john teter hendrickson

I am intrigued by many people that I find on my searches though ancestry.com My husband's family even has people tied to the Gold Rush, which is an exciting chapter that I have yet to explore, and as I said before, I really like looking at draft cards.
I also like passport applications. They can have a TON of information and sometimes even pictures!
(we all know how I am about pictures)
A couple months back I posted about Pedro Aisa (Peter Aissa) and I am hoping to someday find out even more about him, but I have hit a wall for now.

But the person I think I am most obsessed about is
John Teter Hendrickson.

John's parents were Jesse Hendrickson (PA 1818-1878) and Mary Ann Teter (OH 1824-1907) John was the youngest of 10 children and was born on August 1, 1868 in Joplin, Missouri.
At the age of 12 he lived in Prairie, Missouri with his mother, sisters Rachael and May along with his brother Edward.

On December 15, 1892 in Bates, Missouri he married
Minnie Elizabeth McElroy who was the oldest of three children. Her parents were William Allen McElroy (1839-1925) and Sarah Jane Durm (1844-)

In 1900 John and Minnie were living in Grand, Day, Oklahoma with the first two of their three children. Rena Louise (1894-1990) and William Roy (1897-1880) John was working as a farmer.

* When I looked up Grand a "frontier village", I found out that Day County itself was only around for 15 years -- Oklahoma History
Why did they go there?

In 1902 they had another child, Jennie E (Jennifer Elizabeth?) who was born in Missouri.

1910 the family was living in Riverside, California. John was still a farmer and his industry is listed as being 'fruit'.
I can't find where they were in 1920, but
Minnie was still in California in 1930 and was living with her youngest daughter
and granddaughter in Los Angeles and was "widowed".

Well, if we back up to 1917 we find that John has applied for a passport to

come back into the United States from

Agua Prieta, Mexico.

At this time he is a Hotel Keeper

"Established in business, hotel in Agua Prieta, Mex. where I am at present domiciled."

John was 50 years old, 5' 7 1/2" and had blue eyes

He had a 'high' forehead.

He had a 'regular' nose.

A 'firm' mouth and a 'square' chin.

His hair was gray-brown, his complexion was 'ruddy' and his face was 'regular'

John had to get people to vouch for him as to having been born in the United States.

One of those people was his brother,

Edward R Hendrickson.

On August 14, 1917 John married

Maria Mercedes Luna.

She was born on August 10, 1898 in Hermosillo, Mexico

and was (barely) 19 when she married John.

Her parents were Merced Luna (1854-) and Clayetans Zaneo Garcia (1864-)

John and Mercedes had two children, Edward Ruben (1918-1991) and Carlos Roy (1920-1921).

Carlos Roy died when he was 11 months and 28 days old.

John and Mercedes' son Edward R was my grandfather. The story that was told to me was that John's ancestors were from Finland

and that he had a "white" family before he married my great grandmother.

(and didn't necessarily divorce his first wife) 

John meet my great grandmother in Mexico after he fled there when he and his brother got into trouble with some 

San Francisco "outlaws".

From what I understand, John traveled back and forth from Mexico to San Francisco, but my grandfather never met him.

My aunt told me that there was a rumor that John was in San Francisco once when my grandparents were newlyweds, and they tried to contact him, but never found him.

Even though I can't find John's brother Edward R between 1880 and 1930, except for the letter that was written for John to prove he was a citizen, to me it seems that they were pretty close  --

And in 1930 Edward was in San Quentin Prison. Which is in Marin, across the bridge from San Francisco.

Is that why John came to San Francisco often, to visit his brother?

(since it wasn't his wife)

My grandfather is Edward R too and so is one of my uncles. My brother's middle name is even Edward, so were they named after him?

Did John also give two of his son's the middle name Roy because his first wife's maiden name was McElroy or was his brother Edward's middle name Roy?

I do know that John Teter died in Sinaloa, Mexico in 1943.

Here is the craziest part --

I was contacted on ancestry.com from someone who lives in Mexico telling me that her grandmother, Herlinda Pena was also married to John Teter Hendrickson.

(with no divorce?!)

They were married in Culiacan, Sinaloa, Mexico in 1924.

They had 8 children between 1925 and 1941.

John, Nelly, Rose, Ernesto, Josephina, Emma, Charles and Roy.

pedro aisa

Pedro Aisa was born September 17, 1876 and came over to San Francisco from Spain in 1906.

He left Le Havre, France on August 18th and arrived in New York on August 28th. He was listed as being around 28 years old and not married yet. He was also listed as being a barber, but the family was told that he had been a physician in Spain. He had $30 and had never been to the United States before. He is meeting his friend, Michael Franco who lives on 1545 Post Street in San Francisco.

*Michael, I believe is Miguel Franco, step father to Theresa Pelegrin. Theresa marries Pedro early in  1907. She immigrated here in 1904.

In 1910, he was still going by Pedro, but was spelling Aisa, with a double ss.
He and Theresa had two children by then and three of Pedro's brothers in law lived with them.

In 1917 he lived at 377, 11th Avenue and he was working as a gardener. He is listed as being "short" at 5'4" with a "medium" build, brown eyes and black hair.

In October of 1919, I found Pedro returning home from Hawaii. He is not traveling with family, but I have not found a military enlistment... yet.

In 1920 he was going by Peter and the spelling had switched back to Aisa. He was working as a waiter on a boat. (I know that I'd like to know more about that) He and Theresa have three children, Marcel, Emile and Grace. They lived on 20th Avenue.
Interestingly, both Pedro and Theresa and both sets of their parents, are listed as being from Spain, but French is their "mother tongue". Could be why the family thought Theresa was from France -- she spoke French!

By 1930, he was Peter Aissa.
Peter was working as a barber, had about $4,000 and owned a home. He lived with his wife Theresa and all his children lived at home, including Marie who was 9 years old.
His brother in law, Antonio 'Frank' Franco who lived with the family before -- in 1910 was living with them again.
Both Frank and Marcel were working as chauffeurs. Emile was a quartermaster on a steamship.

Peter Aissa committed suicide on March 13, 1936 by ingesting rat poison. He was 56 years old.
There is paperwork that Theresa filed requesting a name correction attached his death certificate, so it does read Peter Aissa.
His mother's maiden name is listed on it, but is illegible. His mother's first name was Carmen.

Pedro had four brothers and two sisters that I have been able to find. Two of the brothers, Francisco and Enrique never changed the spelling from Aisa to Aissa.

ey-s-uh

People cannot say our last name correctly.

Having a boring first name, I was always the one who tried to make sure I pronounced other's names correctly. I had a friend Leif, who would answer to LEAF, but I never called him that. I had to say it the right way. I am sure it never mattered to him, but it mattered to me.
I don't know why I had a thing about this. Maybe it it because I never liked my first name. I always thought it was a name for Old Ladies. Now that I am fast approaching Old Ladydom -- I am not so much liking Carol any better, but I have come to terms with it.
I even gave Paige a longer middle name in case she didn't want to be called Paige. She could be Beth or Liz...
but she likes Paige.

I do like Carol more than Kismet.
Yes, my mom wanted to name me Kismet. My grandmother didn't like the name Kismet, and since my grandmother worked at the hospital where I was born, she filled out my birth certificate and named me Carol.
Thank you Grandma!

Being an Aissa has brought on a new level of this name pronunciation for me.

"Thank you Mrs. Ey-Eye-See"

"Here you go, Mrs. Eye-See-Uh"

or Mike's favorite

"ASS- Ey-Uh" (which was how it was pronounced on a loudspeaker, during a football game)

Having had this weird name thing my whole life, it is now really funny that now that it is MY name that is being mispronounced,
I don't care at all.
It is really cute how people get so excited when you tell them they got it right.
And it is super amusing to see people struggle with it (maybe I am a little mean)
But it doesn't bug me at all.

I wasn't around for it, but I guess Robyn would tell people, "It's Aissa, not Asshole" which is very classic Robyn!
Maybe I should make it up on a t-shirt....

So it is EY-S-UH.
Aissa.
Originally, the name was Ay-Eye-Suh, but that is when the family was sheepherders in Spain.

While I am at it, it spelled AISSA, not ASSIA.
Just saying.

names

I was 27 when I was pregnant with Paige and read every single pregnancy and baby book I could find. I think I had 5 books on names alone and I am pretty sure I read every single name in all of them! Since I did not find out until she was born whether or not she was a boy or a girl, everything was neutral, but deliberately so. When I was younger and thinking about the family I would have someday, I always thought I'd have boys. I knew I really wanted an old fashioned name, but nothing popular, so her girl name Paige seemed perfect! Her boy name was Devon which was her father's choice. He wanted Devon for a boy or a girl, but I really didn't even like the name all that much. After she was born, I couldn't have imagined her having been a boy! Her middle name Elizabeth was for my grandmother.

When I was having DJ, I HAD to find out if he was going to be a boy or a girl... I really wanted to plan this time, mainly because Paige had so many adorable clothes that I wanted to be able to use them for her baby sister... which this time around I was so hoping for. Well, I had an ultra sound in the doctors office and he said it was a girl! (I didn't have another confirming it -- I was only 30) I was very excited to name my second baby Olivia ~ went well with Paige, and it wasn't as popular 11 years ago as it is now. But you know, it never felt right to me when people referred to my belly as Olivia. So I chose David as a boy name just in case. I do have to mention that my dad, my uncle and my brother are all named David, so it was kind of a no brain-er. I did however, think that he (if by chance it was a he) should be called something other than Dave or Davey. My other grandmother was Josephine, so if by chance, (haha) I had a boy -- he would be David Joseph and we would call him DJ.
DJ wore a lot of pink as a newborn.

Mike and I picked out Kelly's names even before her first ultra-sound. Being an >cough< older mother, I had many. Every single one said she was a girl, and every single time, Mike refused to believe it. (big sigh) We didn't really look though the name books, we both just liked the name Kelly, and it went well with Paige, David -- and Carol and Mike. Kelly's boy name was Nathan or Nathanial. With all the people saying she was a girl, we never really picked a final one, but we would have called *him* Nate. My middle name is Anne and so was Robyn's (Mike's mom) so, Kelly Anne.
On a side note, Mike did have ridiculous names that he threw at me the entire 9 months. Again, claiming she was a boy ---
Bolt.
Steele.
Galvin.
Maverick.

I think I have mentioned that I have known Mike since he was in the 8th grade. His best friend, who introduced us, is also named Mike. Everyone back then always called my husband Mikey. I called him that up until maybe 10 years ago. Well since I turned 40 during my last pregnancy, I had no less that a million ultra-sounds and every single one said BOY!
Well I just had to have my own little Mikey ~
But finding him his middle name was so difficult. Mike went back to suggesting Maverick, etc... ugh. I wanted Tristan after Brad Pitts character's name in Legends of the Fall -- one of our favorite movies. Didn't seem right though. It came to the point where Mike just told me to pick something. Well that didn't make it easier! Now all the name books are online sites, and none of them very helpful.

For years Mike has been quoting a line in Point Break to the kids, when ever he wants them to to bring him two of anything he says, "Utah, get me two!" or just "Utah" and they know what he means.
As sort of a joke, along with changing DJ's name to Forrest and naming the new baby Bubba, I threw out Utah as his middle name.

Mikey Utah.

Nobody really understands it but us.

Oh, his (always have a back-up!) girl name was Isobel.











Here is the clip from the movie Point Break!