This week’s 52 Ancestors theme is “different”. As I perused my family tree for inspiration, a distant relation, whom I hadn’t dug very far into, popped out – Cora Kompelien – her name is one letter different than mine – Cara. Just by chance, I entered “Cora” into the search box of my tree -surprise, surprise – there were 4 Cora’s total! We’ll start in alphabetical order:
Cora A Brodsho is my 2nd cousin 2x removed, She was one of 13 children born to Jens Brodsho and Clara Jensven, Norwegian farmers in Wild Rice township, Norman county, Minnesota. Home life must have been a bit harsh, as her father, like his mother before, was declared insane and admitted to hospital for 2 years (1917-1919). By that time, Cora was married and had moved with her husband, Carl Rots, to Harvey, Illinois, a southern suburb of Chicago, where her husband worked for the steel mills. They had 2 girls, Grace and Bernice. Cora Brodsho Rots continued to live near Harvey until her death in 1980. [An interesting side note: Cora’s mother Clara left her husband Jens after his return from the mental hospital. She took their 4 youngest children and went to Montana, where her oldest sons were homesteading.]
Cora Ellen Christenson is my grand aunt. She lived a short life – from 1906 to 1908, so I don’t have a wealth of information on her. I do however, have the privilege of having her baby portrait, complete in a beautiful oval frame, hanging on our hall wall.
Cora Jorgensdatter is the wife of my great grand uncle. She was born in Norway in 1890, immigrated to the United States and settled in Brown county, Minnesota, where she married Rangvald Johnson in 1926.
The final Cora is the one that I found first. Cora Kompelien was born in Lac du Bonnet, Manitoba, Canada in 1916. Her mother died 2 years later and all the children were shipped to various relatives in Minnesota. Here is the manifest of her border crossing in to the United States, with her twin sister, Millie. Cora was raised in the family of her aunt, Karen Hole Olson and her twin went to live with cousins. It seems strange that they weren’t kept together.
So there you have my Coras. What started as a silly way to define the “different” topic really led me to find some interesting information on the distant twigs in my tree.