now,” Dad said. “There I was, twenty-six with a wife and a baby, and I was essentially unemployed.” That’s how he ended up listed as “other” in the 1950 US Census — since he was jobless, but looking for work.
Even more amazing, Mom was on board with this scheme.
Along for the ride
“We packed you in a picnic basket and off we went,” Mom told me. A picnic basket? I asked.
“Actually, it was a wicker bassinet you could put in the car,” she explained. “Everyone used them back then.”
Our first destination was my maternal grandparents’ house in Gloversville, N.Y. — my mom’s home town. That’s how I ended up living at 45 Grand St. in Gloversville at census time and spending my first Christmas there in 1950.
Meanwhile, my parents started shopping around for a home/property big enough for the five us and the future family business. They looked in towns near Gloversville, but the houses were small for the price.
A spacious farmhouse beckons
So they widened their search into the countryside around the Albany-Schenectady area, and that’s when they found the farm in Altamont, N.Y.
Dad captured their excitement in an essay he wrote years later.
A young family came upon one of these mansions and was hypnotized by its ten acres of land, big red barns, and a few tourist cabins. They could find so many possibilities that they could not wait to own this historical marvel. This was the start of the great adventure!
So they bought the farm and named it Whispering Chimneys — the first home I remember. Thanks to the 1950 US census, I now know that the road to the farm led through my earlier childhood home in Gloversville, N.Y.
Up next: Eighth Blogiversary and the family stories just keep coming! Meanwhile, please visit the blogs of this week’s other Sepia Saturday participants.
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