One of my biggest pet peeves has to be the all-knowing genealogist. We've all experienced them at one point or another. The ones that offer "constructive criticism" tinged with an air of superiority. Your research and analysis is wrong but theirs is infallible. THOSE genealogists.
Now, I am all for constructive criticism. Heck, I'm happy if you can prove my research is flawed. I would much rather have an accurate understanding of my family history than to have it full of mistakes and flaws. That being said, there are those who get down right nasty when you present a counter-argument to their "infallible" research. They are more than happy to prove you wrong, but will not see the flaws in their own research. Quite frankly, I have no use for you. Don't even bother contacting me. You will be ignored.
For the most part, I have had nothing but wonderful experiences with the genealogical community. It is a diverse community that ranges from the beginner to the long-time professionals. It is a community of sharing and generosity. It is filled with wonderful people who share the need to know their heritage. So, to all my genealogical friends out there, thank you, for all your help and encouragement. It is noted and appreciated. Whew! I feel better!
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28 February 2013
24 February 2013
Scrap Day Sunday
Today's "scrap" is a permission note written by Ezra Liston to the county clerk of Cass County, Missouri in which he certifies that his daughter is over the age of eighteen and that he consents to her marriage to W. H. Foust. The note reads;
June 30th 1886
To the county clerk of Cass Co. Mo. this is to certify that my daughter Ella F. Liston is past the age of eighteen years and that I give my consent to her marriage to W. H. Foust.
Please issue marriage license to them, and oblige.
Ezra Liston
William Henry Foust married Ella Francina Liston on that very day 30 June 1886 in Harrisonville, Cass, MO. They went on to have eight children including my great grandmother, Amelia Mae (Foust) Wimsatt.
18 February 2013
Random Picture Day
17 February 2013
Scrap Day Sunday
Paul V Dickerson |
Ruby Dickerson date unknown |
14 February 2013
A Hidden Cache
The Grimes Family: Evelyn, Robert, Walter and Janet. |
13 February 2013
The Rebel and the Love Poem
My ancestor, Capt. George Denison, wrote this poem to his first wife, Bridget. Bridget was the daughter of John and Alice (Freeman) Thompson. My descent in through his second wife, Anne Borodell, daughter of John Borodell. I'm also a descendant of John and Alice Thompson through Bridget's sister, Dorothy (Thompson), Parke. Happy Valentine's Day!
"It is an ordinance, my dear divine
Which God unto the sons of men makes shine.
Even marriage is that whereof I speak
And unto you my mind therein I beak.
In Paradise, of Adam, God did tell
To be alone, for man, would not be well.
He in His wisdom thought it right
To bring a woman into Adam's sight.
A helper that for him might be most meet
And comfort him by her doing discreet.
I of that stock am sprung, I mean from him
And also of that tree I am a limb
A branch though young, yet do I think it good
That God's great vows by man be not withstood.
Alone I am, a helper I would find
Which might give satisfaction to my mind.
The party that doth satisfy the same
Is Mistress Bridget Thompson by her name.
God having drawn my affections unto thee
My Heart's desire is thine may be to me.
Thus with my blottings though I trouble you
Yet pass these by cause I know not how
Though they at this time should much better be
For love it is the first have been to thee
And I wish that they much better were.
Therefore I pray accept them as they are
So hoping my desire I shall obtain.
Your own true lover, I, George Denison by name.
From my father's house in Roxbury
To Miss Bridget Thompson, 1640."
DENISON NEWSLETTER (July 1985), No.77, p.4
"It is an ordinance, my dear divine
Which God unto the sons of men makes shine.
Even marriage is that whereof I speak
And unto you my mind therein I beak.
In Paradise, of Adam, God did tell
To be alone, for man, would not be well.
He in His wisdom thought it right
To bring a woman into Adam's sight.
A helper that for him might be most meet
And comfort him by her doing discreet.
I of that stock am sprung, I mean from him
And also of that tree I am a limb
A branch though young, yet do I think it good
That God's great vows by man be not withstood.
Alone I am, a helper I would find
Which might give satisfaction to my mind.
The party that doth satisfy the same
Is Mistress Bridget Thompson by her name.
God having drawn my affections unto thee
My Heart's desire is thine may be to me.
Thus with my blottings though I trouble you
Yet pass these by cause I know not how
Though they at this time should much better be
For love it is the first have been to thee
And I wish that they much better were.
Therefore I pray accept them as they are
So hoping my desire I shall obtain.
Your own true lover, I, George Denison by name.
From my father's house in Roxbury
To Miss Bridget Thompson, 1640."
DENISON NEWSLETTER (July 1985), No.77, p.4
10 February 2013
Scrap Day Sunday
Family Record found in the front cover of the Ingraham/Wardwell bible. Courtesy of the Bates County Museum. |
03 February 2013
Scrap Day Sunday
Today I'm going to share the funeral bill for my 3rd great grandfather Sameul Braucht. Samuel died 7 October 1912. The casket, embalming, flowers and hearse all came to a total of $108.
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