Big Sister Without a Name
My father, Robert Milo Wallin (1923-1993) spent nearly all of his life thinking he was the oldest child in his family. But things aren’t always what they seem to be, particularly in genealogy.
Dad was born in Nebraska in 1923, in a hospital rather than at home—very unusual for that place and time. As the years went by, he was joined by Helen in 1926, Richard in 1927, and then little Janet in 1932.
From early childhood, a big part of Robert’s identity was his position as oldest child. He was a typical firstborn—responsible, mature, hardworking, serious—a liaison between the adults and the younger kids, trying to set a good example. (Those of you who are firstborn, as I am, know what I mean.) He went off to World War II, writing letters home to his parents and younger siblings—reassuring his parents and sisters and trying to keep his brother from ending up on the front lines like he was. (story here)
The years went by, until Dad was a businessman in his sixties, applying for a passport so he could attend a conference in London. Part of the process was obtaining a certified copy of his birth certificate—and when it arrived, there it was in black and white: “Number of children of this mother born alive and now living -1. Born alive but now dead -1.”
Dad then remembered hearing long-ago whispers among his aunts about a baby girl who died. And suddenly he understood the likely reason his mother went to a hospital when he was born (and a good thing, since he was a breach birth). Why hadn’t his older sister ever been talked about openly as he was growing up? Why wasn’t she remembered, and mourned? Probably because it wasn’t the Swedish way to “dwell on the past” or “stir up sad memories.” So, Dad let it lie, and now he is gone, too… Recently I decided it was time to find out more, if I could.
Although my father died many years ago, his youngest sister is still alive. I asked her what she knew about this mysterious child, and she said that she had heard whispers, too—but she had always been too hesitant to bring up the subject with her mother. She asked that I let her know what I found out. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who wanted to know more.
Then I went to my favorite resource for vital records info (www.cdc.gov) and followed the instructions for obtaining old Nebraska birth and death records. No luck there, however. I was told that neither event was recorded—or if they were, the records are lost now.
I wish I could have discovered more about this little baby girl, who was my aunt. But this is one sad event from long ago that seems destined remain a mystery.
A few weeks after I wrote this, a generous findagrave.com volunteer named Kay Cynova traveled to Fridhem Lutheran Cemetery in Hordville, where I suspected the Wallins might be buried. (I had tried to contact the church with no success.) She found the graves of my great-grandparents, who were two of the charter members of that church—and nearby, in a second Wallin family plot, a small stone for Irene B. Wallin, 1921-1921. I feel quite certain this is the one, as my father remembered the name “Irene” being spoken in hushed tones by his aunts. At least now she has a name.
About Susan Wallin Mosey
Susan Wallin Mosey is the administrator at an elder law firm in Aurora, Illinois. When she’s not at work she likes to do genealogy for fun and profit. Storytelling is one of her favorite aspects of genealogy, as can be seen on her blog, Pages from the Ancestry Binders. Another special interest is Amish genealogy. Sue has been doing genealogy as a hobby for about 20 years and has been putting together ancestry binders for others since 2011. She is a member of the Association of Professional Genealogists and the National Genealogical Society. Sue lives in Yorkville, Illinois with her husband Gary. Her website can be found at www.ancestrybinders.com and she can be reached at email@example.com.