“Sometime I’ll Dance It One Time”

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 15: Brick Wall

PROMPT: Brick Walls—we all have them. This would be a good week to write down what you know about your brick wall problem. (Sometimes just writing about it can help!) You could write about an ancestor who used to be a brick wall. Or get creative—maybe an ancestor who was a bricklayer?

People still went to work in 1918 and wore face masks to protect against the spread of influenza.
COURTESY EVERETT COLLECTION

Although I have numerous “brick walls,” i.e., “dead ends” in my genealogy research, I chose for this week’s assignment to instead use my own current obstacle to moving forward: the pandemic.

At times lately, I feel that I have “hit a wall.” I attribute this to several factors:

  • The realization that over an entire year has now passed. I have been quarantined, masked, and staying in my pod pretty much exclusively for going on fourteen months. My Facebook memories from one year ago pop up and are indistinguishable from anything I might post today. It’s a sort of déjà vu all over again (as Yogi would add.)
  • My daughter’s current situation: She will soon have earned her Masters degree. Only one full semester and one partial semester were held in person: the majority of her two-year degree was spent in virtual classes, lessons, and performances. Appropriately, her hard work will be capped by a commencement taking place virtually as well. Understandably, I don’t get a sense that she has a strong desire to celebrate what should be a monumental accomplishment.
  • Despite having been fully vaccinated, I feel no different than I did before. I don’t consider the vaccine a “Get Out of Jail Free” card. With staggering numbers of new positive cases daily where I live, I’m still not comfortable venturing out very much at all. Thus, I am still living the same circumscribed existence to which I have become accustomed for the past thirteen months.

Personal projects I began with much enthusiasm early in the pandemic have provided joy and motivation, this 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks challenge included. Lately, however, even these personal endeavors do not ignite the “spark” as predictably as they did earlier in the pandemic.

I am at least comforted by the fact that I am not alone. A recent New York Times article entitled “We Have All Hit a Wall” detailed this phenomenon.

It’s not just me.

Natasha Rajah, a professor of psychiatry at McGill University who specializes in memory and the brain, said the longevity of the pandemic — endless monotony laced with acute anxiety — had contributed to a sense that time was moving differently, as if this past year were a long, hazy, exhausting experience lasting forever and no time at all. The stress and tedium, she said, have dulled our ability to form meaningful new memories.”

  • I have begun entertaining thoughts of travel–short trips by car. But every so often, I also indulge in fantasizing about flying again and “revenge travel.” This begs the question, is it because I am dreaming of travel that I am having difficulty focusing? Or is the fact that I am struggling to focus causing me to escape into dreamland? Chicken or egg?

If “revenge travel” is a term unfamiliar to you, I submit the following:

“Many Americans and those around the world had their vacations altered or outright canceled last year, so they are all looking to satisfy their travel itch at the same time. The term is also retribution against COVID-19 and how it is losing its power to control our lives, including canceling travel plans.”

“Revenge Travel” Will Be All the Rage in the Next Few Years”, by Caroline Bologna for Huffington Post.

In thinking about this assignment, I found myself wondering: What interruptions, hardships, inconveniences, loss of income, and loss of life did my ancestors who lived during the so-called “Spanish flu” face? Would reading about their hardships and inconveniences make processing my own any easier?

As far as the former question, here is what I found:

Mark Cathcart on left. Photo probably taken at Camp Funston, ca. 1917

Mark Braden Cathcart (1897-1992). I had heard recently from a family member that my Great Uncle had been very close to succumbing to influenza. While I can’t speak to the severity of his illness, I have been able to confirm that he did indeed battle the virus.

The Winchester Star
Winchester, Kansas – 11 Oct 1918
The Winchester Star – Winchester, Kansas – 18 Oct 1918

Mark no sooner recovered than another ancestor–also a young soldier-in-training at Camp Funston–contracted the virus: Raphael Sloop McDermond (1896-1942)–the brother-in-law of my great granduncle, James Cameron “Cam” Curry (1881-1950).

The 1918 influenza ward at Camp Funston, Kansas

Camp Funston–within the Fort Riley complex–where these ancestors trained was essentially Ground Zero for the pandemic of 1918. The influenza virus was thought to have originated in Haskell County, Kansas, and made its presence known at Camp Funston shortly thereafter. From this reference, it’s easy to see how the virus would have spread quickly:

Camp Funston, at Fort Riley, was the largest training facility in the Army, full of makeshift non-insulated barracks, housing 250 soldiers each. It teemed with soldiers from all over the Midwest, training for duty in France.

‘They trained over 50,000 troops at a time who all lived in close quarters. The Army was cognizant that it needed to help our French and British Allies out, so there was no questioning, they were sending troops out — soldiers were being sent that had flu-like symptoms,’ said Robert Smith, supervisory curator for Fort Riley Museums.Troops traveled by train from the Midwest to ports, then boarded ships bound for the war. Recruits were being shifted from camp to camp by the thousands and they were taking with them fatigue and it made for easy exposure. The infections and disease followed,’ Smith said.Along the way, the virus mutated, many times. It hit people in waves, becoming more virulent each time. The first wave in the winter of 1918 was serious. The second wave — during the summer, when many of the soldiers were on the Western Front — was deadly,’ Smith said. ‘The third wave came during the fall, when troops were returning.‘”

”How a Killer Flu Spread from Western Kansas to the World” by Beccy Tanner for Huffington Post


At about the same time across the Atlantic, another young soldier, John “Lloyd” Keys, Sr. (1888-1948)–my 1st cousin 2X removed–battled the virus in a hospital in France while on active duty. (The Winchester Star – Winchester, Kansas – 15 Nov 1918.)


Another Winchester native, Foy Curry (1899-1981)–my 1st cousin 2X removed–was away at college in Pennsylvania during the pandemic. He wrote home that nearly half of the Geneva College faculty and student body had contracted influenza. (The Winchester Star – Winchester, Kansas – 18 Oct 1918.)

Foy Adams Curry

More ancestors in Newton, Kansas, became very ill: Charles Clayton Curry (1886-1951)–my 2nd cousin 2X removed and his mother-in-law, Eldora “Dora” Leigan Ross (1871-1938). (The Winchester Star – Winchester, Kansas – 25 Oct 1918.)

Sons of Samuel Hunter Curry. Charles Clayton Curry was the second oldest son.


Meanwhile, in Pittsburg, Kansas, Maude Elizabeth Laney (1901-2006)–my 3rd cousin 2X removed–had a disjointed senior year of high school due to interruptions in the school year caused both by World War I as well as the influenza epidemic. (Pittsburg Kansan – Pittsburg, Kansas – 30 May 1919.)

She must not have allowed those disruptions to deter her ambitions: she went on to become a faculty member at Pittsburg High School–her alma mater–where she taught French and Spanish for many years.

Maude Laney, Faculty: Pittsburg High School yearbook photos – 1936 and 1948


Perhaps the strangest thing I found were a couple of columns in The Winchester Star about a suggested preventive for influenza: skunks! But, really, is this idea any more ridiculous than the absurdity of our former President suggesting that injecting bleach might be considered?

The Winchester Star
Winchester, Kansas 27 Dec 1918
The Winchester Star
Winchester, Kansas 03 Jan 1918

So, I am not certain whether the information I have found here will help me to better combat the malaise I have found myself in lately during this pandemic. But reading what I have and then realizing that, following several years of my ancestors’ lives having been turned upside down, a certain normalcy eventually returned does give me some amount of comfort and inspiration.

Just as the decadent “Roaring 20s” followed the pandemic of 1918-1919, there are those already predicting “parties and excess” and attempts, particularly by young people, to “reclaim [the] lost pandemic year,” predicting the “Roaring 2020’s.”

Perhaps a tutorial on dancing The Charleston is in order.

“Sometime you'll dance it one time
The dance called the Charleston
Made in South Caroline”

—“The Charleston” Lyrics by Cecil Mack, Music by James P. Johnson. 1923

6 thoughts on ““Sometime I’ll Dance It One Time””

  1. I do think that this is your most insightful & brilliant blog – ever. A glittering diamond in a treasure chest of gems!

    Yes, we all have CovidBrain: that astonishing malady that can make the most caring & accomplished persons feel joyless & hopeless…or make a truly lost individual go out, buy a gun & use it immediately in this violent society of ours. I also think our four years under a hateful liar have injured our collective psyches.

    I care deeply about Camp Funston & the Kansas Flu. Yes, there are important parallels between that period of time & now. I am amazed at your deep research into our shared ancestors’ lives. Who knew that the Winchester Star could add so much to our knowledge about the spread of that global pandemic?

    Thanks for this glittering diamond of a blog! Jack & I had decided that our pet-owning days had come to an end, but perhaps a virus-repellant pet skunk would allow us to host over-night visitors & dinner parties again.

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    1. Carol, thank you so much for your compliments. And thank you for further validating my current emotional state. I have found that when “CovidBrain” takes hold, it’s far easier–especially since I am out of work–to just “go with the flow” and wait until it passes. But writing helps. So do messages from friends and family. And laughs! Thank you for your last line!

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  2. All I can think is that the skunk farmer had no contact with people because of the stench! People were avoiding that stinky community, too. Very good article. It has been an odd year. I’m not quite myself.

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    1. Very good point! “Enforced” social distancing, 1918 style! I’m trying to imagine the housewives of the time trying in vain to get that stench out of carpets and drapes!

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  3. Susan, this gave me a lift today when I sorely needed it. I’m grappling with the realization that, though we are well vaccinated, because of the pandemic situation in Europe, it will likely be many more months before we can visit our 7-month-old grandson, Nayan Aleksandr Aroor Cathcart (yes, a Cathcart!) in Zurich. Skype will have to do until then.

    Mark Cathcart lived in Lawrence, didn’t he? I seem to remember that when I was a TA at KU, at least one of my students called him while trying to reach me.

    I have no doubt skunks would be very effective in preventing infectious disease!

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    1. Yes, Marilyn. Mark lived in Lawrence, later in Arizona.

      A grandson in Zürich! Oh you MUST go visit when it is safe to do so! I hear that Germany is starting to slowly open up again. I’m not sure about the rest of Europe. But isn’t it great that we have Skype and platforms like it?!

      Thank you for reading, Marilyn, and I’m glad it was a boost to the spirit! We ALL need those “perks” during this time!

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