The Letter That Started It All

 

 

In 1940, the Blitz was going on in London. Bombers were flying over the city and the surrounding area every day. It must have been terrifying. My mother would have been sixteen. She got it into her head to write a letter to her grandfather's brother who was still in England. This is his reply. I have to say from what he says at the close of the letter, it is clear that Ellen Tapply and perhaps Robert had stayed in touch with him. More on that later. First, for the Tapplys who are not familiar, a basic family tree.

You can see the Tapply children here. Charles E Tapply was a middle child. Of those children, Thomas, Elizabeth, and Charles emigrated to America. I have not been able to trace Mary Ann, but I suspect that the photo in Holly Jones's family's possession is an image of her. James Henry Jr. emigrated to Australia and then returned to England. Harry came to America and returned to England. The baby of the family was George. He had a long career working for the British postal service in Brighton. When he retired, I think he wanted a place by the sea, but maybe not someplace as touristy as Brighton. (think Coney Island and you would have some idea) So they moved to Whitstable. My mother, seeing this return address, simply assumed that was where the family came from. They DID come from Kent, but from Wittersham just outside Maidstone. 

Where George Tapplyy lived

As you can see, Tankerton is a small suburb of Whitstable. Whitstable is famous for its most delicious oysters. It would have been a nice retirement place, but during WWII, being right on the Thames Estuary was a liability. His good cheer in the letter is amazing.

Here is George's letter:

                                                                                                            21 Fitzroy Road

                                                                                                            Tankerton, Whitstable, Kent

My Dear Grand Niece,

            I am glad to have received your letter safely and trust that this will reach you. In 

These days of War one cannot guarantee that a letter will cross the ocean safely. I knew that my brother Charley had grandchildren, but you are the first one to approach me and I certainly return thanks for your very interesting letter. I have five brothers and two sisters but they are all dead, your grandfather Charley being the last to go. I was the youngest of the family and I have reached 76 years. Since you are part Tapply I must tell you that the Tapplys have been domiciled in Kent, England right along from Saxon times. Quite recently, a cousin of mine, Allan Tapply, a barrister, (unreadable) copied a pedigree of the Tapplys and after (unreadable) years of inquiry, search and scrutiny of parish registers, Kentish records etc. etc. he published it privately and I am glad to say he sent me a copy. He traced our branch of the Tapplys back to 1600 direct, but other branches he quotes from early Norman and even PreNorman times. You find all manner of them in the pedigree, holders of ancient manors, farmers, (unreadable), mallsters, (unreadable), grocers, tailors, etc. etc.

There are not shown in the pedigree any knights in shining armor or at least swineherds so our people in the past have not been apparently been top or bottom. The pedigree seems to show a condition of life which is very (unreadable) in Humanity “some goes up and some goes down” as Brer Rabbit says to Brer Fox when he drowned him in the well. 

However enough of the pedigree. Times are very serious and our England is now an armed camp and at present we are waiting to see what happens. People have no fear of invasion but we are afraid that it will be a long war.

There is plenty of food in the country and we get plenty although some things are rationed.

We frequently get (unreadable) alarms from the siren, but so far, we are not seriously troubled.

I have a son and daughter (who of course are cousins of your mother) Hugh is in the Civil Service and Muriel, who is not strong is at home. We live by the sea. Whitstable is near to Canterbury – 6 miles. Canterbury would please you. It dates straight back from the time of Julius Caesar who sacked it. It has a very noble cathedral about 700 years old and there are plenty of houses standing from 300 to 500 years old. We frequently go there since the architectural beauty of the old buildings pleases the eye. I think that it would please you since it is totally different to anything you have in the states.

Tell your father and mothers that I send my very best wishes to them and when you have finished with this letter please send it to your grandmother Tapply and Robert her son. And then I need not write to them on this occasion. And now, my dear girl, I wish you God speed and good fortune for the future. You have life before you and I believe you will use it well.

Yours Affectionately,

George Tapply

One note about Allan Tapply's book. I have a digital copy. While I find it very interesting, I am not in agreement with all his "facts". Allan Tapply claimed that in his interview with George he "knew nothing of his brother's families" which we can see is patently untrue. Maybe Allan wanted to stick to Tapplys still in England, but there are  Tapplys in Australia and New Zealand as well as the descendants in the States of Charles, Thomas, and Elizabeth. For the most part, Allan's family research was pretty good.

This is the letter I saw as a child that, in combination with the family reunion photo, got me started with an interest in family history. Who knew?

A Look Back

Just an image with a brief description today. (click through to look closely) This is a document I've never seen before. Obviously, it was preprinted as boilerplate to be distributed to all the small towns in the area. The person who posted it to Ancestry dated it to 1837. I haven't found an original source. Perhaps it originated with the American Anti-Slavery Society which was active at the time. But two of my relatives signed this antislavery petition: Cyrus Rogers and his son Amos are both on the signatures. They lived in Rutland, Massachusetts at the time. Cyrus was Jonathan's son. 

Curiosity about Names and the Second Great Awakening

 

The grave of Cassandra and Asher Bliss

When I first began working on my genealogy, I hit a lot of brick walls pursuing people by name. One example is my great-great-grandmother Cassandria Hooper Harrington Rogers Kauffman. I couldn't find any Harringtons that fit on census records in the Worcester area. I couldn't find a birth record for her or for her brother. And I never have, sadly. So I pursued Hooper. No luck. Finally, on a trip to New England, I consulted with a librarian at the New England Historic Genealogical Society. She didn't find anything but had another idea. Cassandria might well have been named in HONOR of someone. And it seems to have been the case.

Cassandria and Winslow Brainard Rogers were married in the Holden BAPTIST church, despite the fact that his grandfather was a founder of the local Methodist church. There may well have been a conversion, perhaps by his parents at the time he was born W. B.'s letters back from the Civil War are peppered with references of having Bible study or prayer meetings with his comrades. Cassandria is referred to in her obituary as "a godly woman". What was going on here? It was a phenomenon called The Second Great Awakening.

The Second Great Awakening occurred around the country between 1795 and 1835. Think Henry Ward Beecher, Lyman Beecher, Timothy Dwight, and even Joseph Smith.

"Many churches experienced a great increase in membership, particularly among Methodist and Baptist churches. The Second Great Awakening made soul-winning the primary function of ministry and stimulated several moral and philanthropic reforms, including temperance and the emancipation of women"

Primary themes were:

• All people are born sinners
• Sin without salvation will send a person to hell
• All people can be saved if they confess their sins to God, seek forgiveness and accept God’s grace
• All people can have a direct and emotional connection with God\
• Religion shouldn’t be formal and institutionalized, but rather casual and personal 

If all this sounds suspiciously like Jonathan Edwards, you'd be right. He was considered the father of this movement.

It occurred in three phases, the later ones marked by the popularity of tent meetings, camp meetings, and revivals. There were waves of itinerant preachers who traveled all over New England and upstate New York. It is entirely possible Cassandria's mother and father, Joseph Herrington and Nancy Green, attended one of these meetings. Cassandra Hooper Bliss and her husband Asher were on the circuit. And  Cassandra was a local girl, she grew up in Oakham and Boylston, Massachusetts.

“One of the families that welcomed the Hooper daughters warmly was the Whites [the subject family of the book]. Cassandra was a committed evangelical Christian, and from her arrival in 1830 she and her sisters Avis, Lydia, and Eunice were frequent visitors to the White’s elegant parlor, while matron Mary and her daughters returned those visits to the Hooper’s humble home. The nature of the visits is clear, as they were frequently made in company with the minister’s wife and other active evangelical women. Cassandra had apparently embraced evangelical Christianity before her arrival in Boylston; her younger sister Avis was “received to our Communion” along with eight other converts in March 1834; her sister Lydia made her public confession in October the same year. Though the family had fallen on hard times, their religious commitment marked them as genteel and pious folk and secured their respectability among Boylston’s better sort.

“Then, with no warning or advance preparations, Mary White made a surprise announcement in her diary. At the close of the afternoon service on the Sabbath of September 2, 1832, thirty-year-old Cassandra Hooper was married to a Mr. Bliss, and the couple left almost immediately to serve as missionaries to the Seneca Indians. They would continue in that work in western New York for the rest of their lives."-From A Crisis of Community by Mary Babson Fuhrer

The second bit of confusion was the origin of Winslow Brainard's names. For a while, my mother was convinced that we were somehow descended from John Winslow, of Mayflower fame. She was disabused of that idea by a genealogist or historian who could find nothing linking us to him. Again, I suspect he was named in honor of two people who figured in the Second Great Awakening.

Octavius Winslow was a prominent evangelist and Baptist minister. Although he died early, his ideas made it to America and he was revered among the revivalists.

David Brainerd was a missionary to the Native Americans. He might have been forgotten altogether, but a biography of him by Jonathan Edwards was reprinted many times and boosted his influence. One of those periods of influence was during the Second Great Awakening. James Brainerd Taylor, his cousin, enjoyed popularity as an evangelist and was said to have been inspired by David's example.

I consider this a good example of when NOT to make assumptions in doing research about your family. There could be many needless dead ends in your research when you make the facts fit the theory and not the reverse. There's no way to prove my theory, of course, but I suspect I have unraveled this particular bit of family history.

Tapply Lumber

 

Charlie and Bob Tapply outside Tapply Lumber

Over the years, there have been a few pictures posted to the family Facebook group of the Tapply Lumber Building on Culley Street.  By the way, these wonderful pictures are thanks to Buzz and Tina Tapply. I'm thinking they were taken in the forties, just based on clothing, but the tail end of the car in the top photo may place this more into the fifties. Everyone assumes I think, that this is where the story begins. However, Charles Tapply Senior, or Charlie (as I knew him) began in lumber a bit earlier.

Going through the Fitchburg Sentinel, I found an ad for the original Tapply Lumber location.

Tapply Lumber at 245 Lunenburg St.

The location on Lunenburg Street, or Route 2a has a modern building on it. It's located near the crossing of 2a and the John Fitch Highway. With a little more searching I found the notice of the purchase of Culley Street and the fate of the old building.

October 1940-The purchase of Culley Street

This places the establishment of the Tapply Lumber as most of the family knew it in October of 1940. He and his son Robert Nathan or "Bob" took over the established business at that location.  Buzz, Chuck, and Launa all have memories of the inside of that building. Both Buzz and Chuck describe the basement, where the custom cabinetry was built and lumber was stored. The upper floor had offices and 17 semiautomatic lathes. They all describe the elaborate belt and pulley system suspended from the ceiling that ran across the whole shop and powered the machines. Chuck described barrels in the basement the size of a 55-gallon drum. You would put in the wooden turned pieces with scraps of sandpaper and it would tumble them smooth similar to a rock tumbler. Launa has a particular memory of the loading dock which you can see more clearing in the contemporary pictures below.

She said, "The area down on the right was a loading dock, inside on the left of it was a huge ancient scale about waist high. Behind that was bedrock graduating up to the ceiling(main shop floor and about 15-20ft beyond the spectacular elevator run with an ancient amazing big chain and wheels." The back of the building had been built right into the granite ledge!

So what did Tapply lumber produce? Anything turned; handles, spindles, decorative work for houses, cabinets... I found some ads that give you some idea of what came from their shop.

A few of the regular ads that ran in the Sentinel

The ad for the knotty pine confirmed what I had heard; Charlie Tapply built my grandmother's last home on Rogers Avenue. Brainard's bedroom was completely paneled in that knotty pine. When it became a guest room, sleeping surrounded by all that paneling was a real trip.

Buzz said that they also took part in a fifties craze. The tubing for the original Hula Hoop was made in Leominster. Tapply Lumber made the wooden plugs that joined the two ends and made the hoop. Chuck confirmed this and adds that the kids from the fraternities at Fitchburg State came to Tapply Lumber for the "paddles" used in initiations. 

And where did all the lumber come from? Well, Bill Tapply had a lumber operation in Brookline, New Hampshire. All in the family.

Bill and company hauling lumber

It wasn't all smooth sailing, however. There was a large fire in March 1951.

19 March 1951

It was a large enough fire to make the front page of the Sentinel. Here is a bit of their coverage.

“Although officials theorize that a spark from the basement boiler ignited shavings in a nearby waste bin, the cause was still being probed today…”

“The bulk of the loss was in the cellar where lumber was stacked. The office on the street floor of the one-story  brick and wooden plant was untouched as was the shipping room, storage room and the major part of the plant…”

“Flames lurked at the west end of the Mohawk Express Garage also owned by Mr. Tapply”

“Mr Tapply said that his full crew of 25 workers would work as scheduled today, despite the fact that heat destroyed some of the lathe belts. The lumberman also stated that the plant was engaged in ‘some government work’ including turnings for airplane emergency life rafts.”

Launa said the ceiling downstairs was never the same after the fire. Leave it to Charlie and Bob, they were open and running the next day.

Members of the younger generation also have fond memories of visits to the building.

Kevin Tapply said, "I have a few memories of visiting Grampa and Uncle Bob... I was enchanted with this overhead belt system that drove all the machinery. I can still remember the smell of the fresh-cut wood"

And Mark added  "I'll always remember all the sawdust. It's not that much different from my shop where I build cabinets today."

Charlie left the business eventually and Bob bought him out. Bob continued, according to Launa, until his death in 1977.

Here are a couple of more contemporary pictures of the building. In the first, you can see the loading dock. The second is from the opposite side of the building.

 Woodworking has definitely been in the blood of this particular branch of the Tapplyy family. My thanks to Buzz, Tina, Chuck, Launa and Mark for their help gathering information for this post.