<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463</id><updated>2009-12-21T07:30:30.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Branching Out Through The Years</title><subtitle type='html'>As we push through the garden gate of the old homestead, we are surprised at how much smaller things are than we remembered them,and how much work needs to be done. -The Hummer-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-1649672503770863480</id><published>2009-12-17T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:33:32.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genealogist&apos;s Santa Wish List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Poem'/><title type='text'>A Wee Bit of Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Since everyone has been off on Christmas blogging fun, I thought I would share this poem a friend sent me.&amp;nbsp; She received it in an email as I did and does not know the author.&amp;nbsp; I can not find the author on the internet.&amp;nbsp; Maybe one of you knows who wrote this.&amp;nbsp; It is cute and really sums up the true Genealogist inner thinking of his family search....Hope you enjoy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 580px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://img.constantcontact.com/letters/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="3" valign="top" width="580"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" hspace="10" src="http://home.comcast.net/%7Esherilemon/FH_Center/Newsletter/Image_Library/question.jpg" vspace="5" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Christmas Incident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the charts &lt;br /&gt;The lines that were empty would sure break your heart. &lt;br /&gt;The pedigree chart was laid out with care, &lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St Nicholas would know who or where. &lt;br /&gt;As searcher I nestled all snug in my bed &lt;br /&gt;While visions of ancestors danced through my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others sound asleep both upstairs and down &lt;br /&gt;All in a nightcap and ankle length gown. &lt;br /&gt;when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, &lt;br /&gt;I jumped from my bed to see what was the matter. &lt;br /&gt;When much to my wonderment there did appear &lt;br /&gt;Good old St Nicholas with a grin to each ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bulk was tremendous, his eyes full of glee&lt;br /&gt;He laughed as he picked up the sad pedigree.  &lt;br /&gt;He shouted and roared and ripped it to bits &lt;br /&gt;While I swallowed my heart and went into fits. &lt;br /&gt;"Dash it all, dash it all," I heard him then say, &lt;br /&gt;"This clutter and mess is just in my way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said not a word as he started his job &lt;br /&gt;He sat down at once and his pencil did jog. &lt;br /&gt;A new pedigree he filled out in two winks &lt;br /&gt;Giving names, dates, and places and all missing links. &lt;br /&gt;Clear back to Adam, and down to the last... &lt;br /&gt;For ageless was he, having served in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Oh, how wonderful it would all be &lt;br /&gt;If he did for others what he did for me!!: &lt;br /&gt;As he finished and blotted the ink not quite dry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;A sadness came over me and then I did cry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;He gave me the details and seemed to have such fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;But now all my ancestor chasing was done!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bounced out the window and I heard him say, &lt;br /&gt;"For others I'll do the same any old day, &lt;br /&gt;Just tell them my number and be good and kind," &lt;br /&gt;But  then, a sure thought came into my mind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Nobody wants ancestors that fast and so good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #660000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I'll let everyone else do the job just as they should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-1649672503770863480?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1649672503770863480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=1649672503770863480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/1649672503770863480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/1649672503770863480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/12/wee-bit-of-christmas-fun.html' title='A Wee Bit of Christmas Fun'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-3128698090693322366</id><published>2009-12-15T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:51:35.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tombstone Tuesday Simple and Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SyfkF3BDfaI/AAAAAAAAAws/p1Xyq8Wx3lI/s1600-h/Bill_of_Rights+old+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SyfkF3BDfaI/AAAAAAAAAws/p1Xyq8Wx3lI/s200/Bill_of_Rights+old+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Bill of Rights Day. In 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt declared December 15 to be Bill of Rights Day.&amp;nbsp; This was to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the ratification of the Bill of Rights. Most of us do not even know this is a &lt;a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/December/billofrightsday.htm"&gt;"holiday"&lt;/a&gt;. The link on "holiday" gives all the rights in the Bill of Rights.&amp;nbsp; Many do not know the Bill of Rights, although it is a great piece of our constitution and history of our United States. &lt;br /&gt;The Bill of Rights are key amendments to the U.S. Constitution, that protect an individual's rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you with Alexander Hamilton in your tree, know he was an advocate of the Constitution and was opposed to adding the bill of rights.&amp;nbsp; Those with Patrick Henry in their tree know he was opposed to the constitution and this was an answer to his misgiving of the constitution. Fascinating reading on the factors that went into the making of this nation America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 4, 1789, the Constitution of the United States of America was ratified by the (former)13 colonies, and went into effect. States and individuals were concerned that the Constitution did not properly cover and protect a number of rights of individuals. The Constitution was signed by the original 13 states with the requirement, or understanding, that a Bill of Rights would be created, amending the new U.S. Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 25, 1789, the First Congress of the United States proposed to the state legislatures 12 amendments to the Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;10 of these amendments were added to the Constitution on December 15, 1791.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the delegates agreed that this was a needful action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of the original Bill of Rights and the letter below of George Washington&amp;nbsp; to Marquis de La Fayette&lt;br /&gt;are from the Library of Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Syfl3Ro-a_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/edB5Cpn43oE/s1600-h/Letter_from_George_Washington_to_Lafayette_28_Apr_1788_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Syfl3Ro-a_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/edB5Cpn43oE/s320/Letter_from_George_Washington_to_Lafayette_28_Apr_1788_photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-1174488963975684891?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1174488963975684891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=1174488963975684891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/1174488963975684891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/1174488963975684891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/12/dec-15-1941-bill-of-rights.html' title='Dec 15, 1941 Bill of Rights'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SyfkF3BDfaI/AAAAAAAAAws/p1Xyq8Wx3lI/s72-c/Bill_of_Rights+old+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-9065141757534301836</id><published>2009-12-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:50:09.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOOh Snow'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I associate an apron with my grandmother who raised 13 children and 2 grandchildren,&amp;nbsp; Mattie Whitson.&amp;nbsp; Mattie became a widow when her twins were 2 years of age.&amp;nbsp; She had 6 children in her home to raise the others had gone to war.&amp;nbsp; She would eventually raise two of her grandchildren with her twins.&amp;nbsp; I love her indomitable spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx3zPPCAB4I/AAAAAAAAAu4/Uc5wVGL1Hpg/s1600-h/aunt+fay+and+grandma+Mathilda+Roberts+Whitson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx3zPPCAB4I/AAAAAAAAAu4/Uc5wVGL1Hpg/s400/aunt+fay+and+grandma+Mathilda+Roberts+Whitson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here she is (on the right) with her sister Fay Roberts Perkins sitting visiting on the front porch.&amp;nbsp; Great Aunt Fay lived to be 90 years of age.&amp;nbsp; You notice the apron that she has on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memories of my grandmother revolve around the kitchen and cooking.&amp;nbsp; That will be for future posts.&amp;nbsp; To me, she was what I called real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other person I associate an apron is my mother-in-law who is 90 this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx31gSnxFfI/AAAAAAAAAvA/0OF6WvE7b2s/s1600-h/MildredEllsworth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx31gSnxFfI/AAAAAAAAAvA/0OF6WvE7b2s/s320/MildredEllsworth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;She has always been the proper example of society.&amp;nbsp; She had an apron in her drawer for every holiday occasion and party.&amp;nbsp; I love her sweet way of guiding my daughters and sons in social etiquette.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a well worn apron email poem that I found on an Alberta Centennial site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fathersforlife.org/feminism/Grandmas_Apron.htm"&gt;That plagiarized story of Grandma's Apron is based on a poem by Tina   Trivett&lt;/a&gt;, a poem that is one of the most beautiful eulogies that were ever   written, a eulogy that celebrates the life of Tina Trivetts' grandmother.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp; has been around for years on the Internet,   as have been many other abridged plagiarized versions of the story and even   abridged plagiarized poems (I have yet to read one that comes close to   meeting the quality of Tina Trivett's original) with the same title. :&amp;nbsp; From a post by Walter H. Schneider that was presented at the Alberta Centennial.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grandma's Apron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Tina Trivett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The strings were tied, It was freshly washed, and maybe      even pressed.&lt;br /&gt;For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed. &lt;br /&gt;The simple apron that it was, you would never think about; &lt;br /&gt;the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She may have used it to hold, some wildflowers that she'd      found. &lt;br /&gt;Or to hide a crying child's face, when a stranger came around.     &lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that      cloth. &lt;br /&gt;Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.     &lt;br /&gt;To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire. &lt;br /&gt;When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.     &lt;br /&gt;You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the      cow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop      outside. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride. &lt;br /&gt;When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you Grandma...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who posts her shared her poem about the apron.&amp;nbsp; I love it! &lt;a href="http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/age-of-apron.html"&gt;Click here to read it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I started my search of information about aprons, I find that many are interested in fact there is a whole blogsphere out there that posts around and creates aprons.&lt;a href="http://aprongoddesses.blogspot.com/2009/05/apron-history-part-i.html"&gt;A wonderful post on Aprons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which makes me think that Avis Yarbrough was sadly mistaken when he said in "A History of 1950's Aprons" in September 28, 2007 that the apron would never reach popularity like it had in the 1950's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I go into the fabric store and there a mulitude of retro and new apron patterns available.&amp;nbsp; One of my favorites is a &lt;a href="http://betsyvintage.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=94_117&amp;amp;products_id=1352&amp;amp;zenid=a8ffe55f40ee073ded4b61e12f1bb82f"&gt;Daisy Kingdom pattern by Simplicity.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx37HYLEX2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/syB16wQWXIA/s1600-h/daisy+kingdom+pattern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx37HYLEX2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/syB16wQWXIA/s200/daisy+kingdom+pattern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my search about the apron's historical use, I have found a variety of information and many opinions.&amp;nbsp; One writer, David Graham, had the opinion that aprons were symbols of oppression, relating them to domestic servants, then he seemed to change his mind after reading &lt;i&gt;Aprons: Icons of the American Home&lt;/i&gt; by Joyce Cheney, who in his words, 'lumps aprons in with hearth and home commodities such as picket fences and apple pie'.&amp;nbsp; My humble opinion is women are smart, they find the apron useful in their "gourmet" cooking to protect their clothes and there is a bit of nostalgia that comes from the relationships with family members of by-gone eras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4Kt0FecnI/AAAAAAAAAvY/I8yM1Q75MWg/s1600-h/colonialbuttonapron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4Kt0FecnI/AAAAAAAAAvY/I8yM1Q75MWg/s320/colonialbuttonapron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was fascinated with the styles of the different era's.&amp;nbsp; The early 1900's were much like my favorite apron, more of a smock which covered most if not all of the dress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.pastpatterns.com/index.html"&gt;Click here for a great site if you are looking to identify period dressing.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; They have great examples.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.patternsoftime.com/proddetail.asp?prod=LF1718F"&gt;Here is another great historical pattern site.&amp;nbsp; Below is the   1675 - 1760 New France Girls Pattern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patternsoftime.com/proddetail.asp?prod=LF1718F" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4LlbVAVHI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3VAvQ6gCr4Q/s320/renasanceapronfrance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, my quest has been a long one, I don't know if I have enlightened anyone else, but I have had fun researching such a nostalgic subject for me.&amp;nbsp; I was amazed to find out that the bib overall we have now that mostly farmers wear, was a full fitting bib apron that men wore while working in a shop in the early 1700-1800's.&lt;br /&gt;As I was searching, I asked my daughter where her aprons were.&amp;nbsp; I was met with a blank stare.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I had to make her an apron.&amp;nbsp; I have started on a matching on for my granddaughter.&amp;nbsp; They must keep the tradition of gentility and family values as represented by an apron.&amp;nbsp; Below you see my product of piecing and quilting scraps my daughter had in her fabric boxes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4Rm4CdvcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GFfAUdmagzk/s1600-h/Emapron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4Rm4CdvcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GFfAUdmagzk/s320/Emapron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4SDZhQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GbpMJ2Y9RD8/s1600-h/EMaprondetail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx4SDZhQ9qI/AAAAAAAAAvw/GbpMJ2Y9RD8/s320/EMaprondetail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you have enjoyed the journey with me.&amp;nbsp; I thank you for dropping by, and leave a comment about your feelings about aprons if you are so inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-3553000662115807703?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3553000662115807703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=3553000662115807703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3553000662115807703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3553000662115807703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-looked-at-many-of-your-christmas.html' title='A Quest For Knowledge of the Apron'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx3zPPCAB4I/AAAAAAAAAu4/Uc5wVGL1Hpg/s72-c/aunt+fay+and+grandma+Mathilda+Roberts+Whitson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-8727682705556565128</id><published>2009-12-09T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:26:47.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BryAntics: The Age of the Apron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/age-of-apron.html"&gt;BryAntics: The Age of the Apron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-8727682705556565128?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/age-of-apron.html' title='BryAntics: The Age of the Apron'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8727682705556565128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=8727682705556565128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/8727682705556565128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/8727682705556565128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/12/bryantics-age-of-apron.html' title='BryAntics: The Age of the Apron'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-7962463357068828964</id><published>2009-12-07T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:51:42.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torn lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Harbor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWII story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lester Langley'/><title type='text'>A Date Which Lives In Infamy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx1_KWi7e1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/iIPWxNnDZAQ/s1600-h/worldwarII+pearlharborbrowniecamera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx1_KWi7e1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/iIPWxNnDZAQ/s320/worldwarII+pearlharborbrowniecamera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sixty-eight years ago today, at about 7:55 a.m., Japanese bombs began falling on the United States military installations Wheeler Field and Hickam Field in Hawaii, signifying the beginning of the attacks on Pearl Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;That attack, which killed 2,390 sailors, airmen, soldiers and civilians, officially brought America into World War II. Until Sept. 11, 2001.&amp;nbsp; The attack, at the time, was the deadliest on American soil (2,976 died that day). When war was declared on Japan the next day, President Franklin D. Roosevelt called it, “a date which will live in infamy…”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The picture taken above was&amp;nbsp; from the brownie camera of a sailor who was on the USS QUAPAW ATF-11O. in Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941.&amp;nbsp; It is a time we need to take note of and pay tribute to those who died in this attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My father always remembered each of the WWII days when he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx2ATd2lUbI/AAAAAAAAAug/Bjg66reJNqM/s1600-h/uncle+lester+and+ruth....nov.+14,+1942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx2ATd2lUbI/AAAAAAAAAug/Bjg66reJNqM/s320/uncle+lester+and+ruth....nov.+14,+1942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My father was affected by this act as was many.&amp;nbsp; He is pictured here with his wife Faye Jenkins Langley in 1941.&amp;nbsp; When war was declared,&amp;nbsp; he was a superintendent on the domestic railroad in construction, he was exempt from going off to serve overseas.&amp;nbsp; His duty was to keep the railways open in the US.&amp;nbsp; There was trouble in the winds, though, he had a discontented wife.&amp;nbsp; She hid his papers the government required him to fill out to say he was still working for the railroad.&amp;nbsp; As a consequence, he was sent a draft notice and went down to enlist in the army corp of engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx2DSrYx-WI/AAAAAAAAAuo/1J7FtRLbfp8/s1600-h/oct.+31,+1943...ruth+and+lester+ruths+last+name+was+jennings+I+do+believe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx2DSrYx-WI/AAAAAAAAAuo/1J7FtRLbfp8/s320/oct.+31,+1943...ruth+and+lester+ruths+last+name+was+jennings+I+do+believe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He served in the European Theater although his ship was diverted to the Phillipine Islands on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When he got home he was divorced because of things that happened while he was gone.&amp;nbsp; Not a pleasant time, but it ended in him finding and marrying my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To his death he was proud of serving his country and stood up for the men who served.&amp;nbsp; I would need to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx2FJq0-D0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/JamTbbq7g-0/s1600-h/Lesterfoot+marker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx2FJq0-D0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/JamTbbq7g-0/s400/Lesterfoot+marker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to all who did and do serve this wonderful country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-7962463357068828964?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7962463357068828964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=7962463357068828964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/7962463357068828964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/7962463357068828964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-which-live-in-infamy.html' title='A Date Which Lives In Infamy...'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sx1_KWi7e1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/iIPWxNnDZAQ/s72-c/worldwarII+pearlharborbrowniecamera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-3140465987832930774</id><published>2009-11-29T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:23:11.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surnameless wives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute to Sarah Hankins Martin.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single women'/><title type='text'>Contributions of Single Women in Your Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SxNyg_wbaBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lXHrGILHMXA/s1600/SarahMartinHankins+Tribute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SxNyg_wbaBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lXHrGILHMXA/s200/SarahMartinHankins+Tribute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409793488598034450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family History Director of the Center I work at sent this out.  I do not know where she obtained the information from or if it is personal experience.  I do, however have personal testimony of the number four.  My case was not a maiden aunt though it could have been.  It was a childless aunt.  In her will she named all her brothers and sisters and their children.  Interestingly, she and my great-great grandfather were brother and sister and her husband was the brother of my great-great grandmother. The picture above is a tribute to Sarah Hankins Martin. Click on it and you can see it clearer.&lt;br /&gt;There are some religious aspects I did not know. Thought I would pass them along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The single women in your family tree over the age of 35 are one of the most awesome genealogy assets you have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One daughter in the family, often the youngest, was expected to remain unmarried, live at home, and care for aging parents. Some times the father’s will acknowledge this “sacrifice” by allotting her extra income or property from his estate. This ensured that she was named in the will. Or her upkeep was provided for through the oldest son in the family from his legacy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quakers and Roman Catholics are two religious backgrounds that encouraged at least one daughter in the family to remain unmarried. These daughters became teachers and nurses or missionaries giving their lives to service of others, through the church.&lt;br /&gt;3. Maiden aunts are often responsible for the traditions and folklore of the family. They gather the information from family members and share it with the next generations. Cultural values and beliefs, myths and superstitions are learned at their knees by young children–usually girls. And family members often expect these maiden ladies to record and pass the lore along.&lt;br /&gt;4. Old maids, especially those who pursue a career or spend their lives in the workplace, write wills that name many relatives. Family members and in-laws, even close friends of the family, are named. With legacies and relationships spelled out in detail, from their personal knowledge, that you would not otherwise know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some genealogists carefully account for the males–for family and ethnic naming patterns, for identification of land-holdings, and to ensure that the family unit is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is recommended that you expend the same effort to identify all the daughters in the family. And track each one to their deaths–searching cemeteries and probate files as well as obituaries for the genealogy gems these ladies leave behind. Break your losing streak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure you collect all the family evidence your old maids left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-3140465987832930774?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3140465987832930774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=3140465987832930774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3140465987832930774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3140465987832930774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/contributations-of-single-women-in-your.html' title='Contributions of Single Women in Your Tree'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SxNyg_wbaBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lXHrGILHMXA/s72-c/SarahMartinHankins+Tribute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-6487577133681167521</id><published>2009-11-28T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:48:25.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fix it Dear Henry.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Night Genealogy Fun'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Genealogy Fun : Celebrity Look Alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SxH6jtiPwgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MZNPzHFV7Sw/s1600/Sillycelebrityfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SxH6jtiPwgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MZNPzHFV7Sw/s200/Sillycelebrityfun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409380118874276354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a second try, guys.  My prettiest present time picture was a match for Henry Fonda, sorry, that just won't do. Okay, I am vain, but something seems wrong here. How about, that you can choose if it is male or female.  If I did a collage of my daughter for Christmas and it had some pretty male face as a celebrity look alike she would not be pleased.  Nope.  Just won't do.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, it is okay, but to me seems a bit of a glitch in the collage program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-6487577133681167521?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6487577133681167521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=6487577133681167521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/6487577133681167521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/6487577133681167521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-night-genealogy-fun-celebrity.html' title='Saturday Night Genealogy Fun : Celebrity Look Alikes'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SxH6jtiPwgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MZNPzHFV7Sw/s72-c/Sillycelebrityfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-8903967956515076913</id><published>2009-11-27T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:33:46.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Follow Friday'/><title type='text'>Follow Friday</title><content type='html'>I like Cindy's blog Everything's Relative - Researching Your Family History.  I love her format, the appearance of her blog and her methods of presenting her family history.  My editor is not letting me post a link to her. So here is her address:  http://genealogybycindy.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-8903967956515076913?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8903967956515076913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=8903967956515076913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/8903967956515076913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/8903967956515076913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/follow-friday.html' title='Follow Friday'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-3037644503065098181</id><published>2009-11-26T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:38:57.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Present Day Treasure Chest.</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. Mine was just about as Ideal as one could be. I spent the first three hours of the day helping with Family History Support. We then put the food together and while it was cooking, we made a memory for the future. We went outside and my granddaughter had her first experience of playing in the leaves.  Can you remember your first belly whop into a pile of leaves, or the crunching of leaves under your feet while walking through the woods?  It was joyous watching my granddaughter and her dad play in the leaves not worrying about the task, rather focusing on each other.  Hope you enjoy the video.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03TCB-yh2yU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03TCB-yh2yU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-3037644503065098181?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3037644503065098181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=3037644503065098181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3037644503065098181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3037644503065098181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/present-day-treasure-chest.html' title='A Present Day Treasure Chest.'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-2251206444525206460</id><published>2009-11-24T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:33:01.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Early America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham Lincolon Association.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham Lincolon'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Post</title><content type='html'>I will be busy with my Family History Mission and helping with the new granddaughter as well as "The Dinner".&amp;nbsp; Thus, I decided to post my blog today.&amp;nbsp; See you on Friday.&amp;nbsp; Hope your Thanksgiving with Family and Friends is a special one.&lt;br /&gt;As I told you, I am filled with awe at the knowledge that I have and ancestor that participated in the First Thanksgiving in Plymouth, and loved reading what he had to say about it in &lt;b&gt;"Of Plymouth Plantation"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated to learn as I thought my children about the Holiday to learn it wasn't until much later that it became an official day of thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I had just grown up with the wonderful family gatherings thinking it was always there.&amp;nbsp; I am posting the original &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Massachusetts Centinel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Oct.14 1789 published Proclamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwzXvWBo0ZI/AAAAAAAAArc/dEYHI2qAG-8/s1600/George+Washingtonthanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwzXvWBo0ZI/AAAAAAAAArc/dEYHI2qAG-8/s640/George+Washingtonthanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have the Thanksgiving Proclamation framed on my wall next to the painting of &lt;a href="http://www.fribergfineart.com/"&gt;George Washington praying at Valley Forge by Art Friberg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the profession of faith, the humbleness of the Proclamation and admonitions for the Nation.&amp;nbsp; You can get this at the website called &lt;a href="http://www.earlyamerica.com/"&gt;Archiving America&lt;/a&gt;. Just Click on the yellow lettering.&amp;nbsp; It is a great site for Colonial periods to the Civil War.&amp;nbsp; Haven't explored further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Thanksgiving Proclamation came from Abraham Lincoln.&amp;nbsp; Here is his speech as available at the &lt;a href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/l/lincoln/"&gt;Abraham Lincoln Association&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle, or the ship; the axe had enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years, with large increase of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Abraham Lincoln, October 3, 1863&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was long, but I feel the words deep within myself and wanted to share with whomever would like to read.&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessed day.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-2251206444525206460?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2251206444525206460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=2251206444525206460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/2251206444525206460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/2251206444525206460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-day-post.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Post'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwzXvWBo0ZI/AAAAAAAAArc/dEYHI2qAG-8/s72-c/George+Washingtonthanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-317356058413601697</id><published>2009-11-24T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:48:47.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tombstone Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gov. Bradford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Tombstone Tuesday Thanksgiving Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwwmxDH9dUI/AAAAAAAAArU/cy1lyQtFm3A/s1600/bradfordbill2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwwmxDH9dUI/AAAAAAAAArU/cy1lyQtFm3A/s320/bradfordbill2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My ancestor and a Thanksgiving reminder of the beginning of American Thanksgiving for blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-317356058413601697?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/317356058413601697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=317356058413601697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/317356058413601697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/317356058413601697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/tombstone-tuesday-thanksgiving-style.html' title='Tombstone Tuesday Thanksgiving Style'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwwmxDH9dUI/AAAAAAAAArU/cy1lyQtFm3A/s72-c/bradfordbill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-4296739405952555295</id><published>2009-11-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:50:46.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellsworth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aylward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granddaughter.'/><title type='text'>A Genealogical Delima for Some</title><content type='html'>My sweet daughter married a young man of the last name.&amp;nbsp; There were many raised eyebrows and titterings about cousins and such.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is they may be back in Ireland or England in the 17th century.&amp;nbsp; The Aylwards of my son-in-law came over to the United States in the 1700's.&amp;nbsp; The Aylward of our line came to Prince Edward Island in the early 1800's.&amp;nbsp; Before my daughter even met her future husband, I had researched his line because I had read they were from Prince Edward.&amp;nbsp; Research revealed that yes, they did but it was Prince Edward Province in Quebec Canada, not the Island.&amp;nbsp; Our family had immigrated straight to Prince Edward Island and stayed.&amp;nbsp; It was in 1891, that Edward Aylward immigrated to Chicago.&amp;nbsp; That is a naturalization I still have not found.&amp;nbsp; Both family changed their names to Ellsworth when they came to the United States to further complicate things, and no reason for either family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwoTPvwmyiI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Pp-dYa982Tc/s1600/emilyjoelemmarelaxing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwoTPvwmyiI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Pp-dYa982Tc/s200/emilyjoelemmarelaxing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, this is my way of introducing my newest granddaughter Em&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is beautiful as you can tell in the picture with her mom and dad.&amp;nbsp; They were of a pioneer spirit and had Em at home.&amp;nbsp; She was born at 6am this morning. I will say I always get excited and teary eyed when a baby is born, but watching the home birth brings home to me the precariousness of the moment of birth. &amp;nbsp; I have had a ball caring for them this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day was a joyful as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-4296739405952555295?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4296739405952555295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=4296739405952555295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4296739405952555295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4296739405952555295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/genealogical-delima-for-some.html' title='A Genealogical Delima for Some'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwoTPvwmyiI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Pp-dYa982Tc/s72-c/emilyjoelemmarelaxing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-4143084667749508283</id><published>2009-11-21T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:51:54.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than a pedigree.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Searching for the Person'/><title type='text'>I Wonder Who You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwjCLDngeKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/SgG6ScQQOcc/s1600/grandma+langley...sept.+21,+1958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwjCLDngeKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/SgG6ScQQOcc/s200/grandma+langley...sept.+21,+1958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I work through my family tree, I pause sometimes to wonder what their life was like personally.&amp;nbsp; I see some of the women were really dig the boots in and survivors. Many of the men were either looking for something better or were adventurers.&amp;nbsp; How does one go about, without personal testimony of a person, figure out the motivations and inspirations of that person?&amp;nbsp; I know in my life there have been several who by their service and caring of myself have uplifted me to try to move to higher planes of thought and life.&amp;nbsp; My late husband introduced me to many different areas of life and encouraged me always to be better.&amp;nbsp; He was an example to future generations.&amp;nbsp; He wrote notes, journals, a personal history that gives you a wonderful image of the man himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmothers examples have always given me the "back bone" to never give up, to reach for a spiritual plane.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I knew who had been for them the encourager and angel to lift them up.&amp;nbsp; Neither ever talked about their feelings or experiences, and never wrote about themselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, the mysteries that go with learning about who you are and where you came from.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-4143084667749508283?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4143084667749508283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=4143084667749508283&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4143084667749508283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4143084667749508283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder-who-you-are.html' title='I Wonder Who You Are'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwjCLDngeKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/SgG6ScQQOcc/s72-c/grandma+langley...sept.+21,+1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-1749517718534592541</id><published>2009-11-21T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:40:59.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing Information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>I Am Excited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Swem8Eec-WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/LpOlMsxXJ5s/s1600/Angel+Face+Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Swem8Eec-WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/LpOlMsxXJ5s/s200/Angel+Face+Rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="ha"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am excited. I just received my first newsletter of&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1y"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'Society of Genealogis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ts'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I know many of you are already reading the magazine, but I have just found it.&amp;nbsp; I am loving following and Twitter following others more knowledgeable bloggers, because I am finding so many new resources.&amp;nbsp; This is just a short blog to say &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Thank You"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to all the bloggers that share as they find out new information. I offer you an Angel Face Rose in gratitude for you angel offerings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-1749517718534592541?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1749517718534592541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=1749517718534592541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/1749517718534592541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/1749517718534592541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-excited.html' title='I Am Excited.'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Swem8Eec-WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/LpOlMsxXJ5s/s72-c/Angel+Face+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-7543401426303200133</id><published>2009-11-18T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:38:40.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasure chest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George W Porter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Searching'/><title type='text'>Treasure Chest Thursday My New Porter Family Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwTmdIu8-7I/AAAAAAAAAow/NE57MHiAz6k/s1600/Heirs+names.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwTmdIu8-7I/AAAAAAAAAow/NE57MHiAz6k/s400/Heirs+names.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you all know from my previous posts, I found in probate records the name of the son of John G Porter that has been totally missed all these years.&amp;nbsp; I know he was living in 1850 to 1860 because many of the documents had to do with his guardianship.&amp;nbsp; Sadly I have not been able to find him on a census.&amp;nbsp; I have looked at the first guardian's census returns in 1850 where he should have been but his does not show.&amp;nbsp; I have looked at those who became his guardian later and he is not there either.&amp;nbsp; I am perplexed where to go from here but I have to find him before I move backwards.&amp;nbsp; George W Porter is my treasure hunt now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-7543401426303200133?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7543401426303200133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=7543401426303200133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/7543401426303200133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/7543401426303200133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasure-chest-thursday-my-new-porter.html' title='Treasure Chest Thursday My New Porter Family Addition'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SwTmdIu8-7I/AAAAAAAAAow/NE57MHiAz6k/s72-c/Heirs+names.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-4332622104888076087</id><published>2009-11-14T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:47:17.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porter Surname'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saxon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatekeepers'/><title type='text'>Surname Saturday.... Porter</title><content type='html'>Are we surprised that I would choose 'Porter' to study as a Surname?... Not even a&amp;nbsp; little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sv8-oD8hIDI/AAAAAAAAAno/ah8_4YeBudg/s1600-h/key+holes....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sv8-oD8hIDI/AAAAAAAAAno/ah8_4YeBudg/s200/key+holes....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many years ago as I was searching the Aylward line, looking in land records of the 1600's in Ireland, I found Porters instead. &amp;nbsp; At the time I was, and still am, clueless as to the ancestor who came to the United States in the early 1700's.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, I know where I can look if it begins to look like we are Irish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.houseofnames.com/xq/asp.fc/qx/porter-family-crest.htm"&gt;House of Names&lt;/a&gt;, which researches Coats of Arms, says the name is Irish, English, or Scottish in origin.&amp;nbsp; Oh, Saxon you say.&amp;nbsp; Since I do not have rights to a Coat of Arms for this name, I went looking further for more information.&amp;nbsp; The Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, says it is a common English name that has origins back to Old French names that represents the person's occupation.&amp;nbsp; In this case, it stood for porter, doorkeeper, gatekeeper.&amp;nbsp; Thus, my John G Porter becomes John G Gatekeeper.&amp;nbsp; Not bad and fascinatingly, it is so appropriate.&amp;nbsp; John G Gatekeeper is the keeper of the secrets that need to be revealed as to his family's origins.&amp;nbsp; I am following his clues to unlock the gate. (smile and wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The keyhole is from &lt;a href="http://www.percyandbloom.com/the-vintage-moth/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Vintage Moth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; I love her antique stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-4332622104888076087?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4332622104888076087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=4332622104888076087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4332622104888076087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4332622104888076087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/surname-saturday-porter.html' title='Surname Saturday.... Porter'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Sv8-oD8hIDI/AAAAAAAAAno/ah8_4YeBudg/s72-c/key+holes....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-4653411750298780774</id><published>2009-11-12T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:55:18.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Probate Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mississippi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microfilms.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Porter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vance Family'/><title type='text'>Porter-Vance Lines Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SvzUuTwFmVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/n3TfeOJx5uA/s1600-h/ElizabethAngelinePorterVance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SvzUuTwFmVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/n3TfeOJx5uA/s200/ElizabethAngelinePorterVance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Microfilms, Oh yeah, in the world of the internet, it is easy to forget, the myriad methods of research.&amp;nbsp; I had not ordered microfilms in an age; going to the library or internet surfing seemed to prevail in my methods.&amp;nbsp; For 5 years I have, I guess, avoided ordering films.&amp;nbsp; When I focused on finding out about the Porter Family, I finally decided to order all the probate films of the time period of Carroll County, Mississippi I was researching.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and Behold, mercy sakes, (what elsed could I put here) Hallujah!&amp;nbsp; I was fed a feast of information.&amp;nbsp; Not only did I find Elizabeth Angeline Porter Vance, but I found out a sad story of family strife for her extended family, and that there was a brother that has never been known, simply because everyone went with the abstracts of wills just as I had.&amp;nbsp; This is another lesson to remember.&amp;nbsp; As I transcribe the documents I was able to print from the microfilm (40 so far), I will share the information.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say "I AM SO EXCITED!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well, I am.&amp;nbsp; When I got into the car with my son and began telling him about the discovery, he was like...'Who are you researching for?&amp;nbsp; Are we going to inherit something?'&amp;nbsp; Imagine my glee over this.&amp;nbsp; He thought I was talking about present events.&amp;nbsp; When he found out it was information about 100+ years ago, he was amused.&amp;nbsp; That was when he said..."You genealogist should be undercover agents. You can find out anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saga continues.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-4653411750298780774?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4653411750298780774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=4653411750298780774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4653411750298780774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/4653411750298780774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/porter-vance-lines-continued.html' title='Porter-Vance Lines Continued'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SvzUuTwFmVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/n3TfeOJx5uA/s72-c/ElizabethAngelinePorterVance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-8633640852639450100</id><published>2009-11-12T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:27:25.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>The new Kreativ Blogger Award:  Thanks Linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;Publish Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Svy-EsPaaOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/5J1W4GQYdWc/s1600-h/kreative+blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Svy-EsPaaOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/5J1W4GQYdWc/s320/kreative+blogger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had this experience.&amp;nbsp; Thank you &lt;a href="http://lindasflipside.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-kreative-blogger-award-thanks-lori.html"&gt;Linda of Flipside&lt;/a&gt; for giving me the honor. You and Lori are really great people and wonderful examples of how to encourage others.&lt;br /&gt;According to Linda, the winner of the award has to list seven things about themselves and then pass the award along to seven other bloggers. My best try: &lt;br /&gt;1. I love genealogy with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;2. My goal is to organize my family history files...then I find more information and oops.&lt;br /&gt;3. My other passion is my family, all six children and 13 soon (any day) 14 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love plants all aspects of them(except fire ants...they are a plague) &lt;br /&gt;5. I am fascinated with blogging and hope to increase my skills and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;6. The best time I have is searching the "detective trail" (as my son calls it) of my or&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; others families.&amp;nbsp; My son thinks genealogists should be undercover agents.&amp;nbsp; lol. &lt;br /&gt;7. I love sewing.&amp;nbsp; Creating.&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand I am to pass the Kreativ Blogger along. I try to read as many blogs as my internet connection holding up will allow me to.&amp;nbsp; Since I am part of geneabloggers, that is were I read the most, occasionally I venture out as you can tell.&amp;nbsp; I could make this hard and sneak it back to Linda, but I won't this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Barbara at &lt;a href="http://lifefromtheroots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life from the Roots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joan at &lt;a href="http://rootsnleaves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Root's N Leaves &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Muddy Boot Dreams at &lt;a href="http://muddybootdreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Muddy Boots Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dr Bill at &lt;a href="http://drbilltellsancestorstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. Bill Tells Ancestor Stories &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Texasblu at &lt;a href="http://texasblu3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Haven &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cindi at &lt;a href="http://genealogybycindy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everythings Relative &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Travis at &lt;a href="http://tjlgenes.blogspot.com/"&gt;TJLGenes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-8633640852639450100?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8633640852639450100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=8633640852639450100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/8633640852639450100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/8633640852639450100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-kreativ-blogger-award-thanks-linda.html' title='The new Kreativ Blogger Award:  Thanks Linda'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Svy-EsPaaOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/5J1W4GQYdWc/s72-c/kreative+blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-9209208799824636565</id><published>2009-11-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:19:10.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olive Tree Genealogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden Treasures'/><title type='text'>Treasure Chest Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SvJNCJvvrZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wlNwHG6sqqM/s1600-h/Library+Treasures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SvJNCJvvrZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wlNwHG6sqqM/s320/Library+Treasures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I started my family history research, libraries were my treasure chest.&amp;nbsp; They still are to a certain extent.&amp;nbsp; I love packing up my notebooks, and driving into the Genealogy library of Montgomery or Clayton Library of Houston.&amp;nbsp; I know that there are so many pages of books that I haven't even scraped the edges of.&amp;nbsp; My favorite thing to do is to walk down the aisle of the State I am interested in and let a book reach out an grab my attention.&amp;nbsp; So many times, in an obscure place of the book, will be a clue or even an answer about my ancestor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have a new treasure chest that I love and have to watch out that it doesn't become instead a Pandora's box and overcome my senses and time.&amp;nbsp; It is the internet, twitter, Google search, Ancestry,&lt;br /&gt;and Family Search to name a few. &amp;nbsp; Tonight, I received a treasure from &lt;a href="http://www.olivetreegenealogy.com/index.shtml"&gt;The Olive Tree Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; Well technically it was Twitter, Lorine had twittered a piece about finding ships lists.&amp;nbsp; When I went to look, I was brought to remeberance of Stephen P Morse's&lt;a href="http://www.stevemorse.org/%20"&gt; One-Step-Webpages for &lt;/a&gt;searching the ship arrivals and lists.&amp;nbsp; I love that site! It had been bookmarked on my computer that crashed (a good reason for back up [Wiggling of eyebrows and a big smile]) and I had forgotten it because my focus has not been on immigration.&amp;nbsp; I have been caught up in the Mexican War.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Thanks Lorine!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And a great big thanks to those that have developed such a wealth on information links for genealogy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-9209208799824636565?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/9209208799824636565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=9209208799824636565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/9209208799824636565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/9209208799824636565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/treasure-chest-thursday.html' title='Treasure Chest Thursday'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/SvJNCJvvrZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wlNwHG6sqqM/s72-c/Library+Treasures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-3694185020134304876</id><published>2009-11-02T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:58:21.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tombstone family group sheet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunter Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tombstone Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Tombstone Tuesday Family Group Sheet</title><content type='html'>How would you like to run across the Family Group Sheet of your family when searching a cemetery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out helping with Find a Grave picture taking when I came across a tombstone that had a name of Gunter, a presumed ancestor of mine.&amp;nbsp; I went to look at it closer and what a find this would have been had it been my line.&amp;nbsp; Look at how this family did their tombstone! Most children are buried close by. A blooming family group sheet on the front and back.&amp;nbsp; I just had to take the pictures to show you all.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Su_DsikLxmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SB0TVBUrkaE/s1600-h/gunterfront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Su_DsikLxmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SB0TVBUrkaE/s200/gunterfront.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Su_DiHv6q1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/VECjjCFNub0/s1600-h/gunterbach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Su_DiHv6q1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/VECjjCFNub0/s200/gunterbach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-3694185020134304876?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3694185020134304876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=3694185020134304876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3694185020134304876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/3694185020134304876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/tombstone-tuesday-family-group-sheet.html' title='Tombstone Tuesday Family Group Sheet'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Su_DsikLxmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SB0TVBUrkaE/s72-c/gunterfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-6335876529170740505</id><published>2009-11-01T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:33:02.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online resources.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vance Family'/><title type='text'>Vance Family Research Online</title><content type='html'>I spent years writing back and forth to a wonderful lady named Kathleen Corley Mason who finally stopped writing because she lost her sight.&amp;nbsp; She authored a book on Vance Family History, '&lt;i&gt;The Vance and Taylor Families'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;She and a few others authored a news letter and held regular meetings and trips through the Vance Family Association.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;You can order films of archived news letters which are informative through &lt;a href="http://www.familysearch.org/Eng/Library/fhlcatalog/supermainframeset.asp?display=authordetails&amp;amp;authorno=411799&amp;amp;name=Vance+Family+Association%2C+null&amp;amp;columns=*,180,0"&gt;Family Search.org&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was privileged to work with a few of them in determining the McAnulty line that married into the Vance Family in South Carolina. &amp;nbsp; I loved pouring through books, censuses, and periodicals to find the information.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how much research has grown in the last 5 years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Vance line has an archive now on Rootsweb.com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index/VANCE/2005-03"&gt;This is a link to one of them.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There is also the beginning of a new &lt;a href="http://www.vancefamilyassociation.org/"&gt;Vance Association Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the same people that I wrote back and forth with.&amp;nbsp; I imagine some of the older researchers are still working diligently, but many had not made the transition to computers, they still wrote letters.&amp;nbsp; I still write, if the need is there.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth, I hope this helps some on the Vance lines you are working on. If you would like give me some dates, I will look in my book for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-6335876529170740505?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6335876529170740505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=6335876529170740505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/6335876529170740505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/6335876529170740505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/vance-family-research-online.html' title='Vance Family Research Online'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-2141565919870430212</id><published>2009-11-01T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:55:35.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genealogy Community Helps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back ups'/><title type='text'>Trying My Hand at Backing Up My Blog</title><content type='html'>I first went to Resources for backing up your blog and looked for what appeared to be the easiest method for a technical illiterate such as I used tips from:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.littlebytesoflife.com/2008/08/dont-be-blog-gone-tips-for-keeping-your.html.%20%20"&gt;Little Bytes of Life&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have added feedburn and now have it coming to my igoogle page and I guess I can print it from there.&amp;nbsp; It is a new experience and one that I hope is going to work for me until I can buy one of those 1T hard drive back ups.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.geneabloggers.com/resources-backing-data/"&gt;Geneabloggers&lt;/a&gt; for caring about your community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-2141565919870430212?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2141565919870430212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=2141565919870430212&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/2141565919870430212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/2141565919870430212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-my-hand-at-backing-up-my-blog.html' title='Trying My Hand at Backing Up My Blog'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799118134852549463.post-5062537598844725654</id><published>2009-10-31T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:06:10.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trick or Treat'/><title type='text'>Memorable Halloween Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Night Genealogy Fun suggested posting our most memorable Halloween.&amp;nbsp; That took me off into another area of memory that my dad told me of his teenage Halloween antics.&amp;nbsp; They were not quite what we think of in our day and age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Suzpmy4YSYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-PcAw1eJ9GY/s1600-h/lester.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Suzpmy4YSYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-PcAw1eJ9GY/s320/lester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking at this innocent face you just would not think that in 6 years from this time he would be a naughty mischevious teenager.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His most memorable Halloween was when he and about 6 other teenage boys got together and decided to trick on of their "grumpy" neighbors.&amp;nbsp; Now neighbors were not next door like what you think of today.&amp;nbsp; More like miles apart.&amp;nbsp; Back to the story.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These boys began by thinking up mischevious things to do weeks ahead of Halloween.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They waited until dark, and how they did these things I don't know, but the first farmer was awakened then next morning to his mules on top of his shed.&amp;nbsp; (They were really naughty, they didn't tell they did it or go by and offer to get the mules down).&amp;nbsp; Shame.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second farmer didn't have to wait for morning because his son went out in the night and fell in the hole where the outhouse had been.&amp;nbsp; They had moved the outhouse just behind the hole. Yuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Apparently, these farmers had not developed a good relationship with these teenagers.&amp;nbsp; My dad said no one ever owned up to the deeds and he was telling me when he was 60 years old and explaining the difference between Halloween then and now.&amp;nbsp; He still thought that the face of the farmer would have been funny to see when he saw his mules on top of the barn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6799118134852549463-5062537598844725654?l=branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5062537598844725654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6799118134852549463&amp;postID=5062537598844725654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/5062537598844725654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6799118134852549463/posts/default/5062537598844725654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://branchingoutthroughtheyears.blogspot.com/2009/10/memorable-halloween-stories.html' title='Memorable Halloween Stories'/><author><name>hummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727917499152200255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17813993848259161163'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XUiRyf_-wE/Suzpmy4YSYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-PcAw1eJ9GY/s72-c/lester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>