Friday, January 11, 2008

Our Ancestral Puzzle – Putting All The Pieces Together

By
Linda Kocheran Tygenhof

Mary Kocheran and a Friend


My grandparents Mary and John came from the “old” country, now Ukraine, near the city of Uzgorod, near the Carpathian Mountains. They were Russian Orthodox and brought their religion to the new country. The map shows the area where John and Mary Kocheran once lived. Please read more about Transcarpathia and our grandparents ancestral home here: http://www.simkovich.org/carpatho-rusyns.carpathorussianhistory.htm





The early 20th century posed many problems for foreign immigrants. Upon arrival to the US, learning the English language was a difficult obstacle. There were no programs set up for them to attend and learn English . The fact is, they LEARNED to speak in their new tongue - English. Immigrants learned the hard way by listening over and over to their friends, coworkers, and sometimes their own children who attended public school. Janos and Maria (my grandparents’ “old country” names) could not read or write. Education was not available to peasants in the old country.

In the early 1900’s, Europe as it exists today was entirely different. I wanted to know their birthplaces, why they left their homeland for the United States of America? Where did they reside once they settled here? What about their family; where is everyone located and how many of us are there?

A one-way steerage ticket back in the 1900’s was about $30.00 and passengers in their home country were able to purchase these tickets without making reservations. Getting aboard was “first come, first serve” for steerage. Representatives or “free lance artists” from the shipping lines would travel throughout European countries selling these tickets. Before 1900 passports were not required. Janos would need to obtain his passport somewhere around his place of birth. That might have been Uzhorod, Ukraine, the administrative center of the country.

Janos would have traveled from Ferszio Senewir, Hungary, and perhaps board a train at Uzhorod to Hamburg to board the President Lincoln. Traveling to the port would not be easy. If he could not afford a train, Janos might have traveled by wagon, donkey, or even on foot to wait to board the ship. While waiting, he would need to get his paperwork in order. A US visa would be required from the American consul.

After approximately ten days aboard the ship the President Lincoln, Janos arrived at Ellis Island, New York at the age of twenty-seven on May 24, 1913. His name on the immigration certificate showed the spelling of his last name as “Kuczerhan”. The first name was listed as Janos. For identification purposes, Janos would have had his country of origin’s documentation with him otherwise he would not be permitted to stay in the United States. Inspectors operated under strict orders not to make any changes on the immigrant’s documentation. And, these inspectors were comprised of immigrants themselves who knew many foreign languages. Therefore, it was easier for correct documentation to be processed. However, many years later it would prove to be like searching for a needle in a haystack for those of us who did not know our ancestor’s true names.

Our family’s surname and birthplace was found because of a site I found entitled Ukraine.com. I joined the site to be able to access the Genealogy Forum, hoping to find my grandparents and their place of birth. I could not speak Ukrainian. My father, however, can speak and understand a little Slovak. As a little girl even I picked up a few phrases that to this day I do not know they mean.

Janos, approximately five foot seven inches with blond hair and blue eyes had left his wife Maria and baby daughter Irene in the old country. Janos sailed to the United States, would travel to Export, Pennsylvania to find work as a coal miner, and save for ship fare for Maria to come and join him.

Maria and Irene had escaped the advancing war that would destroy their country. They would have to travel through Poland and to the Netherlands to board the ship Rotterdam for America. As an adult, I now can only begin to understand the anxiety, fear, and uncertainty that Maria must have felt leaving her homeland with a tiny, young daughter, alone, with hopes of peace, freedom, and prosperity. After all, there were no cell phones, let alone telephones. Telegrams were the mode of communication at the turn of the century.

World War I started about the time of my grandmother's departure from Europe with the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife on June 28, 1914. The killer was found, arrested and found to be Serbian. Austria then issued an ultimatum to the Serbian government and with Austria’s alliance with Germany, declared war on Serbia July 28, 1914. Russia was an ally of Serbia and Germany went on to declare war on Russia and France. In a matter of days, Britain would escalate the war further by declaring war on Germany.

Janos and Maria were from Carpatho-Ruthenia (Latin version) or Carpatho-Russia or what is now the Ukraine. Janos and Maria had this location placed on their immigration papers. With the help of my new Ukrainian friends at Ukraine.com, they were able to tell me the area as it is known today: Synevirska Polyanian Mizhirskij rajon, district Zakarpatska oblast, Ukraine.
This has been a search of love, love for my parents, Steve and Theresa, and Mary and John, my grandparents. I wish as a child I had asked more questions, been more interested in their lives, and spent more time with them. Ah, well, someday I plan to ask them hundreds of questions when we meet again in heaven!!
Thank you Skip Magyar, Cheryl Silverio Eimer, Sue Harper (Irene Kocheran Payton's grandaughter), Bob Delong for all their help in closing up the ties to the story.

go here to see pictures of old Uzhorod at the time of Grandpa and Gram. http://ungvar.vox.com.ua/

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Aunt Irene in blue dress

My daughter, Heather, grandson Devon and Donald




Betty Payton (above), daughter of Irene Payton





Sophie Kocheran Silverio and Cheryl







Dad's 80th Birthday with me, Linda and Mom








My Dad, Steve


Devon, Heather, Theresa & Steve Kocheran











Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Thanks to my cousin Bob Delong for this picture of his mother Mary and my aunt Louise Magyar. Mary, bless her heart is with Gram and Grandpa and our dear Lord.

Beautiful family


Cousins - A Blast from the Past


The Kocheran Family Ancestral Home



Ferszio Senewir, Hungary, today known as Synevirska Polyanain Mizhirskij raion.......district > Zakarpatska oblast > Ukraine, zip 90040. At the turn of the last century, this region was called Marmarosh.


At the age of 29, Janos Kuczerhan arrived at Ellis Island, New York on May 24, 1913. He left behind his wife, Mary and young daughter Irene. Janos came to find work as a coal miner in Pennsylvania to make a better life for his family. Janos was approximately 5'7" with blond hair and blue eyes.


Janos was married to Mary (Rosco) (Father: John Rosco) or Maria which shows on the Rotterdam's ship manifest. He left his wife Maria and baby daughter Irene who would join him later in August 1914. Janos was naturalized in 1936 as John Kocherhan. Birthdate approx: 1884.


After arriving in the US, he traveled to Westmoreland County, Export, PA with a friend Josef Mehacz.
At the turn of the last century 1900, this region was called Marmarosh. Grandpa referred to this town in some of his papers. His official "nativity" on the manifest is Ruthenian - Hungarian.

I want to thank my dear new friends in the Ukraine at Ukraine.com for their help in finding my beloved grandparents. Thank you Hannia, Caroln, and Serhii................Linda Kocheran Tygenhof

Thursday, January 3, 2008


Linda (Kocheran) Tygenhof and her husband, Ray at Mount Vernon, Virginia, the home of President George Washington. 2004, December


Here is Steve Kocheran, Jr., aka "Butch", Linda's brother. He lives in Paris, France and we communicate daily via Messenger. He loves his European life. Ray and I plan on visiting next fall.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Steve "Coach" Kocheran, my dad

My dad has always been my hero. Throughout my childhood and adult years, Dad remained our rock. He was our provider, mentor, educator (he taught history), coach (coached football, track & basketball), and shoulder for all the tears shed in the family. And, yes, I was the "princess" in a family of boys. I have 3 brothers.

Dad is still my rock. Distance does not keep us from talking several times a week. He and Mom are always there for me.

Dad always wanted to ride our horse RSK. RSK is a gentle quarter horse. His sire is Royal Silver King, a champion cutting horse during the 1980's. RSK has taken my grandchildren on rides. RSK also provided joy to an autistic child. So when Dad wanted to ride RSK in the round pen, I didn't think twice about it. RSK is now 18 years old but thinks he's still a youngster. When he's out on trail, his endurance is still great and you better be prepared for trotting and a fast walk.