The continuing story of Biagio Russo (1897-1962 ?)

When Chuck showed me his family tree around 1998, it seemed pretty extensive to me. That was before I more fully understood genealogy research. Here is his work from 1971. (Click on the image to view it better.)

Since then, I quizzed him and members of his family, adding vital statistics to the tree. I also developed the hope to include at least the parents and siblings of those who married into the family.

The Family of John Iacano and Angela Russo

Most importantly, Chuck documented his grandparents John Iacano (born Giovanni Iacono) and Angela Russo (born Angela Russo Femminella). Recently, I've placed the family in the 1940 U.S. Federal Census of Cleveland and at the address of 3473 East 114th Street. This census is key to documenting the family, since it was the last opportunity to find them together. The oldest daughter, Frances, had already married in 1935, Grandmother Angela would die in July 1940 after removal of a liver cyst and subsequent internal hemorrhage, Grandfather John would die on 20 October 1944 in the East Ohio Gas explosion, and youngest son Joe Sam would die heroically on 9 February 1945 in the last offensive against the Nazi Wehrmacht at the border between Luxembourg and Germany.

The work in the 1940 Census revealed the families that held the spouses of Chuck's uncles and aunts. Surrounding his mothers' family of 1940, I found...

• The newly married John Ventura and Frances Iacano couple living with his sister Josephine and brother-in-law Joseph Cancilla. Their address is 3368 East 126th Street in Cleveland.
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  The future first husband of Rose Iacano, Tony Calire, living at home with his parents Joseph and Rosalind Carlire and four siblings (Jack, Josephine, Charles and Santina). The address is 4669 East 146th Street in Cleveland.
• Rose's second husband Charles Derry living with his parents Charles Hercule and Jennie M Derry and sibling Dorothy and her new husband Max Gast. The address is 13507 St. Clair Avenue in Cleveland. His estranged wife Leona Reese-Derry claimed his residence as 9601 Lockyear Avenue, with her and their three children (Dorothy, Lois, and Shirley).
  Separately, I found Charles Derry's other sister Ethel married to George Morton in Elyria OH and housing her father-in-law Oliver Morton.
• Uncle Frank's future wife Frances Nanak at home with her parents Pavel (Paul) and Eva Nanak and her three siblings (Paul, Anna, and John). The family name is spelled "Manak" in the enumeration. Their address is 2372 East 28th Street in Cleveland.
• Uncle Jimmie's future wife Frances LoPiccolo living with her widowed father Christopher and her eight siblings (John, Sue, Jennie, Mary, Grace, Rose, Jack, and Maryanne). The enumeration spans two pages, shown here in one image. Their address is 2521 East 23rd Street in Cleveland.
• Uncle John's future wife Florence Pounds at home in Lamesa, Dawson County TX with her parents Robert and Nannie Pounds and her brother Olan.
• Aunt Tanny's future husband Ralph Coschignano (later Cosiano) at home with his parents Pasquale (giving the nickname Patsy) and Martha and his brothers Frank and Patrick. They resided at 2390 East 38th Street in Cleveland.

Over the 80 years since the 1940 census, Cleveland has changed a lot. Most of those residences have been razed and replaced by subsidized housing or light industry. This map shows the Cleveland residences plotted over a 1994 aerial photograph of the city.

Other Iacano Families

Chuck's information about the family extended back to his Sicilian great-grandparents. His grandfather's parents were Francesco Iacono (which his sources said was spelled "Gacomo") and Francesca Rovetto.

His sources named two great uncles and a great aunt who migrated to South America. Another great uncle, Emmanuele, settled in Cleveland. His family may still have members living in Cleveland, but Chuck's family is no longer in touch with them. My research in Cleveland reveals several other potential relatives with similar family names. However, no information links them to this Iacano family.

• One of these families is the Louis Iacano family. In 1940, Louis was 57 (born in Italy before April 1883). His wife, Jenny, was 46 and also born in Italy. One 20-year-old daughter was living with them, Carrie, who was born in New York. Two sons, Joe and Angelo aged 13 and 12 respectively and both born in Ohio, were also part of this family. Carrie's birth in New York makes it relatively unlikely that they are related. This couple might have married as early as 1910 and as late as 1919.
• The census includes the Michael "Iacfnofno" family. In 1940, Michael was 45 (born in Italy before April 1895). His wife Clara Iacfnofno, age 42, was also born in Italy. The family included a son and a daughter: Lawerence, 16, and Mary, 15, both born in Ohio. This couple's marriage might have been between 1914 and 1923.
• I've searched for a marriage of Louis Iacano, with no result. I had presumed that Louis and Jenny married before emigrating from Italy, but I felt it worthwhile to explore this as a chance. 
• I've also searched for a marriage of their eldest daughter Carrie. No results show the name "Carrie," and results for variants of "Carol" do not include Louis Iacano or Jenny (with any surname) as parents.
• I searched also for a marriage of Joe Iacano with parents Louis and Jenny, without result.
• I searched for a marriage of Angelo Iacano with parents Louis and Jenny. Also without result.
• Searches for any with the family name "Iacfnofno" produce no results. I presume the name was mis-written by the census enumerator. Perhaps it should have been simply "Iacano" or a variant, perhaps as varied as "LoIacano," which is a family in Cleveland. However, neither searches for "Lawrence Iac*" nor "Lawrence LoIac*" produce results.

The Emmanuele Iacano family was indeed present in the 1940 Census.

Other Russo Families

Angelina Russo-Iacano's siblings included Biagio, Joseph, Tony, and Caroline. The information for Joseph, Tony, and Caroline are straightforward.

Other Blogna Families

Angelina Russo-Iacano's parents, Vincent Russo and Rosa Blogna-Russo also immigrated to Cleveland, as did at least one Aunt (Anna Blogna).
...to be continued in a later edit.

Just a brush is what we need

If we're lucky, Death brushes against us a few times in life. Sometimes the brush is a near miss, other times the brush occurs when a friend or relative meets Death. We can choose to learn from these close encounters, or we can shelter ourselves, repress our feelings, and refuse to grow.

Tom Kohn

Twenty years ago I had a near miss. I was in a training race on my bicycle, and a car collided with me as the driver turned off a one-lane bridge with poor sight lines. Unaware that the race course had inherent problems in safety, unknowing that the race organizer had not gained approval from the townships or counties involved, unable to know that nobody on my racing team would care enough to identify me when the ambulance came, and unfortunate that, faced with the need to answer hard questions, my racing companions would take flight and leave me bloody, unconscious, and seriously injured. But Death didn't finish his job with me, perhaps because enough angels came to my help and scared Death in his work. I survived after two weeks hospitalization, seven surgeries, and several years learning to cope with cognitive impairment. I learned that, if I retained a headstrong focus on cycling in dangerous situations, I might well die in another bike collision.

Chuck Derry

Ten years ago my husband Chuck had a long dance with Death. Days before we were to spend Spring Break in our favorite getaway, a doctor advised Chuck, "I don't like how this x-ray looks. This white area here, near your heart, shouldn't be there. Let's get a CT-scan, and get the ball rolling for surgery." It was a rare thymoma, one that wrapped around his heart. The surgery included removing the outer layer of tissue around his heart, because the surgeon suspected that cancer had bridged the gap between the thymus and the heart. After he recovered from the open-chest surgery, he was given radiation treatments to kill any remaining cancer cells in his chest. But the radiation also damaged his heart and lungs. A year later he needed stents to relieve arteries that had collapsed from radiation damage. A year after that, he needed open-chest surgery to replace several arteries with veins from his legs. But bleeding didn't stop after the surgery, so his chest was opened again to find and repair the bleeding areas. And then opened again for another surgery because more bleeders started up. Death waged a long campaign, but Chuck won each battle. I learned that the will to survive can allow us to prevail against catastrophic disease, and that the love of friends and family can foster the will and make recovery easier.

Tom with Louise Deneke-Kohn, 1913-1990

My mother's death was an example of a brush with Death where too many distractions kept me from learning and growing. Mom and I had a troubled time after I divorced my wife to live more honestly as a gay man. This changed when I met Chuck and, because of his influence, became more compassionate to Mom's loving concern. When mom died, I could hardly focus on her, because distractions and hostility came from my family who had never come to terms with a gay nephew, cousin, or brother. Her battle against Death was made lonelier by her family's grudging communication with me. I learned that the result of intolerance is complex, and it affects more victims than the obvious ones.

Florence Pounds-Iacano, 1924-2007

Aunt Florence, a life-long conservative follower of a retrograde Christian cult, had a long struggle against Death. For seven years, Florence personified the Iacano family's estrangement from Chuck after he met me, forged our commitment, and came out to relatives and friends. At one time, her minister had told her that speaking to Chuck would bring her everlasting damnation. Ironically, when Chuck visited her the day before her death, she could not speak because of intubation. Her eyes and unfaltering clasp of Chuck's hand could only imply her regret that she had been less compassionate than she should have been. I learned that we must express our love, overcome our own troubles, and accept our friends and family without condition. And we must do so long before that last moment when Death lurks at the doorway.

Barb Morton-Graham, 1935-2014

Chuck's cousin Barbara Morton-Graham died this morning at 4:40, before the sunrise of Easter. She called herself Ole' Bat, and might have been happy being called a tough old gal. When she exited from a marriage and needed to earn a living, she apprenticed as an electrician, and ended with a well-paying job at the Fernald nuclear energy plant. Working through its de-commissioning, she was in occasional proximity to fissable materials. But she felt it was better for her to be in danger than the young men she worked with, who had a full lifetime yet to enjoy. For years she battled against lung cancer and ensuing chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and the last few months were especially hard. I was able visit her occasionally in these last few weeks. Diagnosed and hospitalized a week ago with pneumonia that was never controlled, her breathing was labored over many days. Friday she was moved from hospital to hospice, and I was beside her yesterday evening while she slowly and bravely advanced toward Death. In the end, Death befriended her and relieved her of a compromised body.

Louise Ohnsat-Kohn, 1875-1959

Sitting there beside her, among her friends from the Motor Maids motorcycle club, I was reminded of the gathered daughters and daughters-in-law as my grandmother Louise Ohnsat-Kohn passed.

There was no hospice then in May 1959. The death watch occurred at home. The front bedroom, where great-grandparents' photos watched my grandparent's bed, was dark, the shades drawn, the curtains pulled together. Grandma was alone in the bed, but five young women stood, sat, or kneeled around the bed. Two of them—my mother Louise and my aunt Sr. Edna Louise—were registered nurses. Even these women well-versed in care and comfort were at the far reaches of what medicine could offer in 1959 rural Kansas. The palliatives were few: a dry towel to dab at sweat and tears, a moist cloth to wet the lips, a slow fan to move the air, a low murmur of another recitation of the rosary. The words repeated momentarily in my head, drawn again into the Catholic practice I had thought I have recovered from; one voice chants, "Hailmaryfullofgrace thelordiswiththee, blessedart-thouamongwomen, andblessedisthefruitofthywomb,Jesus." A throng of automatonic responses, "Holymarymotherofgod prayforussinners nowandatthehourofourdeath,Amen." Not quite a monotone, barely inflected, related to chant, but never a sweeping antiphon.

I realize now that the muddle of words was not a means of compressing the rosary to its alloted ten minutes (one credo and triad followed by five decades of an Our Father and ten Hail Marys), but of creating a low buzz that blocked the world outside the house, a white noise that dampened the curses and weeping from the men smoking in the front parlor, a somber music that balanced the flow of visiting neighbors and family who brought pies, cookies, hams, roasts, casseroled vegetables, potted stews, and repeated questions of the details of sickness and impending death.

Pulled back—Barbara stirred, coughed weakly—to the hospice room, with my dying cousin (no longer merely a cousin-in-law) and the ebb and flow of her friends, motocycle riders, lesbian couples, cat lovers, all part of the extended family of a pair of women, married—by the authority of the state of Ontario, Canada—now these ten years, six months, and seventeen days, and still lovers through these thirty years, five months, and nineteen days, who must now separate for a time.

Barbara and Marcia, about 1990

Notes for her biography

Barbara Morton-Graham, known to her close friends as Bat or Ol' Bat, was born 13 April 1935 to George Elwood Morton and Ethel Oracelia Derry in Alliance, Stark county, Ohio. She was their only child.
She married James Crawford Graham from [HOME UNKNOWN] on 15 Aug 1954 in Cleveland, Ohio. They lived in Ohio, Azusa CA, and San Anselmo, CA; and they had two sons: Anthony Crawford and James Chase.

Barbara created a new home with Marcia Gallas of North Miami Beach FL in Nov 1983, and they lived in Novato CA, Asheville NC, and Cincinnati OH. They celebrated their meeting date with their marriage on 8 Sep 2003 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Barbara is survived by her loving wife Marcia Gallas of Blue Ash, OH, sons Tony Graham and wife Vangie of Neshkoro, WI, James Graham and wife Peggy of Boulder Creek, CA, and grandchildren, Nikki Patten of Queen Creek, AZ, Kyle Graham of Tempe, AZ , Triona Graham and Brigid Graham of Vallejo, CA, Keiva Hummel of Oakland, CA, and Lauren Katz of Boulder Creek, CA. Cousins Charles Derry and husband Thomas Kohn of Palm Springs, CA, Denise Preucel and Max Gast of Cleveland, OH.

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