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HOWdeeeeeee,
Surnames, Everyone knows that is someone's Last name - Yes? Like mine is Morris.
Forename, is your own name - like mine is Katie.
& Middle names are like frosting, or sprinkles added on top. and maybe throw in a generation thing like -' the 2nd' or 'the III' ect..
Douglass, Douglas, Duglas
What happens when you look for someone and can't find them? OK I've had some I couldn't find, for instance a 'DOUGLASS' family. Yes, it really should have the 2 'ss', and later generations have dropped to 1 only.
I knew this guy had a place - most likely a farm and a family but they were nowhere in the old census. Hmmm. Well - towns in California were smaller then back in the 1800's. I knew the town - so I settled down and read thru every page in the census for it. & I found them - spelled 'DUGLAS' .
Times, Tims, Timmons ...
ANTHONY TIMMS my 3rd Greatgrandfather died in the mental hospital at Stockton, California. His wife Ann, didn't find out until she insisted on visiting him, forced a visit & then was told he'd been dead for 3 years! They had been telling her that visits upset him and not to come. And I won't go into the whole ball of wax about asylums here. Stockton had his name spelled wrong and thought it was another man who died. Which makes me wonder what about the other guys poor family - if he had one. However the officials butchered the name. I was in person at the San Joaquin records counter, & the girl couldn't find any kind of death record.
However, since then I have now a copy of his record at Stockton, after going thru several hoops. Times is the spelling on it. & Anthony is on the census of the Stockton Asylum more than one year. Again spelled wrong - but once I found the Asylum pages - I just read thru them all until I found him.
Several other times not finding the people, knowing the town - I have just sat and read every census page for it & found who I wanted. It's not always the writer on the original census page. OFten today, it's an eye twister trying to read the old fashioned script and they are put online spelled wrong. I'm sure I couldn't do that for a large city, but for the smaller towns I was looking at - it worked.
The Irish Census that just came online 1901-1911 and a name spelled wrong online. You can see the real page if you choose, but the online typist just didn't see the spelling I knew was correct. I see now after I sent in a few notes to correct, they have it spelled right. Emma Pakenham Evans/Disney - she a 1st cousin of Janes' husband, Mr. Evans.
Maybe it's mis-spelling, BAD handwriting, inked over pages :( , or you just don't see it there because your looking for a pristine image. Maybe you had a Martian trying to write names from Saturn - this does not compute - but they write it down the best they can anyway. Maybe it was a German trying to put down French names or whatever. You know the Spanish pronounce 'i' as 'e'. In English - 'HI' would be pronounced as 'he'. You have no way of knowing who actually wrote down the old records - but open your mind to other possibilities when you think you can't find someone
Happy Trails, Katiebird
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
MARMION - Tombstone Tuesday
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Howdeeeee!
A wonderful surprise today when I received this tombstone photo from my penpal, Bill Fahy of County Cork, Ireland.
Jane's father-in-law Reverend Edward Evans, had 1 natural sister - Elizabeth Barclay Evans who married Rev. John Brown. Jane was also a 1st cousin of Elizabeth ( thru their Scriven lines ). Elizabeth died very young, just after her only daughter was born & also named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth married Henry Richard Marmion.
This is the tombstone of Richard Walter Evans Marmion and family. His parents were Henry Richard Marmion & Elizabeth Barclay Evans Brown.
I've worked a few years trying to find this family stone. Bill has been such a kind person sending me information from his side of the Atlantic and making suggestions. I'm glad to say I've read & seen many interesting things from lovely people I've corresponded with. But we had pretty much decided that mother nature had reclaimed it. Probably even was aging into the ocean at a seaside cemetery.
This photo just came online this month of August 2010 !
" Photo by Mary Leonard-Walsh,Cork".
http://www.igp-web.com/IGPArchives/ire/cork/photos/tombstones/markers.htm
I wrote to Mary to thank her for her posting, and she so kindly sent me more photos of the Creagh cemetery & Church. A lovely lady that has taken a LOT of cemetery photos.
And now I have a copy. Here it is at last, the stone I had read about and couldn't find. Boom! So much is being submitted by wonderful volunteers. More and more every day at so many various sites, & for so many varied subjects. Never stop checking a site, like a closed book on the shelf when your done reading it. Keep a list on the side to remind yourself to go back and check - even if only once a year for new things. Say "HI". Make it easy for others to spot you and help. Don't expect people to search back thru the past years of entries and spot you.
I've written to some entries I had nothing to contribute, but to ask them since they are local people for their advice. Especially when it's a site overseas like in Ireland, England, Scotland ...
All have answered my ignorant questions so nicely. AND made several suggestions that led me to treasure.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Jane Scriven & Sentimental Sunday
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I was thinking some more after yesterdays post. Of speaking about dead relatives.
You know when you miss or want to see someone today, all you have to do is phone or email or go visit. I like writing paper letters so I do that too. & most cell phones now & computers you can see your person when you talk to them ( I confess I am not that advanced, Ahem! ) You can call and hang up - call again a second later when you remember something - and call again - again - again...
I visit with people all over the world and we are really seconds away from each other this way.
When someone dies, all you can do to visit is go to the grave. At home you can pull out their pictures or letters & momentos.
You don't have to bury them away from your life. Talk about them to family & friends. Quote things they said or did, to others. Tell stories about them. You don't have to get long winded and get boring or turn others off. But injecting funny things about people or
"my Grandma Alma once did that too, she ....."
"I heard my Uncle Douglas was there, he......"
" I got this ........ from my Granny (my great grandmother Alla) "
It's like spending time with them, if you can say their names and remember them.
I've wondered how Jane must have been sadly heartsick to live so far away, from her old family back in Ireland. And then as the years go by that she was the last one of them all alive. Even with her own many children around her and their families. Her own children were under 10 years of age when they left Ireland. My Great Grandfather EWM Evans was 9 years old when they left in in 1869. When she became an old lady here, was it easier to put the old family back in Ireland away in a box of photos & letters. Who could she talk to about them? How many of them did her own children remember from so long ago?
Think about your own family now
How many branches you have & last names
Jane had the same back in Ireland, & relatives I'm sure her own children never met. As we do here now. So don't put your people away in a box in the closet. Talk about them when you can. Genealogy and family history are made for this. You don't have to make the kids sit down for a class about the old people ( tho wouldn't you love to have a captive audience) . Just be sneaky and inject little stories about them whenever & wherever you can. One day you'll be amazed at how much they soaked up from you.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
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I was thinking some more after yesterdays post. Of speaking about dead relatives.
You know when you miss or want to see someone today, all you have to do is phone or email or go visit. I like writing paper letters so I do that too. & most cell phones now & computers you can see your person when you talk to them ( I confess I am not that advanced, Ahem! ) You can call and hang up - call again a second later when you remember something - and call again - again - again...
I visit with people all over the world and we are really seconds away from each other this way.
When someone dies, all you can do to visit is go to the grave. At home you can pull out their pictures or letters & momentos.
You don't have to bury them away from your life. Talk about them to family & friends. Quote things they said or did, to others. Tell stories about them. You don't have to get long winded and get boring or turn others off. But injecting funny things about people or
"my Grandma Alma once did that too, she ....."
"I heard my Uncle Douglas was there, he......"
" I got this ........ from my Granny (my great grandmother Alla) "
It's like spending time with them, if you can say their names and remember them.
I've wondered how Jane must have been sadly heartsick to live so far away, from her old family back in Ireland. And then as the years go by that she was the last one of them all alive. Even with her own many children around her and their families. Her own children were under 10 years of age when they left Ireland. My Great Grandfather EWM Evans was 9 years old when they left in in 1869. When she became an old lady here, was it easier to put the old family back in Ireland away in a box of photos & letters. Who could she talk to about them? How many of them did her own children remember from so long ago?
Think about your own family now
How many branches you have & last names
Jane had the same back in Ireland, & relatives I'm sure her own children never met. As we do here now. So don't put your people away in a box in the closet. Talk about them when you can. Genealogy and family history are made for this. You don't have to make the kids sit down for a class about the old people ( tho wouldn't you love to have a captive audience) . Just be sneaky and inject little stories about them whenever & wherever you can. One day you'll be amazed at how much they soaked up from you.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
Saturday, July 17, 2010
1st Name Saturday - Surname Saturday
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. Boo-Hoo! "The Ide's of July" took Most WONDERFUL youngest daughter back to Washington, D.C. to get ready for University again in August. Pretty sure I got in enough hugging & new pictures to last until Christmas time. I know Erma Bombeck used to write in a crazy busy house, while cooking dinner in the kitchen and holding the paper in one hand and doing spaghetti with the other. My brain goes blank when it's on a countdown to the Most WONDERFUL daughters departure to fly back. The thoughts are there but the brain just doesn't connect with the typing fingers.
You know you go along and all your people are named in your mind, as you live and grow you know them as Grandma this, Grandpa that, Uncle so & so, Aunt zu zu, cousin blankety blank and whoever address's anyone by first saying, "Hi Cousin Zelda". We never say that to their face. Only when we're speaking about them with someone else. Personally, I like saying "Hi Cuz", but that's just me.
When my Mother was a toddler, she couldn't say her name, but she could almost pronounce "shisher", for sister.
That stuck and everyone forever called her 'Sis'. Her own parents & siblings always called her, Sis. All my cousins called her, Aunt Sis.
Good thing everybody always called me Katie, tho my given name is Kay. Having 2 Kay's in one house would get confusing. As I'm sure a lot of families experience when they have the same thing, with same names in one house.
Couple of years ago I was finding some information to give my Aunt Rose. She lives a good distance away and we weren't able to get our families together much thru the years. I was talking to the guy and he commented how odd it was to hear me say 'Aunt Rose'. Me someone he never met or knew. A complete stranger using a family salutation. You could get possessive.
You could almost feel like,
"Hey, who does this person think they are? This is MY Aunt. Only I can call her Aunt. You can't!"
I heard the most wonderful expression a little while ago. My dearest Grandma Alma was called Auntie Alma. I have NEVER heard her called Aunt before. Of course she was an Aunt to a LOT of people, but I have not visited with those cousins before and it took me by surprise. I wanted to hear her say it over and over it sounded so amazing to me.
One of the things I knew a long time ago, is that one of the saddest parts of someone dying, is that their name isn't spoken much anymore. People skirt around saying it so people don't what? Take on and start crying or something, trying to be kind. I think, that thinking is really a cruelty. When someone is gone, that is when you should be saying their name the most. Talking about them, reliving memories of them.
When my cousin said "Auntie Alma", I had a flash of actually seeing her like it was today, not 36 years ago & that felt great. For the time of a brief phone conversation and now a little later, it felt great.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
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. Boo-Hoo! "The Ide's of July" took Most WONDERFUL youngest daughter back to Washington, D.C. to get ready for University again in August. Pretty sure I got in enough hugging & new pictures to last until Christmas time. I know Erma Bombeck used to write in a crazy busy house, while cooking dinner in the kitchen and holding the paper in one hand and doing spaghetti with the other. My brain goes blank when it's on a countdown to the Most WONDERFUL daughters departure to fly back. The thoughts are there but the brain just doesn't connect with the typing fingers.
You know you go along and all your people are named in your mind, as you live and grow you know them as Grandma this, Grandpa that, Uncle so & so, Aunt zu zu, cousin blankety blank and whoever address's anyone by first saying, "Hi Cousin Zelda". We never say that to their face. Only when we're speaking about them with someone else. Personally, I like saying "Hi Cuz", but that's just me.
When my Mother was a toddler, she couldn't say her name, but she could almost pronounce "shisher", for sister.
That stuck and everyone forever called her 'Sis'. Her own parents & siblings always called her, Sis. All my cousins called her, Aunt Sis.
Good thing everybody always called me Katie, tho my given name is Kay. Having 2 Kay's in one house would get confusing. As I'm sure a lot of families experience when they have the same thing, with same names in one house.
Couple of years ago I was finding some information to give my Aunt Rose. She lives a good distance away and we weren't able to get our families together much thru the years. I was talking to the guy and he commented how odd it was to hear me say 'Aunt Rose'. Me someone he never met or knew. A complete stranger using a family salutation. You could get possessive.
You could almost feel like,
"Hey, who does this person think they are? This is MY Aunt. Only I can call her Aunt. You can't!"
I heard the most wonderful expression a little while ago. My dearest Grandma Alma was called Auntie Alma. I have NEVER heard her called Aunt before. Of course she was an Aunt to a LOT of people, but I have not visited with those cousins before and it took me by surprise. I wanted to hear her say it over and over it sounded so amazing to me.
One of the things I knew a long time ago, is that one of the saddest parts of someone dying, is that their name isn't spoken much anymore. People skirt around saying it so people don't what? Take on and start crying or something, trying to be kind. I think, that thinking is really a cruelty. When someone is gone, that is when you should be saying their name the most. Talking about them, reliving memories of them.
When my cousin said "Auntie Alma", I had a flash of actually seeing her like it was today, not 36 years ago & that felt great. For the time of a brief phone conversation and now a little later, it felt great.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
Saturday, July 3, 2010
SCRIVEN surname Saturday
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JANE BURY SCRIVEN EVANS
It's all in the name isn't it. Some of my greatest help has come from using the old formula for naming. This has given me tremendous breakthru's in working on people, especially in the UK, Ireland, Europe and beyond.
Wish it had entered my mind when I had my own girls 30+ years ago. I might have named them a schoosh differently. Either of them would have got an Alice or a Kay or Katie.
I am Kay "Katie" Alice Cox- Morris.
My mother was Martha "Kay" Alice Cluver -Cox.
Her grandmother was Alice "Alla" Hinkston- Cluver.
Her mother-in-law was Catherina Margarethe Cluver- Cluver.
Her mother was Catherina, and so on, and so on .....
Jane was named for her mother, Jane Medlicott ( aka Mrs. Captain John Scriven )
Bury comes down from the Barclay, Robert Barclay " The Apologist" Quaker, on Captain John's side ( & also the line of Jane's husband, Edward ).
Scriven also comes down on the line of Jane's husband, Edward.
Jane & Edward were 2nd cousins.
I have used the old naming formula as a great aid in helping me work on names. This chart has given me tremendous help in finding information on names. Look at your people, see what names are in the middle - search those middle names - you'll come up some great information you didn't even think of looking for.
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.Irish Naming Patterns
1st son was usually named after the father's father
2nd son was usually named after the mother's father
3rd son was usually named after the father
4th son was usually named after the father's eldest brother
5th son was usually named after the mother's eldest brother
1st daughter was usually named after the mother's mother
2nd daughter was usually named after the father's mother
3rd daughter was usually named after the mother
4th daughter was usually named after the mother's eldest sister
5th daughter was usually named after the father's eldest sister
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Copy this, use it. I've kept a copy in front of my eyes - on the cork board I have on the wall, at the back of my desk. I do the same thing with the 'days of the week' for this Blog, Monday Madness ... Tuesday Tombstone ... ...... a note tacked on the board where I can see it and not have to look it up all the time.
Have a Great 4th of July, Happy Trails Katiebird
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JANE BURY SCRIVEN EVANS
It's all in the name isn't it. Some of my greatest help has come from using the old formula for naming. This has given me tremendous breakthru's in working on people, especially in the UK, Ireland, Europe and beyond.
Wish it had entered my mind when I had my own girls 30+ years ago. I might have named them a schoosh differently. Either of them would have got an Alice or a Kay or Katie.
I am Kay "Katie" Alice Cox- Morris.
My mother was Martha "Kay" Alice Cluver -Cox.
Her grandmother was Alice "Alla" Hinkston- Cluver.
Her mother-in-law was Catherina Margarethe Cluver- Cluver.
Her mother was Catherina, and so on, and so on .....
Jane was named for her mother, Jane Medlicott ( aka Mrs. Captain John Scriven )
Bury comes down from the Barclay, Robert Barclay " The Apologist" Quaker, on Captain John's side ( & also the line of Jane's husband, Edward ).
Scriven also comes down on the line of Jane's husband, Edward.
Jane & Edward were 2nd cousins.
I have used the old naming formula as a great aid in helping me work on names. This chart has given me tremendous help in finding information on names. Look at your people, see what names are in the middle - search those middle names - you'll come up some great information you didn't even think of looking for.
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.Irish Naming Patterns
1st son was usually named after the father's father
2nd son was usually named after the mother's father
3rd son was usually named after the father
4th son was usually named after the father's eldest brother
5th son was usually named after the mother's eldest brother
1st daughter was usually named after the mother's mother
2nd daughter was usually named after the father's mother
3rd daughter was usually named after the mother
4th daughter was usually named after the mother's eldest sister
5th daughter was usually named after the father's eldest sister
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Copy this, use it. I've kept a copy in front of my eyes - on the cork board I have on the wall, at the back of my desk. I do the same thing with the 'days of the week' for this Blog, Monday Madness ... Tuesday Tombstone ... ...... a note tacked on the board where I can see it and not have to look it up all the time.
Have a Great 4th of July, Happy Trails Katiebird
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Just got this ' Tombstone' Tuesday
HI EVERYONE,
Caroline Chamberlin Shepler
died 21 April, 1899 ?
connects to
John Quincey Adams BALLOU, a previous post.
Working on Mr. Ballou's family to find our 'Auntie Tupper', I've been so lucky to have a lovely lady penpal of Mr. Ballou's family, Glenna. Glenna has sent me some wonderful Ballou family things; people photographs, large family Ballou Bible, and assorted other little goodies. I try to think to ask others when they help me, if I can do anything for them here.
Glenna mentioned her relatives had been looking for Caroline Chamberlin Shepler for a long time. Believed died in Oakland, California or Alameda, California .... I found several things about the family, census stuff ... other tidbits. Could never find Caroline's obit. I frequently order up newspaper microfilms using my library's interlibrary loan system. Takes time, but saves me a lot of driving and other bother. Could never find her obit.
Out of the blue last night, I heard from another sweet lady 'Jonne', also been looking for Caroline too ..... TACOMA, WASHINGTON Caroline is buried in Tacoma, Pierce County, WA.
Who knew !!!! Have to write back to Jonne and ask how they ever found Caroline up in TAcoma. So glad to forward the Tombstone picture and information on to Glenna. Wish I was up there to clean up the stone and try it see everything on it better. Glenna first mentioned Caroline to me back in January of 2009. So a year and a half's not so bad a patch. Makes me feel like I'm an archaeologist!
A refreshing change to take a break and help others out. Digging for your own people all the time, writing off for information, finding volunteers .... it helps to take a break and do totally different people for someone else. & I have great BIG story for that ( to put in another post ) which is actually about my lovely penpal in Ireland, Irene.
So a great success story with CAroline and Gold Stars all around,
Happy Trails, Katiebird
Friday, June 25, 2010
Follow Friday? isn't that Saturday!
Ha! Ha!
Geesh! time can't go this fast but already a month has flown by since my last entry. Just too much life going on to sit down and putter at the blog. Most **Wonderful** oldest daughter has graduated from CSULA, in Los Angeles, California with her Master's in Accounting. So horribly proud of her I could bust and almost squeezed her to death several times. Hey, she & her sis are my living dolls, of course I want to play with them. Was a great visit, always too short.
This time also had first visit to the La Brea Tarpits, park in almost downtown LA. Always wanted to go see this, and see if it looks anything like they use in movies, hmmm... some yes, some no. A beautiful park, got lots of pictures. Did not know the pits formed long AFTER the reptile dino's went their way in the BIG die off. So they don't pull out any T-REx or such biggies.
Youngest most **Wonderful** daughter returns to Gallaudet D.C. in mid-July so getting in all the hugs I can before that. Try to get enough to last until Xmas vacation, if she comes home then??? What does Mom ever know ?
So June almost over but had great genealogy results this month. Lovely volunteer in Scotland sent me photos of graves. I had lost the ones I had, and these were hugely welcome replacements. The last of my Evans line in the UK. This too huge a story to type all now.
Heard from a in-law relation of this line, with a new address. This time I got the stamp with the fairy in her chariot drawn by birds & a red mail box set in a brick wall.
Sadly received word of an older relative here in California died. This family line my grandfathers. Another huge story with this line to much to type today. In brief had visited with her mother-in-law 25 years ago, she died and then lost all touch. I shared a lot of this family history with the town museum & historical society. A couple of years ago, here comes her granddaughter asking about the family? The docent got us in touch with each other. Success story***
Just remember - when something doesn't work and you can't find anything - then cross that off your list and move onto something else. Even not finding information is information too.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
Geesh! time can't go this fast but already a month has flown by since my last entry. Just too much life going on to sit down and putter at the blog. Most **Wonderful** oldest daughter has graduated from CSULA, in Los Angeles, California with her Master's in Accounting. So horribly proud of her I could bust and almost squeezed her to death several times. Hey, she & her sis are my living dolls, of course I want to play with them. Was a great visit, always too short.
This time also had first visit to the La Brea Tarpits, park in almost downtown LA. Always wanted to go see this, and see if it looks anything like they use in movies, hmmm... some yes, some no. A beautiful park, got lots of pictures. Did not know the pits formed long AFTER the reptile dino's went their way in the BIG die off. So they don't pull out any T-REx or such biggies.
Youngest most **Wonderful** daughter returns to Gallaudet D.C. in mid-July so getting in all the hugs I can before that. Try to get enough to last until Xmas vacation, if she comes home then??? What does Mom ever know ?
So June almost over but had great genealogy results this month. Lovely volunteer in Scotland sent me photos of graves. I had lost the ones I had, and these were hugely welcome replacements. The last of my Evans line in the UK. This too huge a story to type all now.
Heard from a in-law relation of this line, with a new address. This time I got the stamp with the fairy in her chariot drawn by birds & a red mail box set in a brick wall.
Sadly received word of an older relative here in California died. This family line my grandfathers. Another huge story with this line to much to type today. In brief had visited with her mother-in-law 25 years ago, she died and then lost all touch. I shared a lot of this family history with the town museum & historical society. A couple of years ago, here comes her granddaughter asking about the family? The docent got us in touch with each other. Success story***
Just remember - when something doesn't work and you can't find anything - then cross that off your list and move onto something else. Even not finding information is information too.
Happy Trails, Katiebird
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