Monday, September 10, 2012

Patience

Instant gratification is not something anyone who is serious about genealogy expects. It takes a lot of digging to find even the hint of a gold nugget. When we find an actual nugget we shout it out to the world. Why? Because there are so few of them and they are so far apart. 

I can dig and dig and dig and dig and continue having the willpower to continue digging until either I find something, or I've exhausted that type of record completely. It's what we do. It's why we have faith that what we found does belong to our ancestor.

Genealogist, the serious ones, have had to learn patience. There really is nothing quick about genealogy. It takes time to prove the family relationships.

So, my question to myself is this: if I can have all the patience in the world when it comes to finding a record that proves or disproves a relationship, why am I so impatient going through the "future family history room" aka "junk room"? 

I've been working on it for several days now. I have done a lot of organization with the papers and pictures as I find them. It all takes time. Lots of time.

I do all the organizing downstairs in my work area. Which looks like a tornado struck it. 

Today I was so frustrated. My living area looks like a bomb went off. My work area looks like ten 2 year olds were let loose after a morning of eating nothing but candy. 

I want to see progress in the space where I spend so much time. I want to see progress in my home.

Today, after losing my temper (I know, unbelievable that I'd lose my temper), I had to stop and evaluate what my goals were. 

My goal was to clean out the east bedroom upstairs so when we fix the downstairs we'll have space to store our stuff as we fix our area. Now is not the time to clean and organize the downstairs. Now is the time to clean the upstairs so we can store things up there as we make our living area better.

Patience is hard right now though when it comes to housework. 

But I will remain patient. Or I'll try to. I'd rather be back searching the 1810 New York Federal Census. 

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Every family has one

We laugh about this person. Sometimes we wish they'd just stop it.

Since I've started cleaning out my junk room, AKA future family history room, I'm so grateful for this person.

The running joke in our family is about all the pictures my sister-in-law, Joan, takes at every event and every non-event.

As I go through all the pictures, the truth is, if it weren't for Joan, I'd be done with sorting the photographs for the last 40 years. Thank goodness she clicks even when we aren't ready for her to push the shutter button.

Does she catch all of us at our best? Not even close. But she catches us at our most real moments. Those moments we want to hide from the world. Even from ourselves.

Currently, I have the title of family historian, the genealogist, in the family.

The truth is, Joan has made my job so much easier. All the photographs that she's taken over the years helps document the family relationships.

From The Researcher's Guide to American Genealogy by Val D. Greenwood, "Genealogy: That branch of history which involves the determination of family relationships. This is not done by copying but rather by research."

From the same book; Research: An investigation aimed at the discovery and the interpretation of facts and also the revision of accepted theories in light of new facts.

Because of the thousands upon thousands of pictures that Joan has taken, she's helped me to breath life into all of our lives that will live on even after we're gone.

Thank you, Joan, for all you've shared with our family. You are the family photographer. You capture all those moments we would have forgotten if it weren't for you. That is even more important than what I do.

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Sorting through tomorrow's history

Yesterday I started working in my junk room. You know the room I'm talking about. We all have one. If not a whole room, an area where we shove papers and pictures into a box or several boxes to sort through "some day."

For me, "some day" is now.

When I looked at it as going through the junk room, it was hard to face. The motivation wasn't there.

After opening the first box, I realized it wasn't a junk room.

What I'm doing is sorting through tomorrow's family history. The boxes contain information about the life I'm living today, lived yesterday and have yet to live. It contains information about my husband. Our children. Our immediate family.

If I, the family historian, can't be bothered to preserve this treasure trove pertaining to my own family, with love and respect, how can I expect the future family historian to do so?

It's so easy to get wrapped up in discovering all the information we can find about our relatives from a hundred , two hundred, even three hundred years ago. We also need to take time to get lost in the discovery of documents, photographs and memories of are living family.

Don't let the junk area scare you. Embrace it and start sorting through tomorrow's family history. Make it easy on the next family historian. Will it be your own child who takes over? Will it be a grandchild? A great grandchild? A great, great grandchild? We don't know who will follow in our tracks.

I doubt if my mother suspected I would be the one to pick up where she left off. But someone will. It might take a few generations before one of your direct descendants goes searching, but if we keep our current family stories alive through careful recording, when that direct descendant of yours comes along, they will find a gold mine.

But only if you preserve the information today.

It's fun. It's different. Instead of wondering what it was like, you are preserving the information that you know first hand what it was like. This is where you can leave your mark in history.

Embrace this opportunity.

Monday, September 03, 2012

What they really mean

One has to remember that when this country was formed, if our forefathers and/or ancestors had any inkling to being PC their definition of what was PC is very different from what we've had shoved down our throats over the last decade or longer.

When we review these records, if we are using our terminology from 2012 then we'll miss a lot of information.

Genealogy is also referred to as family history. To date, I've noticed that if the researcher relates things to our present world, they usually have a mess on their hands. First, they won't be able to locate several counties and/or townships on a present day map. Some of the births that happened in present day New York state actually happened in Connecticut when the event actually happened. And vice versa.

State lines changed. County lines changed. Township lines changed. Some counties no longer exist. Some townships no longer exist.

Not only do we have a respectable knowledge about the history of the locations where our ancestors lived, we need to have a fair knowledge about the social history, too.

In the early census records the classifications were very simple. There were free white males in various age groups and there were free white females in various age groups. We also had two more classifications. Slaves and free colored persons.

If you use how we look at these other two classifications, most people will assume what the government during that time really wanted to know as how many of the black population were slaves and how many were free. You'd be very, very wrong.

First, slaves included persons of every color. There were white slaves, black slaves, red slaves, etc., etc., etc. If your 4X great grandmother who came from England was sent to America as a slave, she will not show up being listed by her name in the early censuses. In the eyes of our young government, she was not a person, she was property, therefore she was listed with the property called slaves.

The free persons of color category is another one that many people believe refers only to the black population. Again, they are wrong.

Any free person who is not white is listed in the free persons of color category. Do you have what we call Native American in your family history. If your Native American ancestors were enumerated they would be in this category. However, and this is a very large however, only if they were taxed. If they were on a reservation, or roaming unsettled areas of the country, they won't be enumerated on most of the early censuses.

While it might grate some researchers, the truth is, it can be very helpful, too. For instance, most of us have a family story that there's Indian in our line. At least my family story doesn't include the Cherokee Princess version. I haven't proven or disproven this. However, let's say that I know the head of the family for all my ancestors and I'm able to find everyone of the heads of household in the 1820 Federal Census (I don't and I haven't, but this is pretend), if I can only find John Smith, 4X great grandfather in upper state New York. However, he is not listed as a free white male. Instead, he's listed as a free person of color, I would know that there's a very good chance this is where I should concentrate when I decide it's time to explore the Indian family story.

If you want to spend a lot of time and energy proclaiming that our forefathers were bigots, go right ahead. The truth is, even today we are asked about ethnicity on not only the census forms, but almost every form we fill out.

Personally, instead of gnashing my teeth over any intentions, good or bad, our forefathers may have had for making these distinctions between free whites and everyone else, I can better spend my time learning what they meant when they classified someone as colored and then use that information to search for my ancestors.

Honestly, when one decides to pursue genealogy, or family history, we do so wanting to acquire information about our ancestors, or the ancestors of others if you're a professional genealogist for hire. We are not supposed to change the past. Just present the past according to what we've found.

We can't judge our ancestors using the standards we have today anymore than we'd want them to judge us using the standards they lived under. Until we learn what the standards were for that period of time and what the terminology was, we won't be able to present their life accurately because we'll be using today's standards, not theirs.

US Federal Census 101

Not all documents are created equal. Not all documents of the same type are created equal.

Yesterday I spent a large portion of the day reviewing the instructions the US Government gave to the enumerators. It's about 150 pages, but if you are using the US Federal Census to learn about your ancestors, you really do need to download a copy of the instructions over the various years and learn what the information really means. You can get your own copy here.

Another thing to remember when using the census information is that the enumeration dates have changed throughout the history of the US Federal Census. That information can be obtained here.

The important thing to remember, the questions asked pertain to these specific dates. It does not matter if the actual census taker didn't knock on our ancestors door until late December. They were counting the people in the household on that specific date. All those born after that date were not to be counted. All those that died after that date were to be counted.

Year                            Enumeration Date
1790                           2 Aug 1790
1800                           4 Aug 1800
1810                           6 Aug 1810
1820                           7 Aug 1820
1830                           1 Jun 1830
1840                           1 Jun 1840
1850                           1 Jun 1850
1860                           1 Jun 1860
1870                           1 Jun 1870
1880                           1 Jun 1880
1890                           2 Jun 1890
1900                           1 Jun 1900
1910                           15 Apr 1910
1920                           5 Jan 1920
1930                           1 Apr 1930
1940                           1 Apr 1940

Since these are the only ones available for review, I'll stop at 1940. The 1950 Census will not be available until 1 Apr 2022. There is a 72 year waiting period from the enumeration date until the documents become public. The enumeration date for the US Federal Census from 1950-2010 is 1 Apr of the year for each census.

What do these dates really mean? Technically, it means that even though the enumerator did not reach the home of Abram Birdsell until 1 Aug 1860, just because Martin is listed in the household it doesn't mean he was still living on 1 Aug 1860. It is only supposed to mean that he was still living on 1 Jun 1860. We can't assume that he was still living on 2 Jun 1860 or any date after that date.

With that said, we also have to take into account that our ancestors might not have been telling the truth all the time.

An example of an ancestor that might have stretched the truth. In the 1830 Federal Census in the home of Abraham Birdsel is a female less than 5. If that child was still living during the 1840 census she should be in the spot for white female 10 and under 15. There isn't a female listed in that age group.

My question was: did this child die? Or is the female child listed in the 1830 census in the 5 and under 10 age group? There are two females listed there. One was Letitia. The other was unknown to me. Was being the important word here. Since then, I've learned who the unknown daughter was. And it appears that she was listed in both the 1830 and 1840 Federal Census.

My best guess is that she was born within a week or two of 1 Jun 1830. For example if she were born on 2 Jun 1830, technically she should not be listed in the 1830 census according to the instructions the enumerators received. However, if the enumerator didn't arrive until 7 Jul 1830, how would he know if that little infant was born on 31 May 1830 or 7 Jun 1830? He wouldn't.

Then comes the next possible problem. Just because an enumerator was given instructions, how closely did he adhere to them? Did he stress the information he requested only pertained to those living in the household on 1 Jun 1830? Or did he come in, ask questions and specify that he wasn't asking about the actual date he was there, but a date weeks or even months earlier?

In later census records, this same person age 20, 30, 40 and 50 before she disappears. So was she born on 1 Jun 1830 or before? There is no way to know for sure. Starting in 1850, when everyone is listed, under age the question asked is, age, or later age at last birthday, and by 1880, age at last birthday prior to 1 Jun 1880. That's how it's listed on the forms. Did the enumerator state prior to 1 Jun 1880? Or just ask the respondents their age? Remember, several of our ancestors could not read or write. Even those who could weren't filling out the forms themselves. The enumerator asked the questions and filled in the answers himself.

To get the most information from the old census records, we have to consider what it's supposed to mean (using the enumeration date the government told the enumerators to use) and what it might mean (realizing that either the enumerators and/or our ancestors didn't pay attention to that date a few weeks to several months in the past). As the family historian when we use this information we have to assume our ancestors were honest and the enumerators were doing their job as instructed. When we get conflicting information, then we have to figure out why the information is conflicting. We may never know for sure, but we have to come up with sound reasoning to explain the conflicting data.

If we don't know what instructions the enumerators were given we can't know if there is conflicting information.


Sunday, September 02, 2012

New Dedication

It was January of this year, 2012, that I actively, pursued genealogy.

A baby in the world of genealogy.

While that's true, this journey started long before January of 2012.

I can't tell you exactly when it started. Back when I was pretty young. The late 60s or early 70s. But during that time, my mother was doing the actual work. I'd look at her completed work. I'd hear her frustrations, but I couldn't relate to them at that time.

Even in passing those genealogy years in the same household, I'm amazed at how much I picked up from my mother during those years when I wasn't really paying attention to the process she went through. It has helped me these last several months. It put me ahead of where I should be. Not only the information I picked up from her by just being there, but the boxes upon boxes of documentation that she'd acquired.

I thought a year would be enough time to organize her work and get it preserved for future generations. I didn't realize that once I started that process I'd be drawn into the age old question: who was he/she? I didn't plan to add new information. Maybe some new births, deaths, marriages, divorces, etc. But I didn't plan to add new people from past generations.

I didn't plan to fall in love with genealogy. My goal was to preserve what my mother had done long ago.

I didn't plan.

That's the problem. I had one goal and I didn't dream or plan on anything but my goal.

Almost immediately after starting I knew I wanted more than to preserve her records. I wanted to add to her records. I wanted to expand the information. I wanted a clearer picture of who our ancestors really were.

So, I went out and found information. I collected documents. I searched census records. I found new pictures. I added to the already mind-boggling boxes of information that still hasn't been organized.

I've been told that I'm good at this, digging for information. Maybe I am. I don't know. The more I learn the more I realize, I'm nothing but a brand new novice.

How can I change this? Very simply, I'm dedicating myself to learning more than the basics of genealogy. I have family reference books that were Mom's. I purchased a new one a few months ago. What's lacking though are reference books pertaining to genealogy. I've purchased a few in the last few months.

This weekend I purchased several more. If I'm going to do this, even if it's only for my own family, I'm going to do it correctly.

Maybe I'll have the bulk of things organized in a couple years. Maybe I won't. What I do believe is that by this time in 2014, I'll know more about my ancestors and what records carry more weight and what ones aren't as reliable. I'll have a better idea where to go on the local level for records that today I don't even know exist.

My research skills will be better. My ability to access what I find will be better. My ability to explain it's importance, or reliability or lack thereof will be better.

I am dedicating myself to becoming a better genealogist.

Friday, August 31, 2012

In honor of...




 On 7 Jun 1925 in Browns Creek Township, Jewell County, Kansas, Dale Ellsworth Birdsell was born to Roscoe Oren and Thelma Marie Larison Birdsell. He was their second child. An almost two year old sister, Inez Lucille also welcomed him into her life. This is a picture of the house where the happy family would live for four more years. A little over two years later, they welcomed Leo Eugene into their home.

On 31 August 2008, Dale, known as Dad to me, left us in Cawker City, Mitchell County, Kansas.

While this is the anniversary of his death, I hope this pictural post honors his life.

It was a good life. Dad was born on a farm and spent most of his life on a farm. I don't think there was ever a point in his life where he did not think of himself as a farmer. Even during the years when he worked for the railroad, farming was in his blood.


 Even after he moved to town in 1992, in his heart, he was still a farmer.

This is a rare picture of Dad's mother. Here she is with her two sons, Dad and Uncle Leo.

She passed away less than two years after this picture was taken.

Proof that even our parents were children once.

By the time we arrive in their lives, we assume they were born knowing everything.

The picture of Dad and Aunt Inez hugging is one of my favorites. That closeness they shared in that picture was sustained for the rest of their lives.



Proof that our parents went to school, too.


And they fell in love.

 

Sometimes Dad kicked back and relaxed after a hard day on the farm.



And there was always time for his grandchildren. Even when the grandchildren weren't happy.























After a long life, Dad grew tired. I wasn't sure if I should include this picture, but it is as much a part of Dad's life as all those pictures before this one. 

He lived his life to the fullest. He loved, laughed, knew sorrow, knew joy, knew hardships, knew good times. He lived his life completely. 

Dad, you are still missed, but this is not to mourn your death. 

This is to honor the life that you so graciously shared with me for 51 years and ten months. Thank you for allowing me to share so much of it.

You earned your peaceful rest. 

1925-2008


Saturday, August 25, 2012

When the lost are found

Most of us have many lost relatives in our trees. As a rule, the sisters seem to disappear more often than the brothers.

Men rarely change their names. Perhaps they were called by their middle name as a child and then used their given name as an adult or vice versa. Not always, but often enough, there's enough clues to tie the given and middle name users together. It's much harder if it's a female who was known by either a given or middle name as a child, then switched to the other as an adult, usually about the time they took a husband and brand new last name.

Marriage records can be found, but sometimes, often enough it's almost impossible to find them on some of our relatives from long ago.

In my case, I knew my great, great grandfather had an older sister. I had a fairly good idea the names of his younger sisters, but no clue what his older sisters name was, or might be. All I knew was in the 1830 census there was a female and in the 1840 census there was a female that might be this sister. The age wasn't exactly correct, but I'd long suspected that she was born during a census year, so if the enumeration happened prior to her birthday, the age would fit.

Still, it's very hard to track down a person when the only information you have is a probable year of birth and a surname.

Deep down, I suspected she lived to adulthood. The reasoning behind this belief was that there's a cemetery where all the family was buried prior to when she would have reached adulthood. There was not a female that fit her buried there. Her baby brothers were buried there. Her mother was buried there. A cousin was buried there. A probable infant aunt was buried there. But no one that would fit her information was buried there, even as limited as the information was.

I couldn't find a marriage record that fit her.

I expected she would be the great unknown. The one I never located or knew anything about.

Then last week my cousin stopped by and we compared genealogy notes. There was so much information being passed back and forth. He gave me a copy of the notes he was working on regarding another shared family line. I glanced at it, but didn't read it at that time. It was a line that I've only flirted with, but haven't really studied. I set the notes aside for another day.

Early in the week, Monday or Tuesday. I believe it was Tuesday. I found the notes and read through them. Buried in the notes pertaining to another line of our ancestors was a name that I hadn't seen before that pertained to my great, great grandfathers line. Who was this woman.

Since the family she was staying with had been misspelled it took some time to find the actual image of the census where she was listed by name. Also her surname was misspelled. There she was. The probable sister of my great, great grandfather. The one I suspected would be lost forever.

I emailed a distant cousin. The one I share all my finds, proven and unproven, with. She mentioned that someone by that name married Oscar Smith. Off I went to find Oscar Smith in the next census for that area. There they were. A probable step child suggesting that my great, great grandfather's sister was a second wife, plus two children who were probably blood relatives. The son did not appear to live to adulthood. The daughter did. She married and had 8 children, six of who appeared to live to adulthood.

As I did a quick look at family trees for this new line, I saw names that I've been studying for so long, assuming my family had married into them at some point.

I can't say with 100% accuracy that this is the family of my great, great grandfather's sister, but I'm 95% sure it is.

Accept that some of our family might never be found, but learn what you can about them so you will recognize them if they do appear.

Now if I could stumble upon what happened to Uncle Milton McCune.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Ancestral Families

All one has to do is look at the various state and federal censuses to get a picture of our ancestral families.

Not only do we learn their location in a specific county and township, but how close they were to their family. It's very common to see several generations within one household. Another common tendency is to see several households within one section of land.

In my own family, in 1912, Mariah Birdsell lived in the home she had with her husband William. Also in that home was their son, Oscar and his wife, Mary. The four children of Oscar and Mary also lived there. Did they have family problems? I'm sure they did. Mary was very ill and died in April. That's one type of problem.

Was there unresolved issues between Oscar and his mother? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Our ancestors were not perfect. I'm sure many of them did things that would make us hang our heads in shame. I'm sure they offended each other to various degrees. I'm sure there was friction.

But when multiple families are living in the same household or when three families are living in three different buildings on the same 160 acres, the chances are extremely high that any major difference has been resolved.

Lately, I've been thinking about Marion and Albert. Did they leave so they could own land? Or did they leave because things couldn't be resolved and that was the best way to resolve them? Or was it a combination of both?

We'll probably never know for sure.

The sisters are easier to figure out. They stayed because their husband stayed. They left because their husband left.

Did Oscar and Art stay because they wanted to? Or did they stay because there were no other sons to take over what their mother and father had built for them? Sometimes that is why the one who stays, stays. There's no one left but them to continue on and they feel it's their obligation to keep it all intact.

But back to our ancestral families. We don't know why they did the things they did. We don't know if they really did resolve their problems or not. It just seems more likely that they were able to do so when they all lived so closely together. Not only did they live in a small space, but they depended on each other to do their fair share. Their survival depended on it.

Also because they lived in such close quarters, one would imagine that if someone did something that the majority found unacceptable they would be forced to remedy those tendencies. One would think that. But looking at it now, a hundred years later, we really don't know. We can only guess using what we ourselves know about how things are today.

Our ancestral families weren't perfect. But they're ours.

Our living family aren't perfect. But they're ours.

As long as there are families some will love, some will hate, some will hurt, some will disappear. Perhaps all in the same family. Probably very much like what happened in our ancestral families.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

My most used collection

There are a lot of collections at ancestry.com. Some I'm not even aware of at this point.

Not only does ancestry.com have a very large database of collections, there are millions of family trees stored there, too. Some are public and some are private.

I know the family trees are favorites to a lot of people. Before I give my thoughts on the family trees, let me change topics for a second.

Right now my profession is in the medical field. I work in the laboratory. There are some things that a co-worker can start and I'll finish for them without redoing the work they have already done. There is one area within the laboratory that if you start the test, you finish it. Or at the very least, you finish that step. It's the area where I've yet to meet a professional who is willing to put their name on the results that a co-worker started.

I treat genealogy like that specific area of the laboratory. I put my name on information I've researched myself. I attach documents to the ancestors that I've examined myself.

I have been known to check some of the tree hints, but I very rarely use them. Out of the millions of trees out there, out of the thousands pertaining to various family lines, I actually look at trees created by less than five people as a source of where I might go next. Each of these tree owners know I do look at their tree. They also have access to mine.

I believe their research. I trust their research. But other than those very few members, I rarely look at other trees. Therefore, the family tree collection is not my most used collection. It's my least used of the collections that I've actually used.

My most used collection has always been and will probably continue to be the Federal Censuses. It's still the quickest way to get an idea about where your ancestor might have been during that year. Since they are indexed, most of the times is a very quick way to find them.

The searches are based on how you spell the surname, and all the close matches to surnames that sound like that surname. You'll get a lot of results that aren't your ancestor. You'll get some that might be your ancestor. You might not get a result that's specific to your ancestor. If you can't find your ancestor in a specific census year it does not mean that they were not enumerated. Perhaps they weren't. But don't blindly assume that since you didn't find great, great, great grandpa in 1820 with a quick search that he must have been out of country at the time...or dead.

The indexers have a very hard job. Some of the images of the census pages are very hard to read. They are indexing images from pages that are at times over 200 years old. Some of those pages have gotten wet. Some of them have had a lot of wear and tear on them. Some of those enumerating the population have horrible handwriting. Some of them could not spell. Some of those enumerated, especially in the pre-1850 Federal Censuses were counted, but not named. I found a hospital in New York. It lists the patients, but only as a total number of males in the various age groups.

I have found a few pages in the 1810 Federal Census that were not indexed.

Once a person accepts the limitations of those indexed, then those Federal Census records are very handy tools to use. They will get us to where our ancestor was during that enumeration period. Once we know where they were at that time, we can then search all the other collections specific to that state, county and township.

What do you do if you can't find them in the index? Do you know where they might have been? If so, go to that state, county and township and search the actual images, page by page. If you think you know the county, but not the township, then search every township in that county. Same idea if you are fairly sure which state, but not which county. In my case, I suspect the state, but I have no idea which county or township. I am searching every township in every county. When I'm finished, unless I specifically find his name, I can't state that he wasn't there. If he was in an institution he won't be listed. Or is he one of those names that is impossible to read enough of the letters to exclude that entry?

I suspect the Federal Census collection will always be one of the most used collections no matter where they're stored, digitally and on microfilm.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Genealogical Irony


In genealogy we spend our time finding ancestral relationships. In the process we are thrilled when we stumble upon a living relative who shares our passion and we actually become not only extended family, but friends. Those are wonderful things that can happen to the genealogist. 

All family is important to us. Those who lived before us and those who are now living and those who are yet to come. We love them all, obviously on different levels.

So it is with irony, but very mixed emotions when I admit that this genealogist willingly and knowingly severed a family relationship. That person is still blood family. Even if there was a way to severe that tie, I wouldn't. But the emotional tie has been severed. 

I know a lot of people who have a healthy positive relationship with this person. My experience has been the opposite. The experiences of my children from this family member has been as equally negative. It was with a mixture of deep regret, regret for the dream of what our relationship should have been like, and relief, relief that I no longer have to pretend everything is wonderful, that I severed the relationship.

Anytime you divorce a spouse or a family member, you aren't mourning the relationship. If the relationship was there to begin with the divorce would not have happened. During these times the mourning is for the dream that we finally had to admit was nothing more than a dream, because that person had never full filled their end of the relationship roll. Perhaps neither of us full filled our rolls. 

The point is, it's usually a toxic relationship for at least one if not both parties involved. With that type of a relationship never really changes, it's time to end it. Sever it. Let each person lick their wounds, heal and get on with their lives, apart from each other.

May very few people ever have to do this in their life. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I didn't wish it on this family member either, but it's the only way for us to move past the damage that has been done. 

I still love the idea of what we should have been. 

I absolutely hate what we were though. I abhor the damage that was done. 

Now I'm going to pull my husband and children around me and let them help me heal. I hope that other person can pull their spouse and children around them and help them heal, too. 

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Connecting facts to form a conclusion

The only thing that a genealogist can use to prove something are facts. You may never find one document that proves a statement with concrete proof. However, if you find enough documents you'll begin to paint a picture of your ancestor's life.

Facts are great things to have. Intuition is nice, but intuition doesn't really prove anything. You might have an intuition to look for a specific document because something doesn't add up. You may or may not find that document. You may run into a problem I ran into, I found a document, but there were so many people in that particular area of the country with that exact same name I can't prove or disprove that document belongs to my ancestor.

In my family we have a great debate.

The great Birdsell debate pertains to which brother married Margaret the mother of William Birdsell, my great, great grandfather.

For me, the facts are very cut and dry. There is not one specific document that states who his father is. For that matter, the truth is, what we're trying to determine is what family he was born into. I have no way of knowing if his mother was happily married and faithful to her husband. I have no way of knowing if she was ever raped. Without knowing any of the answers to those possible scenarios, we can only attempt to learn which family he was born into. Not actually "prove" that his mother was always true or never compromised.

Let's start with the two brothers. The two in question are Abram AKA Abraham and Reuben. According to various census records, Abram was born around 1805 in NY state. The census records I've used for determining approximate age and place of birth are the 1850-1880 Federal Census. In 1850 Abram was in Waterford Twp, Washington Co., Ohio living in the Obediah Preston household with his presumed daughter, Letitia, who appears to be 16, and born in Ohio. In 1860-1880 Abram is located in Windsor Twp, Morgan Co., Ohio. Each census states place of birth as NY state. The year varies, but is pretty consistant with a birth of approximately 1805 +/- 3 years.

Next we'll look at Reuben. In 1850 he's listed in the household of Martin Birdsell, his presumed father, in Harmar Twp, Washington Co., Ohio. It lists his age as 32 with a birth year of around 1818 and a birth state of NY. Also listed in that household are Mary, presumed wife of Martin, William, age 17, born in Ohio, John H, age 13, born in Ohio and Jane, age 11, born in Ohio.

I believe this is the census that creates the debate. Oh, Reuben is the father of the three children, since Martin and Mary are of the age to where Mary was too old to give birth to those children. It does reason that the three younger children are the grandchildren of Martin and Mary. The flaw is naturally assuming they are Reuben's children.

First, Reuben is 32 years old and William is 17. While it is possible that Reuben could have fathered William, it is not probable. Even in 1832 when William was born, it was not common for 15 year old males to be married. Despite what many like to claim, in my research, it wasn't all that common for 15 year old females to be married either. At least among my ancestors.

The first thing that I needed was a marriage record. Almost everyone was in agreement that William's mother was Margaret Carolle. Could I find a marriage record for her?

It so happens that a trip over to FamilySearch.org resulted in a marriage record between Abram Birdsil and Margaret Carolle on 4 Dec 1828 in Washington Co., Ohio.

Alone the only thing that proves is that Abram and Margaret were married. It doesn't prove that they ever had any children.

The next document that I looked for was the 1830 Federal Census for Waterford Twp., Washington Co., Ohio. Abraham Birdsel is listed. In his household is a female under age 5 and another female who is age 20-30. Abram is also listed as age 20-30. My next goal is to attempt to learn where Reuben is living in 1830. Martin Birdsel is listed two households above Abraham Birdsel. There is a male in that household that fits Reuben's age, 10-15. There is a second young male there, age 5-10. This is Martin and Mary's youngest son. This one is also the reason I've discarded the possibility that Martin and Mary could be the grandparents of Reuben and Abram. They had a younger son after they moved to Ohio around 1820. I won't go into the documents I have supporting that this youngest son is their son and not their grandson. My goal here is to list the documents that I've located that points to William being the son of Abram and Margaret, not Reuben and Margaret.

There are several tax records located at FamilySearch.org for Abram or Abraham Birdsell in Waterford Twp., Washington Co., Ohio throughout those years, too.

Let's jump to the 1840 Federal Census for Waterford Twp., Washington Co., Ohio. Abram Birdcell is listed as head of household. Included in his household is a male, age under five (correlates to John H who is 13 in the 1850 Federal Census), a male, age 5-10 (correlates to William who is 17 in the 1850 Federal Census), a male, age 30-40 (correlates to Abram, head of household born about 1805), a female, age under five (correlates to Jane who is 11 in the 1850 Federal Census), two females, age 5-10 (correlates to Letitia who is 16 in the 1850 Federal Census and an Unknown, who coule be the under five listed in 1830 census and given the wrong age here or someone completely unknown) and a female, age 20-30, probably Margaret when combined with other documentation and her age was marked wrong.

We're not finished with 1840 though. Several pages earlier, Martin Birdcell is listed as head of household. Included in his household is a male, age 15-20 (their youngest son) and another male, age 20-30 (correlates to Reuben in the 1850 Federal Census), plus a male in Martin's age group and a female in Mary's age group.

Now we come to the 1850 Federal Census. Where is Margaret? She died in 1842 and is buried at Delong/Ross/Relief Cemetery in Waterford Twp, Washington Co., Ohio.

There are five Birdsell's buried in that cemetery. In 1930 there was a reading of the tombstones. Listed were: Sarah G. Birdsell, b. 1828, d. 1828. Margaret, b. 1808, d. 1842. Two sons of Abram and M (no dates on this reading). Reuben b. 1847, d. 1848.

In 1970 there was another reading of the headstones of that same cemetery. Those listed this time were: Infant son of A. and M.F. Birdsell. Died 1840. Infant son of A. and M.F. Birdsell. Died 1842. Margaret F., wife of Abram Birdsell. Died 9 November 1812 (1842?). Aged 31 years,  10 months and 3 days. Reuben, son of J.H. and C. Birdsell. Died 6 September 1848. Age 1 year.

There are two problems between the 1930 reading and the 1970 reading. Sarah G. Birdsell is gone from the 1970 reading. In 1930 Margaret's dates are 1808-1842. How can this be? It takes some detective work, but any good genealogist is a good detective, too.

I contacted the Lower Muskingham Historical Society and asked if they had a volunteer who would be willing to go out to the cemetery to photograph the headstones. I always make this request with an offer to pay the volunteer or make a donation to the society. It's the proper thing to do. In this case, Sue Trotter, answered the call. She went to the cemetery. Since it's on private property owned by a utility company and one has to cross railroad tracks, an escort is required. When she got to the cemetery she discovered only a handful of headstones were still readable.

She explained to me that the headstones there were made of sandstone and after about a 100 years they begin to chip and flake off chunks. Over time, they crumble and completely disappear. That is the case for the majority of headstones in that cemetery. They are gone. They did not survive the time they were erected through April of 2012 when she visited the cemetery.

Using this new information, once realizes the dates from the 1930 readings are more accurate than the dates from the 1970 reading, since the stones were forty years younger in 1930. It's reasonable to assume that since Sarah G Birdsell's tombstone was erected probably in 1828 or 1829, it had completely crumbled by 1970 and that is why her reading is missing from the 1970 reading.

Even in 1970 the readers questioned the date of 1812 on Margaret and included the date of 1842 with a question mark. Especially since the two infants were born in 1840 and 1842 and their markers claim them as the son of A. and M.F. Birdsell. When one realizes that sandstone chips and flakes off, it's reasonable to suspect that the original date was 1842 and enough of the date flaked off to make the four appear as a one. If one takes Margaret's age of 31 years, 10 months and 3 days, it gives her a date of birth of about 6 Jan 1812. But if you compare that to the dates on the 1930 reading, they had her year of birth as 1808. It's likely that the age should have read 34 years, 10 months and 3 days. There is enough reason to suspect that the same affect on the 4 in 1842 happened to the 4 in 34 years. If that's the case, then it would give Margaret a date of birth of about 6 Jan 1808, making the 1808-1842 from the 1930 reading accurate.

Again, one needs to keep in mind that the 1930 readings were from markers that were easier to read then than in 1970.

Now we have an approximate date of birth for Margaret. It's possible, but not probable that she ever married Reuben. Two reasons, the first there is no marriage record of her marriage to him. There's a marriage record of her marriage to Abram. There's a marriage record of Abram's second marriage. There's a marriage record of Martin's youngest son. There's a marriage record of Abram's two daughters. There is no marriage record for Reuben and anyone in Ohio. The second reason why it's very unlikely is it appears Margaret was ten years older than Reuben. Reuben was 24 years old when Margaret died. Reuben was 14 or 15 when William was born. It's not reasonable, or logical to believe a 24 or 25 year old female married a 14 or 15 year old male. It's even more unreasonable to believe she left his older brother, who we have documentation that she did marry, for his younger brother. Even more unrealistic is that in 1842 when she died, Abram was able to overlook any such transgression and list himself as her husband on her headstone.

Adding additional doubt to Reuben being William's father is the fact he did not have his own household in 1840. He was still in Martin's household and there is no male listed there that is William's age, nor a female of child bearing years. Adding additional speculation that Abram and Margaret Carolle Birdsell were the parents of William Birdsell is the death certificate for Lucy Jane Birdsell Pettibone. Lucy Jane is the Jane listed in the 1850 Federal Census as Jane, age 11. She married John H Pettibone and had several children. Lucy Jane died 1 Sep 1924. Her death certificate lists Abraham Birdsell as her father.

That is how I came to the conclusion that the parents of William Birdsell, born 24 Nov 1832, was Abram/Abraham and Margaret Carolle Birdsell. I have included most of the records that I have in my possession. The cemetery readings from 1930 and 1970 were obtained from the Washington County Historical Society in Marietta, Ohio.

The only marriage record I've found for a Reuben Birdsell was in 1858 in Missouri. By 1858, William was married and had a son of his own.

When making statements, one needs to have documents that support the statements. The only interest I have in determining which household William was born into is learning more about my ancestors. I did not start the journey biased toward one man over the other. They were both gone long before my birth.

However, the marriage record, the early Federal Census and the readings from the headstones point to a strong belief that William was born to Abram and Margaret. The only document that brings Reuben into the equation is Reuben and William are in the same household in 1850. That document alone is not enough to prove Reuben was his father. However, the evidence that supports Abram and Margaret offer more proof than the one census.

How do you prove your statements when others disagree? And for those who disagree with my statement about William's parentage, I'm willing to consider other options, but please back it up with documents that I can review.

The things left unsaid...for now

I've titled, written and deleted about five different posts this morning.

How do I say what I really want to say without offending? I can't. So, I write, delete and try again.

There are things that are best left unsaid. Some of them are best left unsaid forever. Some are best left unsaid for a period of time.

Will I ever say what I want to say at this moment? I don't know. Probably. Possibly.

But for now, I'll leave things unsaid. 

Or not.

There are two words I'm struggling with at this moment.

The first word is family. This is the definition I mean when I use the term family: 3. A group of persons sharing common ancestry.

The second word that is weighing heavy on my heart today is exclusion. A keeping apart.

In my heart, I believe that anytime the second word is used the first word is voided. 

These two words void out the other when used together. 

Maybe I did finally say what has been weighing heavily on my heart for so long now. 

When exclusion is practiced, there is no family.

A family has no desire for exclusion.

You can't have both. You can have one or the other. But not both.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Commonly overlooked resources

The two resources available to me that started me on this road of genealogy are my mother's records and the internet. 

My goal was to preserve her records, nothing more. It did not include adding to her records. Gulp. So much for that one. 

Because I spent many years watching my mother acquire all her records the old fashioned way, via snail mail or visiting local repositories, I was aware that both methods were valid ways to obtain family data. 

I'll admit, when I first started digitizing my mother's records I was amazed at all the records that are now available online. Every US Federal Census from 1790-1940 that has survived is available online. That's pretty amazing. 

Each day more and more states are adding vital records to online data bases. Some states have digitized personal and property tax documents. Some old newspapers are available online. 

The list is endless to what is available online. 

The stagering fact is that out of all the millions, even billions, of records available online, about 90% of records are still not online. While 100% of the US Federal Census from 1790-1940 are online, the vital records from the states that are available online are no more than 10%. Ditto personal and property tax records. I'm not sure if I've ever found any school records online. So that resource is pretty close to 0% being online. 

In Jewell County, where my ancestors settled, none of the tax records or vital records are online. None of the school records are online. I discovered yesterday that some of the newspapers are online, but it's just a drop in the bucket at this stage. Just one teeny tiny drop in a very large bucket. 

One of the most overlooked resources are the county courthouses, genealogical societies and historical societies. Even with all the modern gadgets we have there is still one way to reach out to these places, snail mail or the phone. Call the county courthouse in the area where you are having problems. Ask who has the old death and birth records. Ask them the best way to initiate a request for a search. Sometimes while you are talking to a human being who actually lives in the area where your ancestors lived, you can learn little things about the area. Why did your ancestor leave the area? In my case, I learned that the soil could no longer support the requirements of the growing population so many moved on to more fertile areas. I've even asked some of the local courthouses where my ancestors lived if they know if there is anyone by the surname still in the area. 

The people working or volunteering in the local repositories (and that's what a courthouse, genealogical society and historical society is to the genealogist...a repository) are usually proud of their area. They love the area where they live and they love sharing some of that information with those of us who can't visit there in person. 

Once you get past the county level, there is usually a state level genealogical society and historical society. Plus most of the more current vital records are kept on the state level. 

However, the most commonly overlooked resource is ourselves. It's our ability to use our reasoning to evaluate if the information we've acquired makes sense. 

There are many more overlooked resources. I'll share them as I think of them. In the meantime, happy ancestor hunting.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Today

Today Leo Eugene Birdsell was laid to rest. He fought a brave and galant battle since the beginning of 2012 with cancer. Through it all he never lost his sharp wit or his keen sense of humor. Thankfully, he was rewarded with very little pain until the last day.

May he rest in peace.

My uncle Leo, just like his brother, my father, and his sister, my aunt, were defined by an event that happened when they were very young. Uncle Leo was 2, Dad was 4 and Aunt Inez was 6 when their mother died. Many, and I've been guilty of this very same thing, believed this was extremely tragic. Yes, the death of a mother at such a young age was tragic. Heartbreaking even.

However, as much as it might have defined those three children for so many, those three children did not let it define who they were for themselves.

Most of us can't imagine growing up without our mother. For those three, they would have loved to have had her, but they also didn't completely understand why a child should only have two parents, since they had three. Their father and their late mother's parents. All three of those who loved Thelma the most raised her children. All three were grateful that their father, my grandfather, had the presence of mind to ask his in-laws to come out of retirement and help him raise his children.

There's nothing to do except admit the death of Thelma was tragic.

However, what seems to have gotten lost in this is that is the only part of the story of Roscoe, Thelma, George, Addie, Inez, Dale and Leo that was tragic.

The lives of those three children that Thelma brought into the world and gave to the world was anything but tragic. They were joyous lives. They had wonderful lives. Yes, they had hardships throughout their long lives, but overall, their lives were great lives. Lives that were celebrated by many. Aunt Inez never married, but she spent her whole life raising (by teaching) over 40 years of children in the town of Jewell. She helped shape and mold many into better human beings. My dad spent his life nurturing not only his family, but the land. He cared for each, the land and family with the same respect and care, therefore each gave back to him all he expected of it and more. Uncle Leo raised his sons, worked hard for the county and spent his free time with his wife, his family, watching all the local kids at one sporting event or another.

These three children who did have a tragic start in life, had anything but a tragic life. They gave of themselves to so many and in return are mourned by so very many. Family and friends.

Today, we celebrated the life that my uncle lived. But I'm taking this time to celebrate the long life of Roscoe, George, Addie, Inez, Dale, Leo and especially the short but important life of Thelma who gave us Inez, Dale and Leo. Without all of them, many of us who are mourning for the youngest child or Roscoe and Thelma would not be here today.

Rest in peace Uncle Leo. Now you can ask Grandpa George the one question you wanted me to find the answer to when I went to LeRoy. How did he meet Grandma Addie? I'll be waiting for that answer when I see you again.

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Little did I know

Last night as I struggled to finally write the blog post about the last one standing, I had no idea that this morning the torch of the most senior generation of the direct descendants of Roscoe and Thelma would be passed on to me, my siblings and my two cousins.

I did know Uncle Leo was not in good shape. I suspected he would not be here to bid summer farewell and welcome autumn.

This morning, around 0930, Uncle Leo Eugene Birdsell went to join his parents, his brother and his sister and all the ancestors.

Rest in peace. I'm going to miss you.

Saturday, August 04, 2012

The Last One Standing

I've attempted to write this particular post several times. In fact, I wrote it, posted it and deleted it.

For some reason, I know what I want to say, but how to say it keeps escaping my fingertips.

A lot of life is about preparing. The first few years of our life our parents prepare us with the necessary skills so we can go to school. First there is potty training and weaning. Then social skills. We learn how to play with other children. Once we get to school we learn things which is really just that teacher preparing us for the next grade we'll move to. On it goes. Kindergarten, grade school, middle school (or junior high when I was in school), high school. From there some stop with formal education. Some go to a trade school, others to a community college, others to a four year school.

All of that is to prepare us for the real world. We're also still learning about how to interact with others and play nicely, or not. We're probably learning what we want in a mate. We're learning if we want children or not. But each step is preparing us for the next phase of our life.

One thing I've never heard anyone discuss or state they spent all their life preparing to be the last one standing.

Louise Eunice Knight Dietz was one such person. I doubt if she prepared for it. One day it just happened. Richard Lee Knight was also thrown into the roll of the last one standing. So was Leo Eugene Birdsell. Unless there is a disaster that takes a whole family at one time, or unless one is an only child, each generation has the last one standing.

What is the last one standing? It's pretty obvious. It's the last one out of your parents, you and your siblings. It's the last one left. No longer is there anyone left who lived in the same household as you when you were a child.

How can one prepare for such a thing? On one level, you can't. I doubt if any of those who were the last ones left ever thought about it until the day when they were the only one left.

Sure, they had their children, their cousins, other family. But they're the last of that generation that are a direct descendant of their parents. Some will even be the last of that generation who are direct descendants of their grandparents. And some the last of that generation of their great grandparents.

Wait, we're not even close to that stage yet. Right? Most of us aren't. In my family, my parents are gone, I have all my siblings. I have one living blood line uncle. The day is rapidly approaching when he will join his parents and brother and sister. That leaves my siblings, myself, and my uncles two sons as the senior generation of the direct descendants of our shared grandparents. It's a very sobering thought.  Especially since my siblings, myself and our four living cousins on our mother's side of the family are the senior generation of direct descendants for that set of grandparents.

The worst part isn't that it reminds us of our own mortality. The worst part is all those wonderful people and their personalities, memories and history are gone, too.

But they don't have to be. Even if you've lived a busy life and forgot to include immediate and extended family. You can always stop and start including all those people still living into your life. It really is that simple. You might have one or two who wonder what you're up to, but for the most part, they'll welcome you back with open arms. That's what family does.

Do you miss Uncle Paul and Aunt Ethel? Do you wish you could hear more about them and their life? Well, since you can't talk to them, you can talk to their children. Or their grandchildren.

Is there anyone left of the generation before you of your grandparents direct descendants? If so, get to know them if you don't. If not, get to know their children. Then go up to your great grandparents. How many of their direct descendants are still living? You'll be amazed at all the relatives you find. Plus even some that are a more senior generation than you are.

The great thing about family, you can keep going back a generation to the common relative, the next one being all of your great, great grandparents and all of their direct descendants. You'll find so many relatives that you never dreamed that you had. You'll hear family stories about people that will amaze you. You'll forget that you're the senior generation of your parents direct descendants.

And then if the day arrives and you are the last one standing, you won't feel alone. Because you've embraced all of your extended family. You won't be the only one that is the last one standing. You'll realize that your fourth cousin Herbert is also the last one standing and so is cousin Mary, and even cousin Lou and cousin Connie. With that many who are interacting with you, you won't feel like the last one standing. Because you aren't. You have all this wonderful family surrounding you.

Even if you aren't the last one standing, finding and developing relationships with those distant cousins, either distant through lineage or through space, will mean that when you go there are that many more people who will share memories about you. When it's all over, that's all we can really leave behind. The memories of us that others carry in their hearts and share with their loved ones.

Your assignment is to contact a relative that you typically don't stay in touch with. Reopen that branch of your family tree.

Disclaimer: I'm not doing genealogy because I think I'll be the last one standing. If I am the last one standing my siblings will be pissed since I'm the only smoker out of all of us. :-)

Monday, July 30, 2012

Back in 1810

This is an example of one of an 1810 Federal Census from Chazy township, Clinton County, New York.

I don't know if there is still a Chazy township or a Clinton County in the state of New York. If there isn't, it wouldn't be the first or last time that a census record outlived a name.

If you click on this image you can make it larger. This image, even with the bleed thru of the ink is still around 100% readable. It's not easy. First there is the task of learning how to read handwriting from over 200 years ago. Just as the words we use have changed, the way we made our letters in 1810 has changed over the last two centuries, too. Sometimes not a lot and in some cases, the changes are stagering.

To give you an idea of what a genealogist faces, this site has some great samples at the bottom of the page. Click on the century you'd like to view.

Not all handwriting is created equal. And in this case when there is ink bleed thru it can be a challenge.

Another problem is there was a very large portion of the population who did not know how to read or write in 1810. In a lot of cases the census taker couldn't ask them how to spell their given or their surname. Plus it was a great big melting pot with various accents among this brand new country.

If you're still following me, take your surname or a surname of any of your family lines. Click on the picture and try to find it there. As a rule, while you maybe can't read every thing written there, you can tell pretty easily if that page of the census contains the surname you're attempting to locate. Handwriting, bleed thru, the whole ball of wax. Can you with confidently state that the surname you opted to search for is there or is not there?

I'd rate the image quality from fair to poor. Where the bleed thru is located it's poor, the rest of it is fair. Still, it provides me with the proof I'm trying to locate. My ancestor was not enumerated on that image number in Chazy Township, Clinton County, New York.

Another thing I try to remember, when the hand writing gets very sloppy, this same man wrote all those names for that enumeration district. Some of them in a day. His hands were probably very tired at the end of the day.

Back in 1810, a man started out one morning to make an accounting of all those living in this district. At some point in that day he stopped at each of these homes and learned the age ranges and gender of each person in his district. Two hundred and two years ago. Probably this time of year, since a lot of the early censuses were conducted in July and August. Was it hot in your area today? It didn't stop that census taker. He had a job to do.

Today you've had the honor of observing a part of his job, but also an accounting of every family on this page. Each line with a name represents the whole household. Look at all the people you've got a small sampling of their lives by viewing one page of a federal census. They all were alive 202 years ago. Right now, as you read their names, these unknown names for the most part, there's a small flicker of their lives from over 200 years ago.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Imagine

For a minute, pretend that you are a census taker. Your job is to go around to your neighbors and ask them questions. As they give you answers you type their responses into your laptop. From sun up to sun down, you're out there with your laptop, enumerating all those in your district.

You feel good about your job. After all, by getting an accurate number of people in each township, you know that life will be good when all the gerry-mandering starts...I mean the redistricting. By making sure every person in your district is accounted for, your area will get their fair share of income redistribution...I mean fair share of Federal tax money for all the projects most people in your district didn't know they wanted...err, I mean needed.

See how easy it is to take something like the Federal Census and turn it into something political. That is not what I want to do. I do hope the humor there was obvious. Each person views the census and census taker completely different.

However, let's go back to our current day census taker with his/her laptop.

And imagine.

Imagine 150 years from now your dusty laptop is pulled out of a storage closest with all that wonderful data on it. They turn it on and they can see all the information that was collected 150 years ago. Right? I doubt it. A computer from 20 years ago isn't much good today. Files from 20 years ago are for most people unreadable with today's software. So, 150 years from now, what's on my computer or your computer today is pretty useless.

Yet...today I've spent most of the day reading documents that contain data that was collected over 200 years ago. I didn't read the original document, but I read an image of the original document.

The census taker in 1810 went from house to house, either on foot or horse and or buggy. Maybe a mule. He, yes it was a he, she's were not census takers in 1810, carried a supply of quill pens with him and a bottle of ink, plus plenty of paper. The names and hash marks he made in 1810 are readable today. Well, for the most part they are. Some haven't held up well over the last 200 years. Some have names that are very hard to read due to water damage or the name is at the top or bottom of the page or near the crease and the ink shows wear and tear. But overall, most of them are over 99% readable. I'm not talking one or two documents. I'm talking hundreds of pages of documents are still readable today. If I were where the original documents were kept I wouldn't need any special equipment to read them. Just my eyes and my hands to turn the pages.

As I read the 1810 census I wondered if the guy who wrote all those names and made all those hash marks could even imagine that in 2012 someone would be reading his writing, searching for information. I doubt it.

I'm sure he was only doing his job so redistricting was based on accurate numbers. And in those days, the federal government didn't have anything called an income tax to give back to us. So even that aspect of it was lost on him.

Would he shake his head in wonder that so many of us are looking for clues about our ancestors from over 200 years ago? Probably.

Imagine for a minute that you were he.

Now ask yourself, what types of things do you have that have the potential to be found and usable in 200 years?

Imagine...something of yours lasting that long.

Friday, July 27, 2012

The sinkable undone tasks

It doesn't matter what hobby or profession one pursues, it's very easy to discover that there's a lot of "i"s to be dotted and "t"s to be crossed.

If we dot and cross those letters as they appear they do not seem unreasonable. You don't look at them as if you're supposed to wash the Empire State Building, top to bottom, in an hour. Even a week would seem impossible. Just having that job is enough to make one want to rip their hair out of their head. 

Today I realized that I have over 1500 people to organize and determine what documents I still need for them and then put them in a system that makes sense. The paper copies. Remember, even if we scan everything into a digital file, we still have to keep those paper documents somewhere. 

I'm ten to twenty three ring binders short of being able to organize things into a system that might make sense. 

Anyway, I'm off to start. I have an idea. We'll see if it works. Sigh. Why didn't I do this from ancestor one? 

Tools for the genealogist

Every hobby and profession has a list of tools to help them.

Genealogy is no exception.

Here's a list of some of the tools I have that I believe makes life a little easier for me.

1) Computer.

2) A good quality printer. An all in one is great, a scanner, printer and fax machine.

3) A hand scanner.

4) Memory stick(s).

5) Digital camera.

6) Acid free paper.

7) Acid free protective covers for your papers.

8) Assortment of three ring binders.

9) Ancestry software.

10) Ancestors.

Do you have to have all of the above? Of course not. The only thing you have to have is number 10, ancestors. Since we all have those, we all have a starting point.

The other nine items help us keep track of the information pertaining to our ancestors. Some of them help us acquire new information easier than if we didn't have it, i.e., the computer.

I can sit at my computer and find the 1820 Federal Census for New York state. I don't have to use the computer to get a copy of that Federal Census page, but it makes it easier and it takes less time than writing to the repository, guessing which county and township I'm interested in and having them pull up the exact page and shipping it to me. Not only do I not have to wait for the mail service to deliver my request to them, or their search results to be returned to me, I don't have to pay for postage, search fees or copying fees.

When my mother was alive and working on genealogy, it was all paper and ink. Today you have a choice. You can do a lot of it electronically, or paper and ink. Most of us use both. We have our information stored in an ancestry program or our trees stored online at one of the many places where you can enter the information into your online tree, and we have backup copies in three ring binders.

Why store it both ways? If you have it stored electronically, it's so much easier to share your information with cousin Jane who lives several states away. Just email her the file. The paper copies are for your protection incase something happens and you lose your electronic files. Sometimes you lose your paper files. It's best to have both.

Once you start finding information, acquiring documents, photographs, etc., you'll notice something interesting. The documents and pictures on paper are still here today. We don't have electronic files that are a couple hundred years old or even older. We do have paper documents that are that old and still readable today. Paper has a history of lasting a very long time if you pick a quality paper and protect it with an acid free environment.

Just a few tools that I find very helpful and my reasoning behind why I have things stored electronically and in binders.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Sobering wake up call

Once again, there is much debate, negative and positive regarding the DNA test through ancestry.com.

Crista Cowen posted a most interesting blog that presented a challenge to me. Go read it. I'll wait for you.




Okay, you're back. How did I do? Sigh.

Generation 1-4 I have 15 out of 15 names. 100% Yay.

Generation 5 I have 16 our of 16 names. Another 100%.

Generation 6 I have 28 out of 32 names. Still not bad.

Generation 7 I have 28 out of 64 names. Oops. We dipped way below the 50% mark.

Generation 8, 8 out of 128 names.

Generation 9, 10 out of 256 names.

Generation 10, six out of 512 names.

Out of 1023 direct ancestors, I've found 111 of them. That's a staggering 10.85%. Yes, you did detect just a teeny tiny big of sarcasm there.

There are some holes that I could fill in fairly confidently. However, even if I filled in every blank spot with very likely ancestors, the truth is fairly sad, it might move me up to having located 15% at the most of my direct ancestors.

For those of you not terribly familiar with all this, I am generation one. I have one mother and one father, and they are generation two. Each of them has one more and one father and they are generation three. Each of my grandparents has one mother and one father, for generation four.

Me =1
Mom and Dad = 2
Maternal and Paternal grandparents = 4
Great grandparents = 8
Four generations = 15 people.

All we're looking for in this ten genration chart are the parents of each of our direct ancestors.

The really interesting aspect is when you attempt to figure out what century you'll end up in when finding the tenth generation. We usually think of the age between one generation to the next as 20-30 years. To keep things somewhat uniform, let's average it to 25 years. So, let's say that you were born in the mid 70s. Your parents were probably born in the early 50s, your grandparents around 1925 and your great grandparents around the turn of the century. Using this 25 year theory between generations, the fifth generation, your great, great grandparents should have been born about 1875. The sixth generation about 1850, the 7th 1825, the 8th about 1800, the 9th around 1775 and the tenth around 1750.

The truth is, one some lines it will hold true, and ten generations back will be around 1750 if you were born around the mid 70s. Yet some of your lines will be back into the early 1600s ten generations back. Not everyone married at the age of 24 and reproduced at the age of 25. Some married younger and some married older.

I have a great, great grandfather whose wife was 25 years younger than him. Was she a second wife? I don't know. I can't find proof of another wife, but that doesn't mean an earlier wife didn't exist. It only means I haven't found any evidence there was a wife prior to my great, great grandmother.

Plus, if your direct ancestor is the eldset of 12 children your time line going backwards will be different than if your direct ancestor was the youngest of 12 children.

This is only a range of when how long ago 10 generations happened based on when you were born, not on the harsh reality of when your ancestors were actually born. Ten generations will be around 225 to 350 years ago from when you were born. Let's make it easier and round it to a nice even number of 300 years.

I can account for less than 11% of the people directly responsible for me out of the last 300 years.

The Ancestry.com DNA test goes back several hundred to possibly thousands of years in our genetic ethnicity. Well, guess what? I don't know enough about my cultural ethnicity with the numbers I've just shared to know if my genetic ethnicity is correct or not. 89.15% of my direct ancestors from the last 300 years are completely unknown to me. How can I say the test was wrong? I can't.

What I can say is dang, I'll be some of those 89.15% came from Central Europe.

Anyway, another post hoping to show other genealogist the numbers so maybe they won't be upset by their DNA results. I believe between all the posts I've devoted to this subject lately many aspects have been considered.

But that 10.85% of direct ancestors for ten generations was very sobering to me. I knew I had a long way to go. I didn't realize I'd have to live to be 7,958 to have a chance of finding all of them.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

More thoughts on the DNA testing for genealogy

More and more people are getting their results back from the DNA testing that Ancestry.com has been offering.

Some are very disappointed to downright angry. Some think it's a fraud because it doesn't agree with what they've proven.

This is going to be somewhat technical. I'm sorry for that. I  hope I don't bore anyone too much.

First and foremost, in a previous blog, I talked some about the differences between our cultural and genetic ethnicity. You can read it here. It starts toward the bottom. If you read the whole post, you'll see that I didn't expect the results to solve much of anything. It's a tool, not magic. I still believe it's a tool and not a magic bullet.

Another thing I want to point out that any DNA test that is priced at a hundred bucks is not highway robbery. Honestly, it's a bargain basement price. Especially since it tests several thousand markers. It was either 70,000 or 700,000 markers. Good grief, if you think that's expensive, you have not had much lab work done. Need a blood transfusion and if we find an antibody in your screen, you'll know that it costs a lot more than 100 bucks to find out what antigen (which is a marker) that you don't have but you've developed an antibody to from a previous transfusion. That's one marker for a lot more than a 100 bucks.

Now for the science to genetic testing. I'm going to use what we  know about our little red blood cells. We have a genotype and a phenotype. Some people's genotype and phenotype are exactly the same.

Red blood cells 101. As a rule, we think of four blood groups. Type O, Type A, Type B, and Type A,B.

Your blood type is your phenotype. It's what we can test and observe. It does NOT mean it's your genotype though.

Your genotype is the set of genes you carry. Your phenotype is what we can observe in the lab.

Confused? Let me give a very brief and I hope simple fact of life. You inherit one set of genes from your mother and another set of genes from your father.

Type O blood only means that it lacks the antigen associated with Type A and Type B. Type A blood has a different antigen than Type B, which is why we can observe and note with confidence your blood phenotype.

Remember, we inherit one gene from Mom and one gene from Dad.

Let's say Mom is Type A, B and Dad is Type O. What that means is our mother inherited Type A from her mother or father and Type B from her mother or father. Since your dad is Type O, it means he inherited neither the A or B antigen from either his mother or father. What will your parent's children blood group be in this scenario?

Their phenotype will be either Type A, or Type B.

Mom---------->        A antigen             B antigen

Dad
  |
  |
O antigen                A,O                      B,O

O antigen                A,O                      B,O

The genotype (the actual genes that you have) can only be A,O or B,O in this case. Your phenotype (what we can actually measure) will be Type A or Type B.

In my case, my phenotype is Type A. I do not know what my genotype is. It is either A,A or A,O. If I had had a child with Type B or Type O blood, I'd know that my genotype was A,O. But if my children are either Type A or Type A,B, then there's no way to know what my actual genotype is. Any Type O blood cells that I may or may not have received from one of my parents is still hiding if they exist. We can't pick them up with our testing. We can only find them when Type A and Type B are both absent.

Your blood type is one marker. Only one marker. And you see how you can believe you're one thing, yet you could be so much more than that one thing you think you are. If you're Type O, it's cut and dried. Your genotype and phenotype are the same. Ditto with Type A,B.

But I only inherited half of my genotype from my mother and half from my father. Both of them inherited a gene for their blood type from their mother and their father. I've lost half of each one of my parents traits, since each of them was only able to pass on 50% of their genes to me. My siblings got some of the ones I didn't get. And some of them went to the grave with my parents, never to be seen again in my direct blood line.

As we go back in our trees, it's becomes easy to see how many things do get lost and how something can be hidden and comes to light today that shocks us. It's always been there, but since we can only test phenotype (what can be observed) and not genotype (our actual genes) then it's easy to see when a DNA test uses 70,000 or 700,000 markers how we can all be shocked beyond belief.

If you want to learn more just type "genotype versus phenotype" into your favorite search engine. Google really is our friend. :-)

Monday, July 23, 2012

What makes a family?

In genealogy we focus on blood families. Sadly, if you're not related by blood, a lot of times you get shoved to the background.

I'm sure that my great grandfather, John Asher Knight, felt a deep love and affection for Abraham Trubey, the man who raised them after his own father died when John Asher was four years old. While John Asher had Knight blood in his viens, it was Abraham Trubey who took the young boy as his own and instilled all the good things in the man John Asher became. I'm positive his blood father had a lot of good and instilled a lot of positive in him in those four years they had together, but when John Asher thought of his father, he thought of Abraham Trubey.

Abraham did not adopt his step children. But he did raise them as his own.

In my own immediate family, my husband started out as a step father, then became an adopted father to my children. When they think of their father, they think of him. He is their father in spirit and on paper, but not by blood.

None of that can be ignored. He is their father. Just as Abraham was John Asher's father.

That's only part of the story. We have step parents. Blended families. Extended families. Some of the people who we think of as our most reliable family, we don't share blood with. Some of them we do.

There are times as a genealogist when I forget that family is more than shared blood.

It was brought home to me yesterday.

What makes a family? So many things.

Yesterday, I lost a person that I consider a family member. We didn't share blood. However, we shared relatives that shared blood from both of our lines. One niece and four nephews of mine lost their grandpa on the other side of their family. And it's as if I lost a family member, too. I think back and I can't remember life without Gerald in it. First as a part of the community and then as an extended part of our family. I do remember him from before his daughter married my brother. The marriage might not have lasted, but the family tie between our families was strong enough that divorce couldn't shatter it.

Today, I'm not a genealogist. I'm just a human mourning the loss of a man that I thought of as family. A smart man. A creative man, who knew how to get things done and if he didn't know how, wasn't afraid to learn how to do it himself. A crafty old guy. But mostly, a gentle and kind man. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfectly human.

He will be missed by so many.

Today, family is all of us, blood relatives, neighbors, and friends who help celebrate his life while missing him. Our hearts don't care if we shared his blood or not. It only cares that we shared memories with him and his blood family.

Rest in peace, Gerald.