Ramblings and Recipes
I am all about the search. I am all for finding the people with whom you share a blood connection.
I believe that DNA becoming more and more affordable is making DNA testing happen. I have been reading heartwarming stories of people even in their 90's discovering family that they never knew they had, or family that has been lost.
The thing that people do not talk about as much is when family does not want to be contacted.
I have been fortunate with some of the people that I have searched for. I have "new" aunts that I never knew I had. I cherish each and every one of them. I have cousins, I have grand cousins. It is amazing that these warm, loving and caring people are part of my family.
I have also come in contact with people who have not been wonderful. I interacted with a distant cousin who accused me of lying because they did not want to be a part of my family. This person said that I manipulated my DNA to match theirs. Emotionally, I was able to tell that they had a lot of issues, and I did not push. I gave them the space that they needed. It hurt my feelings at the time, because I so badly wanted to have my missing family members. This person (I am being very careful to not identify them) blocked me from Facebook. They blocked me from their phone. How do I know this? They made it a point to share that with me.
Was I overzealous in my actions with them? Actually, I am very proud that I was very polite. I did not intrude in their life. I did not ask a lot of questions. I merely pointed out the match that was on several of the DNA platforms that we both tested on.
If you are reaching out to family members that you do not know prior to your test, the best approach is non emotional. Simply state the facts and go forward from there. Just because you want a relationship with all of your newfound family does not mean that they are even prepared for such revelations. Take it slow. Be prepared to explain how you are related.
If it is a very close match, such as a parent, ask if they are able to talk.
Best of luck!
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I have seen in all of the years of my genealogical research countless errors and straight out lies.
When my mother died, there was a huge error in her obituary. I called the newspaper and they agreed to make the corrections.
A few days later, the corrected information showed up, and I assumed that everything was alright and that there was nothing left to do on my part.
If only I had known then what I know now.
Simply making the correction with the newspaper is not enough. You will need to call the funeral home so that the records they submit on behalf of your family member will be correct. You may have to furnish proof of the information that you are providing, but in the long run, you will be very glad that you did so.
Even now, 2 decades after the death of my mother, I will run into the error of her birth date. It is frustrating and I am still in the process of correcting this error. What are some errors that you have discovered in your research and what have you done to correct them?
Ancestry rolled out a fun new feature today-Trading Cards. If you have a membership at Ancestry and have taken the DNA test, go and check out the new feature. It is a lot of fun, and I found my 10 year old stepson asking a lot of questions about it and then telling me that he wanted to have his trading card made!
So, for family members that may be reticent to get their DNA testing done, because they want some tangible proof of "What's in it for me?", the Ancestry DNA trading card may be the very thing that gets them on board.
Downside of the trading card? It will only show your top 7 ethnicities. If you have a greater mix, the lesser percentages will not show up. Other downside, the hashtag is My American DNA. I do not know how or if this feature changes in other countries. If you do, please share your trading card image.
Thanks, Ancestry, for bringing this fun feature out! Although the card is listed as being limited edition, I am hoping that they will leave it as a permanent feature!
Share your thoughts!
She cut the salad into big huge, coarse pieces. Bowls were stacked high with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions. As she filled a bowl, one of her daughters would come and empty the bowl into the food processor, turning the pieces into bite sizes. One by one the vegetables were assembled into salads. All this was done from Sunday night to Thursday night. In the morning, they would rise before dawn, load the food truck with everything that they had prepared and make their rounds.
On the evenings, her husband would cook all of the meats that would be made into sandwiches, tacos and more. As they made their rounds from construction site to construction site, Mary and Charlie would track each item by seeing what was left at the end of the day. They learned what sold and what did not sell. Each site had their favorites.
Mary longed for the days of her childhood, growing up in rural Louisiana with her family. She remembered playing barefoot in the mud in September, when summer was dying and fall was pretending to be there. Charlie had charmed her when he was working on the highway. Everyday, he would make sure to come into her family gas station when she was there, ordering a sandwich and getting a cold drink. He would sit at the only table, one that seated 2. All the while he was eating, Charlie would toss questions at her.
One day, Mary looked at him. None of the other workers were there with him. They sat in the shade of the tree, eating from their lunch pails. Drinking from their big Stanley Thermos. Laughing and playing with the dog that sat in one of the foreman's trucks all day long except for breaks.
"Why don't you sit with your friends and have lunch with them?" She asked, bringing him the sandwich he ordered.
"They have lunches made by their wives and girlfriends. I don't have one of those."
Mary laughed. Her grey eyes danced in the sunlight.
"You should get one. My dad is buying this store from your lunches."
They both laughed.
On Friday, he showed up after work. A first. He asked to speak to her father. Her father, a man named Dalton came from behind the counter, wiping his huge hands on his apron.
"Need a couple of sandwiches for the weekend? Come by each day and we will make them fresh so that you don't have a soggy one."
Mary swept the floor while they talked. Went and got the mop. Mopped the floor. She didn't notice what they were talking about, only noticed that they were having a good time, which was nice.
"Mary!" Her father called out, loudly.
"Yes, sir?" She answered as she came around the corner.
"This fella wants to take you out tonight or tomorrow, your choice. I told him that we are Catholic, so Saturday is out unless he wants to go with us to Saturday service first."
"You asking me out?" Mary asked, looking him right in the face.
"I am." Thought that I should ask your father, first. Respect to him, of course."
Mary smiled. No one had ever asked her out before. No one had ever asked her father for permission.
She looked at him. "Saturday we go to Anticipatory Mass. Wanna go?"
"I am Catholic, too." Charlie said, smiling at her.
Mary nodded. "Ok. Super. Will you meet us at church or come to our house?" She asked, looking at her father instead of Charlie.
"He will meet us at church and y'all will go to dinner afterwards. Be home by 9:30. You know we do a lot of prep work for Sunday on Saturday night."
Her mother braided her hair the night before and Mary slept on the braids so that she would have waves for her date. Her sister, Corrie helped by loaning her a plain white shirt to wear, Jim, her brother polished her shoes.
They went to a small diner after church where they split a plate of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. He walked her to the door, where her father invited him in. Charlie stayed and helped cut up food and prep for the needs of people who would come into their store to purchase food for Sunday dinners. For the truckers that would need their coffee to go. For the train conductor who, every Sunday would buy 3 packs of gum and a piece of fruit with the Sunday paper.
He listened. He laughed at her fathers' jokes. He was helpful.
7 weeks later, he proposed. They were married the next month. "Why wait?" Her father asked, squeezing Mary close to him. "I want grandchildren. Your mother has a whole closet of baby things she has been making for years." Everyone laughed.
The wedding was small. Friends and family. Her wedding cake was tiny mini cakes because of rationing from the war.
In less than a year, a baby came. Over the years, 5 girls would come into their lives. Mary would tell Charlie that she was sorry that she did not have a boy for him. Charlie would laugh. "I have all brothers. I have enough men in construction. Why do I want another boy when I have a beautiful family?"
Years later, life would change. When the construction project started to move farther and farther away from her family, Mary and her husband had a decision to make. They decided to convert a camper into a food truck. It would mean that they could be productive and spend time together.
At first, it was hard. As they learned the ropes, it became easier. They lived happily ever after.
This is the story that I was told by Mary's granddaughter about her grandparents who, in their 90s are happily retired and in good health. I begged her to get the story on tape and transcribe it, because the best teller of the story is the one that lived it. She did exactly that and I was sent a copy. I stripped the personal details for this article, but I am sure that you can see and feel the vividness in the story. You can look up the locations. You can add stories to each of the people, the parents, the children, the grandchildren and so forth.
This is adding depth and richness of color to your family tree. Find your family members and ask them the story of how they met! Happy Valentine's Day!
My step son is one of the dearest, sweet and kind people that you could ever meet. He cares about animals, he cares about the world. and he wants to make a difference in most everything that he does.
This year, his school is participating in the American Heart Association's Jump Rope for Heart. This drive does a lot of good work for children.
It teaches them in an easy to understand way how important it is to take care of yourself. The program shows the importance of smart food choices, such as cutting down on sugary drinks. It has also taught him that he needs to be physically active for at least 60 minutes a day. There are other education points in the program, but it has delighted me to hear him speaking to family about the importance of creating or maintaining good heart health.
I hope that you will make a contribution to his fundraiser. Thank you for reading this post!
American Heart Association My step son's page! Thanks for your donation!
What a very eventful year 2017 has been for me! I have learned a lot about my biological paternal family, I have learned a lot about genealogy, and in the spring of this year, I got married!
This coming week, I will be going to the nice people who issue driver's licenses and I will be writing an article about the information that is contained on various ones in the United States.
Additionally, my step son wrote an article for school about genealogy, and I will be including it here, since it was a project that he did without my knowledge (except for one question he asked me). Perhaps some other schools would be interested in doing a similar project.
I look forward to everything that is in store for 2018.
Be safe, be blessed and keep reading!
I have been a little remiss in getting my updates here on the site as my husband was hit from behind in a rear end collision. It has changed our lives, but hopefully, his injuries are not permanent. The car was a total loss, but I am grateful to have him alive! I will have an update by the end of this weekend as well as some beautiful forms for sale here by mid week this week.
The past few months have been very lovely in terms of the private comments that I have received from you, my loyal readers. In time for Thanksgiving, I will be releasing some holiday forms for you to carry with you for your Thanksgiving celebrations in the United States, and for your Autumn genealogical research everywhere.
There will be a few simple family trees as well as a couple of easy to print out and fill in questionnaires for you and your family. Nothing will be more expensive than $10.00.
Look for it in the next few days!
I have been researching an article for a few months now that I am finally ready to write. This is about my 7th generation grandparents and their children. If we don't share their stories, they are lost.
Isobel Wilson, born around 1716 married William Moore, born around 1717. They lived in Donaghmore, Tyrone, Northern Ireland.
The winter of 1766 was horrible for crops. The crop loss was so bad that it was written about in newspapers and sanctions were put in place by the king to preserve the food supplies. Stills of certain sizes were ordered to cease production. (It has to be bad when governments are shutting down stills!) It was noted that people with less than an acre of land would have already run through their food supply at the time the letter was published.
I can only imagine the anguish that William and Isobel were going through. They were parents. No one wants to watch their family starve to death before their eyes. The mood was very dark in the Moore household. Hope was something that surely was fading day by day as they ran through whatever resources that they did have. Northern Ireland is not known for warm, balmy winters. We will leave them huddled over a small fire, worrying about what their future holds for a moment.
In another part of the world, a ship had been completed in the largest fresh water port in the world, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The ship was completed in 1766, the same year of the crop failures in Europe.
William Ray, of Ballyroney, Ireland was one of the three owners of the ship, named Nancy. The ship needed to start making a profit as soon as possible. The Captain, Samuel Hannah traveled with William Ray where they recruited poor Irish in northeast Ireland to take the trip. Why poor Irish? The South Carolina government was offering incentives. It was called the Bounty Act. For the passengers, passage would be free to those who signed up.
For William and Isobel, 1766 had to be a hellish nightmare. I can only imagine their joy when they either read the ad in the Belfast paper or, more likely, heard about the trip from either Hannah and Ray or neighbors sharing the news. Either way, word came of a program that would send you to the United States at no cost to you if you were poor, a Protestant and got a letter from your church basically vouching for your character and membership in a non Catholic church.
Sorry, you read that right, Catholics were not eligible.
There were amazing stories being shared. Tales of two crops being harvested off the land in one season. 100 acres of land for every man, 50 acres for all the members of his family. No taxes on the land for 10 years. After that, texas would be 3 shillings per year FOREVER. There would be ample food on the trip.
For a husband and wife with 4 children, 2 sons and 2 daughters, I am sure that the choice was not a hard one. Yes, it would be heartbreaking to leave everything you know and never come back, but the alternative was gruesome.
Nancy was advertised as being a 300 ton ship. In actuality, she was registered in Philadelphia as 80 tons. According to the laws and rules for human transport at that time, Nancy should only have taken on 80 adults, maximum. Instead, she left with over 300 passengers and brought appx. 291 into Charles Town, South Carolina. (Not called Charleston until later.)
The decision was made to take the trip. Belfast was nearly 50 miles away. A few days walking for a family. When William and Isobel boarded the ship with their children in Belfast, Ireland, I am certain that their hearts were soaring about their miseries being over. Robert, 18, Martha, 16, Agnes, 14, and James, 12 had to lighten their meager possessions to get on the ship. I can imagine that the thought of starvation made it easy.
Everyone made it to Charles Town in the Moore family. No one perished on the way. Sometime before the end of the year, Isobel would be dead at the age of 51. The stories from those who survived the trip on Nancy were a tale of shameful abuse. Many of those aboard her were sick and dying when they reached land. Complaints were made that Captain Hannah nipped them of provisions and heaped them upon one another.
The ship was so crowded. It would be referred to by some as a Protestant bounty ship, and by others as a coffin ship because of the amount of dead and dying aboard her. Conditions were abominable. Henry Laurens of Charles Town witnessed the ship and its' pitiful passengers. He wrote that in the 10 or 12 years of experience as a slave trader, he "never saw an instance of cruelty in that branch equal to the cruelty exercised upon those poor Irish."
Some of those who arrived were housed in what was called the Old Barracks. Church wardens would discover them and write of their findings. They write of deceased in the same room as sick and dying, and children with no clothing. I could go on, but the descriptions do not become any kinder.
The people of Charles Town were so appalled by what happened that they raised money for the victims of Nancy that had survived.
The treatment was so bad that the authorities refused to pay the bounty to the Nancy's owners, since they had so exploited those people for their own profits.
Fortunately for me, the children of Isobel would reach maturity into adulthood, or I would not be here.
For the owners of Nancy, amazingly, it would not be her last trip hauling passengers from Ireland. She would sail again from Belfast to America, but this time, she would go to Philadelphia, far from Charles Town, South Carolina. I am sure the reason is that the people who had survived the Nancy as well as those who cared for those survivors would not have welcomed them. The following year, the Bounty Act would be rescinded because of what happened aboard the Nancy.
South Carolina Gazette June 5th, 1767
General Gazette June 5th, 1767
The Journals of the Council of the Colony of South Carolina, names and land allotments under the Bounty Act of 1761 By Janie Revill, Pub 1939, Reprinted by Genealogical Publishing Company, Baltimore, Maryland.
Council Journal, Page 201 July 10, 1767
South Carolina Immigrants 1760-1770
Irish in the Atlantic World by David T. Gleeson
Eighteenth Century Ireland 1703-0800 Society and History By Desmond Keenan
Calendar of Ancient Records of Dublin
South Carolina Gazette July 24, 1767
Belfast Newsletter, the following issues:
30 Dec 1766 Page 3
2 Jan 1767 Page 4
6 Feb 1767 Page 3
20 Feb 1767 Page 3
3 Mar 1767 Page 3
30 Dec 1766 Page 3
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