tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48154178638069703072024-03-12T16:32:26.034-07:00Skeletons In The ClosetThis will be my story to tell on my own terms, of fulfilling my lifelong dream of discovering the real history of my family. I do not choose between good and bad. It is what it is. I make no apologies to anyone who reads this.Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-5678402228382432962013-08-30T17:22:00.000-07:002013-08-30T17:22:44.360-07:00How To Build The "Perfect Grandfather"<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My paternal Pipe` (Grandpa), Andre` Cyrille Guerin faced that decision. He sailed from France on the Sicilian, leaving out of Port Le Havre, on 11 Jul 1910 and arriving in Montreal, P.Q., Canada, on 20 Jul 1910. Based on the Border Crossing document shown below, Andre's father, Narcisse` (Nelson), had previously sailed on ahead of his son and made contact with, and arranged for a place for both he and his son to stay in P.Q., Canada with friends. Having this contact, provided an opportunity for Andre` to earn himself some spending money in the amount of $200, which he would need when he reached his ultimate destination, which was in Sweet Grass, Montana to visit his older sister, Blanche M. and her new family. Their visit would last a total of 8 months, starting in Oct. 1910, and ending in May 1911. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It would be 14 months later, before Andre` sailed on his 2nd adventure from France to Forget, Saskatchewan, P.Q., Canada, arriving on 8 Jul 1912. The ship was again the Sicilian. Upon arrival, he was met by and was graciously hosted by a good friend named Emile Dechiel. This time his stay would last for 6 months, before Andre` once again crossed the Canadian Border into the U.S. on 31 Dec. 1912/01 Jan. 1913. Just as the manifest card below shows, this time Andre` entered into Mooers Forks, N.Y., where he then stayed with a second friend named Joseph Snide and Joseph's wife Maureen. Andre` had only $40 to his name this time around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When we grow up and leave the family nest for the 1st time, and we step out into the big scary world as young naive souls, many of us are still wearing that pair of<br />Rose Colored glasses when we make those first choices. The plan is to do whatever it takes to realize our hopes and dreams. This is all happening long before we learn that there are other forces out there such as life, karma, and fate who have other plans for our lives. I am quite sure that when my Pipe`, Cyrille Andre` Guerin first stepped off the Sicilian and onto vast new land in Quebec, Canada, many plans and thoughts were racing through his head. As humans, we all like to believe that we are in control; that is until the other forces begin to step in to remind us that is not the case. I believe that our lives are the end result of a mix of our own personal choices, fate, karma, and choices made by our ancestors. What truly was the motivating factor that drove Andre` to leave his childhood home in Souzy, France to chase a dream in the new country of America? We may never know. Andre` had no idea what his future held for him when he made his journey; but thankfully because of it, I am here to write about it!</span></div>
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Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-76212497435628283902013-05-15T10:55:00.000-07:002013-05-15T10:55:18.318-07:00The Times, They Are A Changing<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some people say that life is about change, and acceptance. But, while some things change, others will stay the same through many generations. While hindsight is 20/20, that only holds true when we are willing to admit our errors, and remain focused on the end result. Looking back on my past 10 years of researching all of my family lines, there is 1 thread they all have in common. They all began having their families at an early age.Now, there were many reasons for this, and many of them had large families by the time they were done. They lived through very hard times, including droughts and diseases which sometimes led to the death of their young children.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The current generations are no different than their predecessors; except nowadays the family size is much smaller. My own mother gave birth to me when she was only 18. I, in turn had my first child at the young age of 16. My son was just 18, when his daughter was born. Then, finally, my own granddaughter, Norma Hazel decided at a young age that she wanted to have a child of her own. And, just like all parents and grandparents before us, at first,we were not very happy about it, simply due to her young age. We never want our children to make the same mistakes in life that we do. We want nothing but the best for our children, and we want them to have a better life than we had. </span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Over the past 2 years, I have witnessed my granddaughter's growth into quite a lovely and strong young woman. She is now the mother of a beautiful baby girl named Elena Marie, and I have been blessed to come to know of her through Facebook. I really look forward to when I can meet her face to face. Yes, I am probably one of the youngest great grandmothers, being only 57 years old. I never got to meet my great grandmother. My further hope is to instill an interest in furthering our family history in both Norma and Elena. I will spend time with them telling them stories about my life, and about the lives of my parents. My own parents and grandparents never did that. Somewhere, that became a lost tradition. I plan to re-new that old tradition. Elena is already showing positive signs of being an early and quick learner. I want to thank my beautiful granddaughter, Norma for giving permission to use both her's and Elena's pictures in this post.</span><br />
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Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-11436356385053367952013-04-18T10:56:00.000-07:002013-04-29T12:49:10.695-07:00Making Good From The Bad - Claude Wheeler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The innocent one was the end result of an illicit affair between Clarence Gray and Flora Wheeler. Clarence and Flora were both native to Barton; Clarence born in 1874, Flora born in 1882. This affair and the ensuing pregnancy brought the wrath of Mr. and Mrs. George F. Wheeler down upon their daughter, Flora. Being only 18 years of age, she was thrown out of the house. Now, with no place to live, no immediate prospects for a husband to provide a family and much needed support, a baby on the way, and no idea how she was going to support herself. By the time the enumerator came around, door to door, for the taking of the 1900 U.S. Federal Census, in June 23 - 30th day, Flora and baby were renting a room at a boarding house. They were still in Barton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Jump ahead to April 7, 1904. Sam Nelson's and Flora Wheeler's wedding day. It was Sam's second and Flora's first marriages. Sam's first wife died in childbirth along with their third child. As per the norm back then, the husband had the responsibility to find a new wife to be the mother of his children. Thus, it was a relatively fair trade. Flora helps to raise his two kids, and Sam agrees to help raise her child. As for Claude, it is definitely clear that the farming life was not for him, because by 1920, Claude had left Sam's farm to join the U.S. Navy. He was enumerated on the ship, The Philadelphia, while in port in Philadelphia, PA. Claude served his country quite well in the Navy, as a Quarter Master 3 during WWI, and survived to come home without any permanent injuries or loss of limbs. He then turned his attention to working as a coal miner, marrying a lovely lady named Nevada Bragg from West Virginia, and raising their daughter, Flora Anne. Claude later lost his wife in 1952.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">History does not record the pitfalls and achievements of the common man. All the paper trails that humankind generates in a lifetime, does <u>not</u> automatically connect the dots for us. It is for us to go in search, and find the millions of dots which are scattered to the four winds, to connect them, much like we did as children in our activity books. Claude Wheeler's life was very much like those tiny little dots as he went from beginning his life as an emotionally labeled and scarred infant of one biological man. Then several years later, he becomes the step-son of his mother's husband. Then, in July 10, 1973, when Claude lost his valiant battle with cancer; for strange reasons still unknown to me at this time, another, completely different man is suddenly listed as Claude's natural father.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-12828606740822125512013-04-10T15:38:00.000-07:002013-04-10T15:38:23.216-07:00Sam's Life in Letters<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">How will you be remembered when you are gone? Would you want your loved ones to honor your memory with a song, a poem, or a story? My maternal Great Grandfather, Samuel B. Nelson was an alumni from Dartmouth College in New Hampshire. He began writing letters to the college in 1934, and the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine began publishing these letters. I have copies of a series of 6 such letters, that you will find below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In this first letter, written by Sam, which was published in the May 1934 issue, he reports that he has 5 sons, and 13 grandchildren. At this point in time, the AAA (Agricultural Adjustment Act), had ordered him to reduce his milk production, but the writer of this magazine doubts that Sam had done so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The 2nd letter was also written by Sam, and it was in the June 1934 issue. He spoke of plenty of snow on the slopes for skiing. He had a recent visit from his son, Forrest and his wife, and all 5 granddaughters. Sam now has 18 grandchildren to brighten his days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Letter number 3 was again written by Sam, and either there was a very lengthy period of time between letters, or possibly there are missing letters, as this one was published in January 1940. Sam had just added another grandchild making the count 19 to date. He is back to walking with a cane, just like he did in his senior year at college. His letter was dated December 1, and based on the statements made in the latter part of the article, there were concerns that possibly Sam would have difficulties making it through the holidays.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sam's 4th letter, published in the June 1940 issue, would prove to be his last. This time, he spoke of having his "full quota of grandchildren", and was still keeping up hope for his last 2 sons and 1 daughter to be married and start having children. Sam's kids are scattered to the 4 winds, so for the first time ever in 50 years of marriage, Sam & Flora are alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was no letter in this issue, because Samuel Boody Nelson had died. In place of a letter, the Alumni Magazine published the complete obituary for Sam. The obituary was sent by Mrs. Nelson along with a short note to the class secretary. In it, she wrote that he had passed away after a slight shock, followed by a heart attack. Since timing is very important when determining the course of events in your ancestor's past, it would be good to know exactly how much time had passed between "a slight shock" and the "heart failure". Also good to know, is why Mrs. Nelson referred to the event as a "slight shock". Would a "slight shock" cause a heart attack? I doubt it very much. Logic tells us, that it would take a pretty major shock, unless there was evidence of a prior heart condition. That evidence has not, thus far, manifested itself. It is possible that Mrs. Nelson was being polite in writing about her husband's demise.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ever since I have been researching the lives and deaths of my Sam Nelson and family, I have now uncovered the biggest family secret so far. Sam & Flora had 2 children who never married, son, Floyd, and daughter, Kathleen. That was because they decided that they were in love with each other, and were going to live together as husband and wife. Now, Floyd was 14 years older than Kathleen. I have confirmed that in 1940, both Floyd and Kathleen left the family home, and even moved from the state of Vermont. I have not yet found evidence to support a theory of both of them leaving together. However; I did locate Floyd in the 1940 U.S. Federal Census, renting a room in the large home of Donald Keller, and Floyd was working at the local hospital as an orderly. Kathleen's obituary states that she left Vermont in 1940. There is no mention of exactly where she moved to. When they made the decision to live together as such, they also decided to have children. I can imagine the shame and horror that Sam & Flora felt. There were 2 children from this union. First a son, Larry born in 1948, then a daughter, Flora born in 1952.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After all that had transpired within the family, it was another 5 years before a final letter was received. My Great Grandma Flora wrote this one. Nothing earth shattering was reported; only an update on all the kids and their families. At the end of the letter, Flora writes about the pleasure that Sam received from all the countless cards over the years from his college classmates at Dartmouth. I believe it was this in the end that gave Sam a small sense of relief, to help him mentally escape the stressed caused by the fraction of his family!</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-25348887577222115962013-04-04T11:46:00.000-07:002013-04-04T11:46:55.087-07:00"My Family Tree is Full of Nuts!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is a statement that I have no doubt in my mind that many other genealogists have made or at least thought of. To an outsider, it might seem like one was trying to say in a nice way, how dysfunctional their families are. I prefer to view it as a term of endearment to describe members of families who bring fun, excitement, and even some silliness to the otherwise mundane, boring and sometimes tedious table of life! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We all need to inspire and develop a good sense of humor and not be afraid to laugh at ourselves. It has long been said that :Laughter is the best medicine!" , and in the world we live in today, it is desperately needed. Sometimes, the humor is not recognized or acknowledged in a single event until years later. Allowing ourselves to get caught up in a pressure cooker situation or environment for too long a time, will gradually drain us of who we once were. Be brave enough to intentionally inject a little humor during those times, and it will release a bit of that pressure before it is too late, and the explosion occurs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's nice to take advantage of the digital and social media world we live in. Now we can easily capture, with the "click" of a mouse, amusing, family memories to add in a digital file, or print to be placed in an old school family photo album. And, lets <u>Not</u> forget to write a short silly note to go with them, for later in life to enjoy these precious moments again. Besides that, pics like these are great to show the future children of the people in them; and as disbelieving as it may be, it will show and attest to the humanity of them to their children. Let's face it, one of the best methods of revenge that parents have, is to be an embarrassment in front of their children's friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now to the darker side of humor. How many genealogists, I wonder, can write that they had a grandmother who brought her camera to a family funeral? While many would be totally floored at this idea, and the family member who passed it on to me was shocked by it, I found some silly humor in it. I also examined the photo from a family historian's perspective. And, don't forget, we are known as "Those weird people who go looking for cemeteries to roam through." Why, we have even been known to take pictures of headstones! So, a bit of morbid humor? I say, a resounding, YES!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Next, there is motherly humor. Depending on the mother/child relationship, that level and type of humor can take many twists and turns, and take many forms. What may begin as a gentle tickle session, moves on to a toss in the air, then as time moves on, becomes a wrestling hold that you learn on TV. Now thew cool-headed, multi-tasking mom can restrain her child in this hold and continue a conversation with another person. And, who couldn't resist a little personal one on one time with a smile like that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now, the best one for last. We have the star of a family who isn't afraid to let her hair down, and strike a pose for a fun pic. When I look at her in this pic, I am reminded of my youth when I felt and acted the same way. Do I miss it? You better believe that I do! This too, will be shared and added to my family tree. you know, the one that I said in the beginning is full of nuts? But, you know something else? I love each and everyone of them, and nobody else could possibly take their place in my family tree.</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-61704368152471752042013-03-26T11:15:00.000-07:002013-03-26T11:17:16.264-07:00The Fire That RootsTech 2013 Started!<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The best 2 1/2 days that I spent, and felt so very fortunate to be able to watch, listen, & learn while the annual technology & genealogical conference was streaming for free on the internet. To be able to sit in the comfort of my own home and gain immense knowledge that will help keep you on the cutting edge, and help you to grow and open your eyes to possibilities that you otherwise would only had dreamt of. I first learned about this conference last year, but it was at the last minute and I did not have time to properly prepare. This year was different. I printed out the blogpost that Randy Seaver was so kind to share, providing the complete presentation schedule for all of the streaming events. I then pinned it to my corkboard message board that hangs right in front of my desk; blocked out all 3 days on my desk blotter calendar & even posted a status on my Facebook wall telling all my friends that I would be incognito during those 3 days. Mr. Seaver also included instructions & the link to download & print all of the class syllabuses. This made life so much simpler than last year. I followed the instructions step by step, then set up a special file to save the syllabuses in, & clicked and saved until I had them all.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Day 1 had 4 presentations beginning with "The Future of Genealogy" which was a panel discussion between 7 very highly respected members of the genealogy community. With technology sometimes changing faster than the speed of light, it's a wonder any of us can keep up. Those of us from the slightly older generation, who have spent years, and for some, decades diligently doing and carefully documenting our research in whatever manner is comfortable for us. Now, we have to consider our younger, next generation who will be taking the reins. Next was, "Tell It Again", and it taught us the importance of putting down our stories. It immediately made me realize that even though I have nearly 12 years of names, dates, places, & events, and even some pictures; I have not taken the time to write down stories, that will help bring our past to life. Next came "The Genealogist's Gadget Bag". This was an international panel discussion with 3 genealogists and 1 moderator. Watching this show and tell session prompted me to begin my new Gadget Acquisition list. And I thought I was pretty well organized; it humbled me to be in the presence of such seasoned pros. The final session of the day was, "Finding the Obscure and Elusive: Geographic Information on the Web". Throughout the several years of my research, my main focus was on people and time. I usually don't give much thought to location. Sure, I have made use of Google Earth, and was quite successful in travelling to France, and finally locating my paternal grandfather's hometown, south of Paris. And, that for me, was a "Woo Hoo!" moment. But, I slacked off, & never considered the importance of my ancestor's location. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">By the end of the 1st day, I not only had a few pages of my notebook filled with notes, but 1/2 of my desktop was covered with little post-it notes, each one reminding me of websites to visit, or gadgets to add to my shopping list. The next 2 days were likewise filled with excellent presentations, a truckload of information, and an overall feeling of excitement which seemed to light a new fire within me to intensify my search, and my passion has been re-born anew. Look out ancestors, because here I come!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b> Summer had ended for the residents of Troy, N.Y.; but for one young man in the early hours before dawn on Tuesday, September 19, 1961. This man who seven years earlier had left the wilds of Burlington, VT. behind him to begin a new life in the bosom of sibling family on Stowe Avenue in Troy. Young Eli Napoleon Burnum, my Uncle Zeke, was visiting the Copa Lounge on 412 River Street, but not in your usual way, nor at the appropiate hour. A neighbor had called the police when they heard a disturbance on the roof of the Copa Lounge at 3 A. M.. </b></span></div>
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Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-28700539723411748302013-03-08T17:13:00.000-07:002013-03-08T17:13:03.332-07:00Reliable Sources???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I recently received this original newspaper clipping of the death of my dad, which was in June 1979. A very close cousin sent it to me after discovering it in one of her father's Bibles. Her dad and mom had also died recently, and their kids were sorting through some personal items. I am blessed to have a cousin who fully appreciates my quest for my family history! As a genealogist, I have read this new item many times; each time going through it with a different purpose in mind. The first time was a quick read simply to read through it from a family perspective, being that I am his first-born child. The next few times reading through it, this time much more carefully, and as a genealogist, was to glean every single bit of information contained in it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not surprisingly, I found the usual typos and spelling mistakes. When considering the inclusion of data from any item or document, we must first determine the original sources of that item. For example: this clipping has a few sources. 1. The person who provided the information, 2. The writer/newspaper employee who interviewed that same person in number 1., 3. The writer/newspaper employee who wrote the article., and lastly, 4. The newspaper editor.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When you consider all of the above people who are involved in or had a hand in gathering this information, then presenting it in this format, before automatically accepting all or even part of it, you must examine it with a questioning eye.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first item I found as an information error, was his residency status. Looking in the last 2 sentences, in the 2nd paragraph, it states, "Mr. Guerin resided in Troy for the last three years, and in Watervliet for about 26 years. While in Watervliet, he was a communicant of Sacred Heart of Mary Church." Most people would read this and accept all that it says. Only very close, immediate family members, and other insiders, like very close friends will recognize the flawed information from those 2 statements. First of all, we left Watervliet shortly after I turned 7 years old to go live out in the country. We moved to a house with a fair amount of land located on Dunnsbach Road in West Crescent, N.Y.. We lived there for several years before moving down the same road to a bigger house with 20 acres of land. Secondly, my dad was never a "communicant" of Sacred Heart of Mary, or any other church. Both of my parents only went to church if there was a wedding, baptism, confirmation, or death. They were not regular church goers, nor did they drag any of us kids to go. We had one maternal aunt, (the mom of my cousin who sent me this clipping), who strongly believed in the Catholic Church. She was the one who came every Saturday morning to pick up me and my brother to go to Catechism. </span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, in closing, a word to the wise. The next time you come across, or receive any item of genealogical value, "Always consider the source!"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In today's modern fast-paced age of technology, the internet, television commercials filled with all the cool electronic gadgets and toys that you and your kids can ever dream of; how much plastic will it take to make those dreams come true, and fill up the space under your tree? What has happened to the past two generations? What have we become, and what will the "Spirit of Christmas" mean to our future generations?</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Yes, the holiday times are upon us all, and though the World Economy of 2012 is so sadly mirrored to that of the Last Great Depression, </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">parents will entrench themselves in such a mass of unspeakable debt, just to attempt to satisfy the distorted, materialistic view on what the holidays are all about. Digital seasonal music will be blasting from every stereo and computer, homes will be flickering with bright LED lights that cover every square inch, yards will be filled with every type of blow-up animated object that can be found on the store shelves, parties will be planned, families will gather together, menus will be organized and tons of food will be prepared and served, shopping will be done, and presents will be wrapped and beautifully adorned with bows and colorful ribbons. On Christmas morning, children everywhere will tear through all those packages faster than a heat-seeking missile flying through space in search of its' prey. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-91446869185178347662012-10-23T11:18:00.000-07:002012-10-23T11:18:39.076-07:00A Most Remarkable Woman- Aunt Bev<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">On Thursday, October 11, 2012, the final chapter in the life of Beverly T. Martin was written. She passed away peacefully on Tuesday, October 9, 2012 surrounded by her loving family at Wesley Nursing Home in Saratoga Springs, N. Y. I am dedicating this post to pay my everlasting respect to a very remarkable woman, who in my eyes will always be deserving of much love and adoration. Though her beginnings in this world were most humble indeed, Bev lived her life with gusto, never shied away from a challenge, and always found the positive side of even the worst negative situation.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">To strangers, she was just your average country hard working family oriented woman, raising a family with good old fashioned values, and enjoying what life had to offer. When she wasn't busy with her home and family, she babysat many other children, donated her time for years as a den mother for the local Boy Scout Troop, was a fixture at the local church, and even found time for a weekly card game with friends. The need for family connection was so deeply instilled in myself and all my cousins thanks to the annual re-union parties that Aunt Bev organized and held. It is my fervent hope that the future generations of our maternal line will continue this time honored tradition so as to instill the same need in their children and their grandchildren and so forth.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">When I first began my odyssey to discover and document my family history, the first person I turned to for information on my maternal line was Aunt Bev. She proved to be a deep well of valuable information providing names, dates, places, events, etc. If it were not for her amazing memory, and continued appreciation for my efforts to delve into answers behind family photos, and many documents that were uncovered during my research, I would have never been able to fulfill a promise made to her, which was her very own personal family history book. I was thrilled when my cousin Susan shared a picture with me on Facebook of her mom looking at her new book. Now, it is safely guarded at the home of the eldest child, Teena. I will always miss the phone calls, where I would either ask Bev a question, or update her on a new piece of family information I uncovered. I will also miss sending her cards, sometimes enclosing a fresh printed copy of an ancestral photo to share with Bev. She is at rest now. Her life's work is complete. She was a woman of many accomplishments. She made a difference in this world, and left her mark on each and everyone of us. </span></span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-63558852667689453962012-09-07T15:05:00.000-07:002012-09-07T15:05:25.574-07:00St. Ann's Parish Church<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From this view, the image above appears to be just your typical small town family place of worship. But, once inside, that viewpoint drastically changes. I had the pleasure of visiting St. Ann's Parish Church on 10 July 2008, while on a mission to not only stand in the same locations as some of my paternal ancestors, but to try to capture images, and a sense of connectedness. St. Ann's is located on Rte. 11, the main road that runs through the very small town of Mooers Forks, Clinton County, New York. I requested and was given complete autonomy to take not only exterior, but also many interior shots. The church was empty on that day, so I was alone with my camera and my thoughts. Even now as I gaze upon this picture, I remember, almost hearing the voices and sounds of family and community coming together in good times and bad for many generations. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In fact, many of the families that attended St. Ann's, can be found buried in the cemetery bearing the same name, also located in Mooers Forks. Though simple in stature, and construction, the old wooden doors open up to a beautiful, but humble interior. There are elegantly framed Stations of the Cross lining the walls, and the back wall has a glassed-in case that displays engraved plaques of many longtime family parish members. As I walked quietly around the inside, I felt honored to be descended from a place and time where family and traditions and beliefs were respected.</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-80285842161372420212012-08-27T15:50:00.000-07:002012-08-27T15:50:49.482-07:00The French In Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While exploring my french heritage, I have naturally discovered some of the original french documents that tell the story of the lives of the many french ancestors; both maternal and paternal, that I am tracking. Though it is both wonderful that these documents still exist in archives, and have been discovered and digitized; it presents new hurdles. The first of course, is to be able to become a handwriting expert in order to perfectly read them. Once that is accomplished, then I need to get them properly translated, so that I can do a thorough interpretation of the document. So, being just your average family historian, and a bit lacking in the proper funds to hire all these professionals, I embark on my own personal mission to re-visit learning the french language. Thanks to a wonderful woman who is actually a "genealogical cousin", I have begun that process by using the gift of "The Rosetta Stone". The above image is actually two sides of the book containing the birth registrations from St. Philippe Church located in La Prairie, Quebec, Canada. It spans the years of 1823-1830. The page on the right side lists the birth record for my paternal 2nd Great Grandfather, Bernard Menard, in the 3rd entry down on the page.</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-58901349730809750052012-07-18T10:02:00.000-07:002012-07-18T10:02:43.561-07:00A Universal Online Family Tree????<span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #d9d2e9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">With all the technology there is available today to publish and maintain online family trees, I beg to ask the question, "Why not a family tree at 1 universal genealogy website, that accepts the attachments of documents, files, and sources from ALL search locations??" Am I being too naive to expect that ability at this point in time? Everybody wants our $$$, and to have our family trees posted at their websites. They all claim to have the most, best, access to a multitude of records. However; they ALL fall short on both aspects for the family historian who truly wants to dig deeper to the core of their roots. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">I have even tried to ask this question in an email to another amateur genealogist who is also a daily blogger; no response. After searching several major genealogy sites, I discovered that none of them have a mailing list or message board to even address this issue. I believe there has to be an answer out there somewhere! I will continue to seek for the solution! I also invite all comments, and tips to point me in the right direction, if you know, or know someone who has the answer. </span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-16420331076491951952012-06-06T15:37:00.001-07:002013-03-26T11:18:23.408-07:00Travelling to France with Google Earth<em><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">For this blogpost, I have decided that it was time to share my "Woo Hoo" moment when I had located and visited my paternal Pipe`, (Andre` C. Guerin)'s town of birth in France. He was born, 21 June 1889, in the small farming town of Chauffour-les`-Etre'chy. I had previously come to learn how intertwined family history research is with photography and old family photos. Even though I had begun to play around with the Google Earth program, it had not dawned on me in the least bit, how cool it would be to locate and map out some of my ancestor's addresses! So, lo and behold, I needed to be struck with the perverbial "epiphany"; to advance to the next level of my family's journey.</span></em><br />
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Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-29026924614341982922012-05-27T11:29:00.000-07:002012-05-27T11:29:50.894-07:00The Ancestor I Would Most Like To Meet-Maternal Family<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Here is my 2nd Great Grandfather from my maternal Nelson Family line. His name is, (and it's quite a mouthful), Bradley Moulton Richardson Nelson. He was born Sept. 24, 1831 in Wheelock, Caledonia, Vermont. By the age of 19, BMR (as he was known), was already a driven young man, with a strong determination, and a growing sense of smart business savvy. He would continue to expand in every direction, while reaching for the stars. In 1859, he made a decision to move to Barton, Orleans, Vermont, and his life would never be the same.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">BMR began on a small scale, buying cattle and other stock on a commission basis. In 1861, he would marry Martha Eliza Boody, and work the family farm while slowly building his future empire. He made great business contacts, and grew his circle of friends in the community. Besides being known as a very successful broker in livestock; he made wise investments in real estate. One of those investments would later be donated to the town to build Northern Vermont's very first major bank. It was named "Barton National Bank", and BMR served as the director for 20 years, then was named as the vice-president.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">Though he was very busy in the business sector and in the community, he still made time for the 3 children that he had with Martha. My head spins sometimes when I think about all his accomplishments throughout his life! He was very much loved by all of Barton's townspeople. The proof is in the large family memorial stone that was placed at the cemetery later. Donations came pouring in from everyone in Barton. It was their personal way of paying tribute to a man who provided so much to the town that he loved!</span><br />
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<br />Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-79128511647480233292012-04-29T12:10:00.001-07:002012-04-29T12:10:23.783-07:00Our Future Family Historians<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">What will you leave behind after the sands of time have run out of your hourglass? Will there be mysteries to be solved, or secrets to uncover? Will you perhaps leave a few tantalizing crumbs in a hand-written journal? Have you taken the time as you grow older, to consider if you even have a child or grandchild who will remotely show interest in uncovering what your life was about? Even for the current generation of younger people in my family, it will be an extremely tough decision to make; as to whom is deserving enough and responsible enough to carry the torch of our family history! As genealogists, we take great pride in our research, (those of us who are serious), and like a set of fine family jewels; we consider it a legacy to pass on.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">I myself have begun writing 2 separate life journals. One to my son, and one specifically about my life. I have been testing some younger members of my family for responsibility levels, and commitment. Thus far, they have not proven to be reliable. I am hoping that one day before it is too late, they will step up to the plate. Otherwise, I will be making a different decision, regarding all family history research. When and if they do, they will receive a wealth that has no monetary value. It's value goes beyond that of any paper or coins! </span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">As we live our lives, and go through the mundane daily chores and appointments that take up much of our time; it is easy to get caught up in that daily routine. It is very hard to take out even a few peaceful minutes of solitude to have for our very own! Those of us who enjoy the creativity of writing, will keep a notebook handy to jot down a passing thought, or a simple message. There are no rules to writing a journal. Keeping dates help to remember when we wrote each entry. It also helps the reader later on, to determine when at any given point in time, we experienced each thought. Have some fun with it. You never know who might come to read it in decades to come!</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-76058314012265949382012-04-17T16:46:00.002-07:002012-04-17T16:46:55.836-07:00What Is A Mom?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yesterday was my mom's birthday, 4/16. Today's blogpost is written in her memory. She died in Sept. 2005, from cancer. Many mixed feelings come to mind when I think of her. Books, poems, and songs put mother's high up on a pedestal. Oftentimes, writer's tend to forget that mom's are just humans, complete with all the flaws that come with being a member of the mere mortal race. They are all given the same set of tools and roadmap of life that the rest of us have had, let's face it, raising children can be dauntless at times! </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">Yes, my mother indeed had her moments, as we all do. I even ask myself sometimes, would I have done it any differently being in her exact pair of shoes? That is a question that will go on without a definite answer. Growing up, we tell ourselves that when we become adults, that we will do everything different from our parents; because don't forget, in our eyes, they did it all wrong. We tell ourselves that we will NEVER be like them! But as we grow into that scary time of life known as adulthood, and parenthood, we suddenly hear ourselves speaking in terms that were drilled into our heads by our parents! Oh my God, did I say that?? Yes, when all the dust has settled, and we take that long look in the mirror, we realize that fate has stepped in, and we HAVE BECOME OUR PARENTS!! But, would we have it any other way??? I leave it to you to decide....</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">When I began my 1940 search for my dad's family last week, I made a surprising little discovery. All the family members were still accounted for and living in the same household on the Guerin farm except for one. My Uncle Albert, age 21 by then was missing. His soon to be future wife and her family, Doralice Demers, were living right next door. Albert and Doralice would be married the following year in November 1941, at St. Ann's Church in Mooers Forks, New York, and he would be working for one of the railroads that ran through Clinton County. My next thought in searching for Albert was to look in the other surrounding towns located within Clinton County where the 2 major railroads were located. Thus far, no such luck. I will set aside my quest to find dear Uncle Albert for now, as I do have a lengthy list of maternal family members to locate. When the time is right, I will find him, and hopefully find the answer as to why he was living elsewhere.</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-79307545017361122682012-03-24T14:28:00.001-07:002012-03-24T14:28:14.076-07:00The Next Generation of Guerins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #38761d;">When I look at this picture of my cute, adorable 3 year old nephew, Caleb Robert Guerin, I can't help but ask the question; "Is the world going to be ready for him, when his time comes?". Each succeeding generation seems to think that they have all the answers, and the one before it has screwed things up. Our Guerin Blood runs strong in our veins, and brings with it many positive attributes, like an appreciation for hard work and a job well done. We Guerin's also have a very intense stubborness or tenacity that prevent us from even considering the very idea of giving up. Instead, we persevere, even while struggling, until we prosper to a positive outcome! Though we, as the older generation have a responsibility to share our knowledge with the young ones; I am looking forward to the freshness of new ideas or new takes on old ideas that our Little Man Caleb will bring to the table of life. We should never be so set in our ways, that we can't have an open mind to learn something from the next generation to come after us! Young Caleb will never have the opportunity to meet his Pipe` Guerin, but I will make sure that he learns all about him.</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-31270980193549373052012-03-14T13:48:00.000-07:002012-03-14T13:48:32.506-07:00In Search of My Guerins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Today's post is about my re-newed search for my paternal family, my Guerins. Now that I have very successfully completed my first family history book for part of my maternal family side; I am on a new quest to further persue my dad's family. His picture is seen here at the top of this page, and his name is Armand Rene` Guerin. My younger brother is proudly named after our dad in memory of him. My dad was part of the first generation of my Guerins to be born in the United States; as his father immigrated here from France in the very early 1900's. No, he did not pass through Ellis Island, like so many others did. Instead, he arrived through Quebec, Canada along with hundreds of other french citizens. My pipe`s (pronounced pip-ay), which is french for grandpa, name was Andre` Cyrille Guerin; and he made the journey here alone, at the age of 21, leaving his family behind in his hometown of Chauffour et` Treschy, near Paris. Thanks to the wonders of Google Earth, I was able to pinpoint the exact location of his hometown, and even take a small tour of it at street level! </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">My next hope is to locate Andre` and his family in France, and track their movements to identify his siblings. I have both of Andre`s parents names from his Social Security card application. They are Narcisse (Nelson) Guerin and Matilda Fueilleret. Hopefully, this will not be a big stumbling block or brick wall; since foreign countries document their citizens quite different than what we do in the USA. Wish me luck as I am sure that I will need it!</span></strong><br />Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-76568895243945045242012-03-02T14:41:00.000-07:002012-03-02T14:41:58.448-07:00Health Benefits of Doing Your Family history<strong><span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">It has been 2 weeks since my last post. Alot has happened in my family since the last time I visited my blog to write. It is a very sad time for my family right now. We lost a very beautiful young woman last Friday to a terrible disease, known as Cystic Fibrosis. She was a bright shining light, who always had a smile on her face, and an amazing amount of courage. She fought a lifelong battle that very few can truly understand. I am dedicating this post to honor her memory. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">Even though we, as humans cannot predict our future, as far as our health is concerned; it is indeed very helpful to have an insight to hereditary diseases carried or introduced by our ancestors. With the current advances in medical technology, scientists are slowly discovering that there are spcific genes or cells that will identify particular diseases. Stem cell research is still in it's infancy, but in time, the hope is that, cures will be found.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">Through my several years of research, collecting family death certificates, I have been able to trace some of the many serious health problems to specific family lines. When we visit our doctor's and they ask us for our family medical history, we do the best we can, providing what we have been told verbally. However; if we can be more detailed, and specific in that information, it can only benefit us and the next generations that follow.</span></strong>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-50546257976375091382012-02-14T21:13:00.000-07:002012-02-14T21:13:34.246-07:00Be My Valentine?<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Today is Valentine's Day. Was love in the air for you, or did it leave you gasping for breath while you read through an old love letter or two that was discovered in your grandmother's personal belongings? I have yet to discover such a precious item as that; but back in those days, as tough as the times were for some couples, they still found time for good old fashioned romance. Words like spooning, courting, beaus, and chastity come to mind. Love letters were written, and emotions and hearts were pure and true. There was a love song that used to play on the radio called "Sealed with a Kiss". When a young girl or woman wrote a love note to her beau, she would literally seal it with a kiss. She would put on her favorite color of lipstick, and gently press the page to her lips. Some would even lightly spritz a bit of her perfume on it as well. The idea of romance is a lost artform, that is fading faster than time itself. Today's generation could definitely use a course or two on the subject; if one was given. I am making a solemn promise to myself, beginning tonight, I intend to re-discover the lost art of writing love letters.</span></strong>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-73231095960016542742012-02-10T18:06:00.000-07:002012-02-10T18:06:24.748-07:00Family History & New Technology Walk Hand In Hand<span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am very happy to report that my personal experience from the RootsTech2012 conference was one of unabashed excitement about all the upcoming technology changes and updates. I believe in my heart that when all the new software updates are released, and I am able to implement several other new features, that it will bring my family history to a whole new level! There will be new Gedcom file programs, a new world of Cloud Storage, which is still in it's infancy. Mobile applications to enable us to take our family trees with us; plus there are many free genealogy podcasts available to watch, and as of January 2012, if we insert important keywords in our blogposts, our blogs will be searchable for others. I for one plan to take full advantage of as many of the podcasts as time will permit. My hat goes off to everyone who worked behind the scenes to put this annual conference together, and who were gracious enough to freely stream many of the presentations.</span>Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4815417863806970307.post-80472198877398301472012-01-31T19:59:00.000-07:002012-01-31T19:59:10.691-07:00RootsTech Conference 2012<span style="background-color: #351c75; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Todays post is to report that I won't be writing any regular posts this week, due to a very imortant genealogy conference that I will be attending on-line. It is called RootsTech2012, and will combine the very best of the latest in technology and genealogy. I hope to learn much from the pros, and will report my findings in my next post as they apply accordingly. Until then, keep going through those family photos, old home movies, and family Bibles, letters or journals!</span><br />Carol Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09362761776760536108noreply@blogger.com0