Ella was the eldest daughter of Charles Wesley DuVall, Sr. and his wife Margaret Sylvia. Charles DuVall, Sr. was born in Baltimore, the son of Thomas Jefferson DuVall and Jane Foreman; Sylvia was born in Baltimore as well but to a Portuguese father and an Irish mother. Charles Wesley, Sr. was a drygoods salesman but I have no idea who he worked for. He was one of 13 boys born between 1839 and 1862. All but six grew to manhood - giving Ella 6 uncles and 14+ first cousins. The family lived at 75 N. Caroline Street between Fayette and Orleans Street - those homes are long gone - torn out to make way for newer housing. Ella had 5 younger siblings: Laura M., born in 1880; Charity B. or "Chattie" as she was called, born in 1881; Jennie Hamilton, born in 1883, Charles Wesley "Wes", Jr., born in 1890; and Carrie A. DuVall, born in 1894. Ella lost two of her younger sisters, Laura and Jennie before 1900. Her brother Wes joined the Merchant Marines and served in the U.S. Navy during WWI. He was assigned to a sub chaser. He also served during WWII and came away with the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He was stationed for a good bit of time in the Mediterranean and North Africa. Charity married a man named Robert Key Groff and they had a daughter named Helen Margaret as well. Carrie married Charles R. Hand and had at least two children.
Ella died in 1968 at the age of 91. I vaguely remember seeing her once - she sat in a room full of elderly ladies all dressed in black in wheelchairs and I remember climbing up in her lap - only to be removed by my father - I was not yet three years old. She had suffered from what was either Alzheimers or dementia in her last days and would confuse my father with Wes or his brothers. I know now that the vision I have of her was in a nursing home. Dad did remember her and said that she was a grand lady but very strict. If he wasn't home from whatever he was doing by the appointed time, the house would be locked up tight and it would be very difficult to rouse anyone so he could actually get in the front door. If she went out anywhere, she always had to be "dressed". Dad apparently had great difficultly taking her to the movies and out anywhere because her dressing routine took hours. In some of the photos I have of her, however, she does look like she was a tremendous amount of fun - she's is always smiling back at the camera.
Ella died in 1968 at the age of 91. I vaguely remember seeing her once - she sat in a room full of elderly ladies all dressed in black in wheelchairs and I remember climbing up in her lap - only to be removed by my father - I was not yet three years old. She had suffered from what was either Alzheimers or dementia in her last days and would confuse my father with Wes or his brothers. I know now that the vision I have of her was in a nursing home. Dad did remember her and said that she was a grand lady but very strict. If he wasn't home from whatever he was doing by the appointed time, the house would be locked up tight and it would be very difficult to rouse anyone so he could actually get in the front door. If she went out anywhere, she always had to be "dressed". Dad apparently had great difficultly taking her to the movies and out anywhere because her dressing routine took hours. In some of the photos I have of her, however, she does look like she was a tremendous amount of fun - she's is always smiling back at the camera.
Ella was the eldest daughter of Charles Wesley DuVall, Sr. and his wife Margaret Sylvia. Charles DuVall, Sr. was born in Baltimore, the son of Thomas Jefferson DuVall and Jane Foreman; Sylvia was born in Baltimore as well but to a Portuguese father and an Irish mother. Charles Wesley, Sr. was a drygoods salesman but I have no idea who he worked for. He was one of 13 boys born between 1839 and 1862. All but six grew to manhood - giving Ella 6 uncles and 14+ first cousins. The family lived at 75 N. Caroline Street between Fayette and Orleans Street - those homes are long gone - torn out to make way for newer housing. Ella had 5 younger siblings: Laura M., born in 1880; Charity B. or "Chattie" as she was called, born in 1881; Jennie Hamilton, born in 1883, Charles Wesley "Wes", Jr., born in 1890; and Carrie A. DuVall, born in 1894. Ella lost two of her younger sisters, Laura and Jennie before 1900. Her brother Wes joined the Merchant Marines and served in the U.S. Navy during WWI. He was assigned to a sub chaser. He also served during WWII and came away with the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He was stationed for a good bit of time in the Mediterranean and North Africa. Charity married a man named Robert Key Groff and they had a daughter named Helen Margaret as well. Carrie married Charles R. Hand and had at least two children.
Ella died in 1968 at the age of 91. I vaguely remember seeing her once - she sat in a room full of elderly ladies all dressed in black in wheelchairs and I remember climbing up in her lap - only to be removed by my father - I was not yet three years old. She had suffered from what was either Alzheimers or dementia in her last days and would confuse my father with Wes or his brothers. I know now that the vision I have of her was in a nursing home. Dad did remember her and said that she was a grand lady but very strict. If he wasn't home from whatever he was doing by the appointed time, the house would be locked up tight and it would be very difficult to rouse anyone so he could actually get in the front door. If she went out anywhere, she always had to be "dressed". Dad apparently had great difficultly taking her to the movies and out anywhere because her dressing routine took hours. In some of the photos I have of her, however, she does look like she was a tremendous amount of fun - she's is always smiling back at the camera.
Ella died in 1968 at the age of 91. I vaguely remember seeing her once - she sat in a room full of elderly ladies all dressed in black in wheelchairs and I remember climbing up in her lap - only to be removed by my father - I was not yet three years old. She had suffered from what was either Alzheimers or dementia in her last days and would confuse my father with Wes or his brothers. I know now that the vision I have of her was in a nursing home. Dad did remember her and said that she was a grand lady but very strict. If he wasn't home from whatever he was doing by the appointed time, the house would be locked up tight and it would be very difficult to rouse anyone so he could actually get in the front door. If she went out anywhere, she always had to be "dressed". Dad apparently had great difficultly taking her to the movies and out anywhere because her dressing routine took hours. In some of the photos I have of her, however, she does look like she was a tremendous amount of fun - she's is always smiling back at the camera.
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