While my research on Ellen has stalled once again, I’ve discovered information for other ancestors in my family tree in the meantime.
You see, unbeknownst to me, the Mormon genealogy site I’d been using to search for records had updated its Jamaican civil registration collection in August.
So when I was searching the online database a couple weeks ago, it spat out some results I wasn’t expecting.
First, I found the death certificate for a 50-year-old, married railway worker who had died of “haemorrhage and shock” after a collision between a railway engine and a truck.
I still couldn’t be completely sure, because of the man’s marital status. But his profession and the circumstances of his death were too uncanny to dismiss.
This man could most likely be my paternal grandfather.
The second death certificate I discovered was that of my mother’s paternal grandmother. I remember my mom telling me what year she thought she’d died, and the cause of death. The certificate gave a death date that was a year off, but her name, her residence, and the illness looked about right.
I could not believe my luck at what I was finding.
I’d also found two marriage certificates: one for my maternal grandfather, and the other for my paternal grandmother.
I showed my mother the online records (on her desktop computer) when I went to visit her last Wednesday, to get a second opinion. Other than the cause of death, she didn’t know much about my dad’s father. But she looked at the certificate and said she couldn’t see why it couldn’t be him. Same with my grandmother’s marriage certificate.
The only record she was really skeptical about was her grandmother’s — only because she was convinced she was older when she’d died, and the age recorded was much younger.
One thing I’d noticed: the person who’d signed her death certificate, was listed as “the sister of the deceased”. But her last name …
Was she actually my great-grandmother’s sister-in-law, and it was just easier to write “sister”?
Or, was she really my great-grandmother’s sister, who’d married one of my great-grandfather’s brothers?
It even bewildered my mom a little bit. She’d never heard her grandmother talk about siblings. Or, if she did have any, my mom had never met them.
At that point, she left the room to do something, and for whatever reason, I decided to plug in one more name – that of my maternal grandfather’s father – just to see what would happen.
In less than five minutes, I was staring at his death certificate. I went to find my mom to show her what I’d found.
There was one thing about the certificate that had us positively stumped.
The family member who’d signed the death certificate was Milda, Ellen’s baby sister … the lone sibling currently still alive.
Except that the name she wrote on the certificate, ISN’T the one on the birth certificate I’d previously assumed to be hers.
Up until now, I presumed that her name was Hilda May – based on the birth certificate I’d found – and the name she’s been going by is a nickname, or some sort of amalgam of her first and middle names.
NOPE. Apparently her name’s Milda Maud. Both my aunt and her older sister have confirmed this.
Was the name assigned to my great-aunt at birth a mistake? Did she decide to change her name when she was older?
Or was there another sibling that I hadn’t accounted for?