tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60999241500106561322024-03-17T00:33:39.765-04:00Desktop Genealogist UnpluggedWhere the Internet & Genealogy MeetUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-73989431729542165432024-02-08T23:31:00.000-05:002024-02-08T23:31:30.222-05:00Loss <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbGdtzbseKQzogf_9XAZngpsGPVbbXoyTWsC96GyA6PzlafOkODyNLcTMAqWUDYVotpu9KbVgd70iCabLYWM6PFvvTH4VaAyAzcG3wVNzHiXNWzihXd_BX4i9SBj8yrn0KS-kEmgSrvvPeu9eXRXz0pTCH2_u8CSKUh9BbihXAOtci0FpjvofOFLy48lZ/s1435/Cori%20.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="1435" height="99" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbGdtzbseKQzogf_9XAZngpsGPVbbXoyTWsC96GyA6PzlafOkODyNLcTMAqWUDYVotpu9KbVgd70iCabLYWM6PFvvTH4VaAyAzcG3wVNzHiXNWzihXd_BX4i9SBj8yrn0KS-kEmgSrvvPeu9eXRXz0pTCH2_u8CSKUh9BbihXAOtci0FpjvofOFLy48lZ/w200-h99/Cori%20.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-52026868290742708412023-12-03T15:13:00.002-05:002023-12-29T23:30:15.964-05:00Last Year's Christmas Present to Myself - DNA Painter! <p>Last Christmas, I treated myself to a subscription of
DNAPainter. Before I subscribed, I
registered for free. This allowed me to make one map using their Chromosome
mapping tool. (Subscribers are allowed to make up to 50 maps.) About thirty
minutes into the task, I decided one map would just not do, and paid for a
yearly subscription (currently $55.00).</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%;">If you would like to see the difference between
being a free registered user as opposed to a paid subscriber you can find that
information <span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://dnapainter.com/help/how-much">HERE</a></span><b>.</b></span><div><p class="MsoNormal">Below is my DNA map for my four grandparents. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkhRsbMdzAdtKkUjINmrGoj38RV5Sa3JGnMfRA4C_86dZI9ohi3hr6J9O2swpFTYFk36s4EBK4Ahpt_SBKbvh_i_IE0lSaTi0IBs-M1O7w70bQcxVBtGHd7jlo2o3K7W_qK-tSWYxn4kfYKXz777DReEJv4EgniYEXT2ABUM5XTCa5e4S4FStjlww8CFr/s1033/Blog%20Chromosome%20Painting.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="946" data-original-width="1033" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkhRsbMdzAdtKkUjINmrGoj38RV5Sa3JGnMfRA4C_86dZI9ohi3hr6J9O2swpFTYFk36s4EBK4Ahpt_SBKbvh_i_IE0lSaTi0IBs-M1O7w70bQcxVBtGHd7jlo2o3K7W_qK-tSWYxn4kfYKXz777DReEJv4EgniYEXT2ABUM5XTCa5e4S4FStjlww8CFr/w400-h366/Blog%20Chromosome%20Painting.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">As you can see, it is still a work in progress. Each of us,
of course, gets 50 % of our DNA from our father and 50% from our mother. Theoretically that would give you 25% from
each of your grandparents. However, in reality, you might get anywhere from 18
to 33% from a particular grandparent. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal">Doing a Chromosome map of my inherited DNA from my
grandparents, the mapping tool keeps track of the percentages.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77k0Q_z0jOEcFAwEnk6MoWgmujyX3DKBKm7rimW0vpFdc6gcH6F8-E8NW4OhGMLzsKPH7U_D2Ceuw7tUpJDHwQeL4-CNLkTMqUlkEJo0Iq_v49VO0ONOUYgfads-eQrL00lTEdnqM59__LjlzDlfnhXQBXttcZQl72zzdcWu65UlCxppYRrj9mFi7fQ5A/s505/Maternal%20and%20Paternal%20DNA.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="418" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77k0Q_z0jOEcFAwEnk6MoWgmujyX3DKBKm7rimW0vpFdc6gcH6F8-E8NW4OhGMLzsKPH7U_D2Ceuw7tUpJDHwQeL4-CNLkTMqUlkEJo0Iq_v49VO0ONOUYgfads-eQrL00lTEdnqM59__LjlzDlfnhXQBXttcZQl72zzdcWu65UlCxppYRrj9mFi7fQ5A/s320/Maternal%20and%20Paternal%20DNA.png" width="265" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">My grandfathers seem to have donated more of my DNA than my
grandmothers. Of course, it could change
a little when (read if) I figure out how to allocate the remaining
segments. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">My second favorite tool that you can access for free is the Ancestral
Tree. With your free registered account,
you are allowed to import one tree up to 4<sup>th</sup> great grandparent level. As a paid subscriber you can import up to 50
trees and importing ability extends to your entire tree. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">You can view your ancestral tree in tree format, fan format
or text format. It also prints you a pedigree
collapse report that gives you the number of times an ancestor appears in your
ancestral tree. I have 3 ancestors that
appear 3 times in my chart and 30 that appear twice, all are on my paternal
line. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal">Below is the view of the fan format. On the right-hand side is your maternal line
and on the left-hand side is your paternal side. While you can set the tree
format anywhere from four generations to “all available” the fan format goes
back 9 generations to your 7X great grandparents. </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NeS0zzMPJPPY9KE7oygDYJmZhH7SfYGl5Ake9kjYKLA-nNvgN8N1JgZC55wMrApeQM7ELPwfVy0_rLKPdC7g9CfXwAahYgi1akNv_fUJU7usW8LSGtrV40ZxAvS51_7jBxFNdkuccoLRBYQIfh26bpTSOjd-fz_zlwUoma7dJA0BZ1Kpe548CG5hoq4o/s980/Terry%20Snyder%20Fan%20Tree%20USE.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="980" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NeS0zzMPJPPY9KE7oygDYJmZhH7SfYGl5Ake9kjYKLA-nNvgN8N1JgZC55wMrApeQM7ELPwfVy0_rLKPdC7g9CfXwAahYgi1akNv_fUJU7usW8LSGtrV40ZxAvS51_7jBxFNdkuccoLRBYQIfh26bpTSOjd-fz_zlwUoma7dJA0BZ1Kpe548CG5hoq4o/w400-h283/Terry%20Snyder%20Fan%20Tree%20USE.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"> You can easily see where the holes are in my genealogy. On
my father’s side I have a “mystery” 3X grandfather, who deserves his own blog
post. On my mother’s side you can see the pink area is the most
represented. That happens to be my great
grandfather Samuel Henry Hoy’s ancestral line.
Sam’s family in the main were German, and Germans were very faithful in
documenting births, deaths, baptisms, and marriages. It is no coincidence that the best
represented on my paternal side comes from my German Great Grandfather, Leo. Again,
faithful documentation saves the day.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When you hover over an entry, the information you have
included appears within the white half circle. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLQlT-gMQgLGN31xkwKBlItshTHnjX_m2U06snv2Hxj4FhTKnQF23sEZD44s1N1FBjAyDYkDoQPRWiJTQQkHoF8hM7Lio2UM7BjUE23WoKBL7sw7v9RYWgXr-GS_OT7U6_RiBGybXH-zMMclg8P2Crk9oPcasAuvV196KAUTs1f4VNznjgG-hj4LFA3f_/s1908/Frances%20Gibson.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1290" data-original-width="1908" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLQlT-gMQgLGN31xkwKBlItshTHnjX_m2U06snv2Hxj4FhTKnQF23sEZD44s1N1FBjAyDYkDoQPRWiJTQQkHoF8hM7Lio2UM7BjUE23WoKBL7sw7v9RYWgXr-GS_OT7U6_RiBGybXH-zMMclg8P2Crk9oPcasAuvV196KAUTs1f4VNznjgG-hj4LFA3f_/w400-h270/Frances%20Gibson.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">You can see the information that my gedcom imputed for
Frances. Frances happens to be one of my
ancestors that pops up a total of three times.
It is a little difficult to see, but it shows you the three different
routes that connect her DNA to me. Though
the fan format only goes back to my 7<sup>th</sup> great grandparents Frances appears
on my family tree in two different generations, two of those being an 8<sup>th</sup>
generation place, and that information is also noted. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Recently, I found additional ancestor information that I did
not have when I initially made my tree.
In the tree format, it is very easy to update manually. What happens if you find an error in your
tree? Again, you can fix it manually, or
if the mistake impacts a large portion of the tree, you could delete your first
tree and add the corrected gedcom, instead. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">There are filters and something called dimensions that can
be used to help visualize different aspects of your tree. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal">Interested in finding out which of your ancestors might have
contributed to your XDNA? There is a
filter for that. It works on both the tree and fan formats. Below is what the filter looks like on my fan
format.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2WWc77U_-IKSwcJqhqyQgKxSbRMviZMASeWIsnTDCwu64vOV3zZ-mjaYpg-n28tdqEuwuPzD0x4hY5FRlDl1OwBDGUtB4X4sREg4f8oJYYh_KC11Qnbc-Qc4MZYr68FoLXez0XszpSxyI6KnZqUMogTe41pVDqMZuXkJZfP5MlTwDWaLkdEZicsdsyi-/s1069/Potential%20XDNA%20Ancestors.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="1069" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2WWc77U_-IKSwcJqhqyQgKxSbRMviZMASeWIsnTDCwu64vOV3zZ-mjaYpg-n28tdqEuwuPzD0x4hY5FRlDl1OwBDGUtB4X4sREg4f8oJYYh_KC11Qnbc-Qc4MZYr68FoLXez0XszpSxyI6KnZqUMogTe41pVDqMZuXkJZfP5MlTwDWaLkdEZicsdsyi-/w400-h251/Potential%20XDNA%20Ancestors.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Want to know how long your ancestors lived? There is a dimension for that. Of course, this only works for the ancestors
that have both a birth and death year. <o:p></o:p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiw8FQ8oDN2L28SzO59jKoxy9GGW_dxWQ3Cy_yrdzXFIEoKaOKzqWhFYDS8I3WzlN_GzXldFeSVjnrl8eL8Kf0jByZuhWrr6TOanWU8JEeGwCwQ7S_1pDRy0dlCE8LS53E2vsb_AT_uLbJw5EzLEjP67HBc-xTFAhF-dPuX_qlcbvTU4RuA0QKlgw-1Ytx/s1639/DNAPainter%20Age%20at%20Death.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="1639" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiw8FQ8oDN2L28SzO59jKoxy9GGW_dxWQ3Cy_yrdzXFIEoKaOKzqWhFYDS8I3WzlN_GzXldFeSVjnrl8eL8Kf0jByZuhWrr6TOanWU8JEeGwCwQ7S_1pDRy0dlCE8LS53E2vsb_AT_uLbJw5EzLEjP67HBc-xTFAhF-dPuX_qlcbvTU4RuA0QKlgw-1Ytx/w400-h176/DNAPainter%20Age%20at%20Death.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The Ancestral Tree tool also gives you a Tree Completeness
Report. The report goes back to your 10<sup>th</sup>
Great Grandparents (that’s a whopping 12 generations back from you!)<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLv6mbZEErfv4gnLBJYHxPtdFZu8DIGT4FaEqcnAUcaW_Wwo3-l7mbqdZKfhnqWGCOZqKSY5RjyVYovqpB2TWdZ6PreTvxSAqUaZxzjuO6p2jrjfOUhGoT_SIoiskZwX4XzHJGG4SiO3OiJU942CnK3LdcGeWjbbRIh8z5OibBg4jbujeqpfr9QKTAGonB/s1519/Tree%20Completeness.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1519" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLv6mbZEErfv4gnLBJYHxPtdFZu8DIGT4FaEqcnAUcaW_Wwo3-l7mbqdZKfhnqWGCOZqKSY5RjyVYovqpB2TWdZ6PreTvxSAqUaZxzjuO6p2jrjfOUhGoT_SIoiskZwX4XzHJGG4SiO3OiJU942CnK3LdcGeWjbbRIh8z5OibBg4jbujeqpfr9QKTAGonB/w400-h203/Tree%20Completeness.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div><p class="MsoNormal">As you can see, I have 0 of a potential 4096 10<sup>th</sup>
Great Grandparents. And that mysterious
3X great grandfather stands out like a sore thumb (at least to me) where I have
31 out of 32 3<sup>rd</sup> Great Grandparents, giving me a 97% completeness at
that level. It doesn’t bother me, though. Okay, maybe it bothers me a little. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I don’t think that everyone who gets a DNA test needs DNA
Painter tools, but if you are like me – curious, committed to understanding
your ancestral inheritance, and need visual cues to aid your understanding, DNA
Painter is fantastic. (And I’ve only scratched the surface!) Besides, the
colorful maps and charts are eye poppingly gorgeous. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Until Next Time<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">© 3 December 2023, Teresa L. Snyder, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged</span><o:p></o:p></i></p></div><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-80703758458640864522023-10-29T00:30:00.012-04:002023-10-29T00:30:00.143-04:00An Ironic, Quirky Footnote to my Jeremias Schröder Posts<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">Okay, in an ironic, quirky footnote to my last two posts, I
have this. When I was about 9, my mother, who had a collection of various
figurines, took my sister and I aside, and told us we could pick a figurine to
start a collection of our own. I don’t
remember for sure, but I think my sister, who was younger and therefore had
first choice, picked a dog. As my hand
started toward a pair of identical figurines, my mother warned that if I chose
them, it might be challenging to find more of the same animal for my
collection. As it turned out, my mother was correct. These animal figurines were only present
during a specific time of the year.
However, her telling me it would be a challenge only made me more
certain of my choice. I chose a twin set
of little bunny rabbits. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Below is a portion of my collection. <o:p></o:p></p></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiarjXC4x7lX3QUK1rnY0T2C92KI4StmKNHYRfDxJQX6FAq4oej1FdD5YmpaaFn_RMycaToh7pDAzAjNvakVOe-rR12sy0Eo4sUI3LoopyD9JvzRwA-CJeE6K73HIS5hY7uK1qMmkEIdZTc7p5GP8u5hPrDiam9L75r0p9GkKPTi7F-CBfBacXRZCj4JiKU/s1280/IMG_3957.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1280" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiarjXC4x7lX3QUK1rnY0T2C92KI4StmKNHYRfDxJQX6FAq4oej1FdD5YmpaaFn_RMycaToh7pDAzAjNvakVOe-rR12sy0Eo4sUI3LoopyD9JvzRwA-CJeE6K73HIS5hY7uK1qMmkEIdZTc7p5GP8u5hPrDiam9L75r0p9GkKPTi7F-CBfBacXRZCj4JiKU/w400-h270/IMG_3957.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Jeremias Schrö</span><span style="text-align: left;">der was a renowned rabbit hunter.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">His 7X great granddaughter is an avid rabbit collector.
Ah, Irony, you are not</span><span style="text-align: left;"> always a heartless bitch.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">Sometimes, you are a wry wit. </span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>© 29 October 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-81256042828894915922023-10-28T00:30:00.007-04:002023-12-03T14:34:13.319-05:00My Stolper Roots: Jeremias Schröder, the Rabbit Hunter - My 7X Great Grandfather, Part 2<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes, what isn’t part of an ancestral record can be as
informative as what is. Particularly, when you combine that with known
historical facts. You and I don’t live in a vacuum, and neither did our
ancestors. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Let’s start with the facts. From the genealogy that was
compiled somewhere between 1935 and 1944: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">1. We know that Jeremias Schr<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span>der was born in 1648.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">2. We know he died, 1 May 1724. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">3. We know he was buried on 4 May 1724. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">4. We know that he had a son named Anthonius Schr<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span>der.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">5. We know he was a J<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ä</span>ger (Hunter). <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We know he was a
renowned Rabbit hunter. The fact that this is part of the genealogical record
is interesting. Normally, saying he was a hunter would have been deemed
sufficient. At the time of Jeremias’ passing, a father and son duo were
administering to the Parish, Rev. Martin Dreisow, Sr and Rev. Martin Dreisow, Jr.
One of them felt this fact had special merit. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">7. From the 1717 Hufenklassifikation. (The Hufenklassifikation
was a survey undertaken from 1717 to 1719 in the Hinterpommern to assess land
values for taxation purposes. The Prussian King, Frederick William I, ordered
the survey.)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A Jeremias Schr<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span>der is listed as a halbbauer. He is
the only Schr<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">öder listed in Budow and the only one listed in any of the
villages that the Budow Parish served. (These villages included: Budow,
Gaffert, Gallensow, Goschen, Groß Gansen, Jammerin, Klein Gansen, Kottow,
Muttrin, Nippoglense and Wundichow.) It is possible that this was the hunter
Jeremias’ son, but more likely, it was Jeremias himself as he was still very
much alive at the time.</span> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">1648, the year of Jeremias’ birth, was also the year that The
Thirty Years’ War ended. It is estimated that eight million people died as a
result of that war. They died from battle. They died from disease. They died
from trying to save their homes, their livestock, their crops. And they died
from starvation. Pomerania suffered heavily from the war with historians
estimating that up to two-thirds of the population either died or fled the
area. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The war, at least in the beginning, was a Religious War. After
Martin Luther, a priest, nailed the 95 Theses on the Wittenburg Church Castle
door in 1517, a religious movement was started. Protestantism was born. The
original fighting between the Protestants and the Catholics came to end in 1555
with the signing of the Peace of Augsburg, which guaranteed the right of
religious freedom. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Below you can see a map of the Holy Roman Empire from 1618, at the
start of the war. The areas in orange represent Protestants and the gray area
represents Catholics. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZnjcJ2hLf4RXiO2g5jj2WIrXk8btAhpamGcCgeQ5znfUAcazI_oA5IKKpNXm-aCsoVAPJtQYPzC4QM122Rm2XrAOld-bsVZ2kRVh5d9IOgyr5dHZ3lS1JwjWvANlB01wpTcvjxeLtgimB0Xfq5-h_8x63Hk-Sr-K2ErTdRuLqw6voRqZKfEQ4e0Bidmr/s2362/HolyRomanEmpire_1618.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2362" data-original-width="2362" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZnjcJ2hLf4RXiO2g5jj2WIrXk8btAhpamGcCgeQ5znfUAcazI_oA5IKKpNXm-aCsoVAPJtQYPzC4QM122Rm2XrAOld-bsVZ2kRVh5d9IOgyr5dHZ3lS1JwjWvANlB01wpTcvjxeLtgimB0Xfq5-h_8x63Hk-Sr-K2ErTdRuLqw6voRqZKfEQ4e0Bidmr/w400-h400/HolyRomanEmpire_1618.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">When Ferdinand II, the Archduke of Austria, was named heir
apparent of the elderly, childless, Holy Roman Emperor Matthias, trouble began
to brew. Ferdinand was known to be a staunch Catholic, and when he came into
power, he declared the Empire to be Catholic. You can see by the map; his
religious stance would disenfranchise a large number of his subjects. War
became inevitable.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">For the first 9 years of the war Pomerania, for the most part, was
spared. However, in 1627, Ferdinand moved to house some of his imperial troops
in Pomerania. The troops lived off the land, which meant confiscating
livestock, food, and demanding payment in the form of taxes. This led to the
burning of farms and villages, to rape, to torture, to death. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">While the war initially started as a religious war, it quickly
turned into a power grab, a means of filling coffers and confiscating property. Other potential combatants, alarmed at the power being accumulated by their contemporaries,
jumped into the fray. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">In 1630, King Gustavus Adolphus of Sweden, a Protestant, landed in
Pomerania. One would think that a combatant on the same side as the Protestant
inhabitants of Pomerania would have brought some relief. The Swedish troops
were every bit as demanding and imperious as the troops of Ferdinand II, and
the Pomeranians continued their suffering under these “friendly” troops. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Finally, a series of peace treaties were signed. Known as the
Peace of Westphalia, the treaties effectively ended the war. In 1653, as part
of the terms, most of Pomerania was given to the Margraviate of Brandenburg,
with the remaining portion in the West, given to Sweden. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Below is the map of the area in 1653. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhhmFa1IxsqC2pYGVSfGfGxOAetGLiTh1S1vAqbaxp5_XmPLQhfj2qRv_qaDeJWNeZr0MbT_EywWh_Jg4vatAiRyexzGmqHAdnw3-vtDz57py8BXTG3a4HGEDcDGwUkhouEh1ESuJmf9ckrPAxcvXKY4RpLq6sACb5pzPtDWl48uQUltG-vKLfIAs3xhL/s789/Pomerania_1653.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="789" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhhmFa1IxsqC2pYGVSfGfGxOAetGLiTh1S1vAqbaxp5_XmPLQhfj2qRv_qaDeJWNeZr0MbT_EywWh_Jg4vatAiRyexzGmqHAdnw3-vtDz57py8BXTG3a4HGEDcDGwUkhouEh1ESuJmf9ckrPAxcvXKY4RpLq6sACb5pzPtDWl48uQUltG-vKLfIAs3xhL/w400-h244/Pomerania_1653.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">War was over, but oh, the cost. In 1590, almost three decades
before the start of the war, it was noted that the Parish of Budow had 161
farms. In the year 1710, sixty-two years after the end of the war, there were
only sixty-eight. <o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In 1655, Friedrich Wilhelm, the Elector of Brandenburg and Duke of
Prussia, required an assessment from the landowners of the state of their
holdings. Various members of the Von Zitewitz family-owned different parcels of
land in the villages surrounding the church in Budow. The information from
these reports was documented. Below are some of the remarks reported. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><b>From Friedrich von Zitewitz</b></span>: He reported that on his 3 Muttrin farms, they
were unoccupied except each were “inhabited by a strange man.” He complains that the soil is poor, and that
he must provide new seed every year. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><b>From Martin von Zitewitz</b></span>: Among other things, he reported that he had
two unoccupied farms in Nippoglense. In one of those farms lived, “a poor,
miserable person who lacks bread even before Christmas.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><b>From Gneomar von Zitewitz</b></span>: He told of the miserable plight of his farmers
in Klein Gansen. He said he had to pay for all their seed, taxes, food, etc.
otherwise, he is afraid they will leave for Poland, like so many of the other
farmers have done. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><b>From Johan Adolf von Zitewitz</b></span>: In Budow, three of his farmers had run away
to Poland. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">From</span> <span style="color: #0070c0;">Gerd von
Zitewitz</span></b>: Gerd had a fair number
of complaints. He complained that the soil was so poor, that a family could not
live from what they produced on the farm. He told of the hunger of his farmers.
He said he hadn’t sold a sheep in 20 years, even though he would buy them but
the land couldn’t support them. To add to his sheep herding woes, he complained
that to get and keep a proper Shepherd you had to promise them whatever they
demanded. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In other words, they reported that their farms should not be taxed
at the rate they had been previously, because things had deteriorated thanks to
the war. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> It would not be until Frederick
the Great came into power that a concerted effort was made to repopulate the
areas decimated by the war. It is said that in the first decades of his rule,
Frederick imported 5312 families from Bohemia, Palatinate, and Saxony to
colonize these areas of Pomerania. This, however, would not happen until 1740. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"> In the meantime, Fredrich Wilhelm tried unsuccessfully to demand that those peasants and serfs who had
fled to Poland be returned to the areas from which they fled. The next step was
the issuance of The Servants, Farmers and Shepherds order of 1670. <b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7zHoeRFYq5X7-BupG9N_UPUC-nbx08YdJ1tzCQJCr6HpRqxcQUO4rHwRsckn6G4TOYM7etvT9ZMbYcZeXTYN9eezyafO63IzIX3vWccF1IVdDhfhWrMS_cmghorCGvznBXglTWdWoQ-4lSVta1tMRHk7L3etsX73abvp420SG-xlCIEOa44lludM9mQM/s1323/for%20Blog.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1323" data-original-width="1067" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7zHoeRFYq5X7-BupG9N_UPUC-nbx08YdJ1tzCQJCr6HpRqxcQUO4rHwRsckn6G4TOYM7etvT9ZMbYcZeXTYN9eezyafO63IzIX3vWccF1IVdDhfhWrMS_cmghorCGvznBXglTWdWoQ-4lSVta1tMRHk7L3etsX73abvp420SG-xlCIEOa44lludM9mQM/w323-h400/for%20Blog.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">This order curtailed a peasant’s right to move from one place to
another. It was illegal to leave the farm he inhabited to move to another place
without permission. The punishments for doing so were severe. A peasant farmer
was also required to render services, fees, and other goods to his landowner at
specified times. The peasant could own his home, his livestock, his equipment
but not the land. All these requirements of the peasant farmer were passed on
to his children.</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Frederick Wilhelm I (King of Prussia and Elector of Brandenburg,
1713-1740) passed the Edict of 14 July 1718 and the Edict of 10 Nov 1722, which
among other things, curtailed craftsmen from living in the rural villages. Only
tailors, blacksmiths, weavers, carpenters, and wheelwrights could live in a
village. All other craftsmen, except for millers, were required to live in the
cities. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">All of this presents a problem when it comes to Jeremias. I
believe that Jeremias and his son, Anthonius, came from outside the parish
villages of Budow. Let’s compare the information that we have about Jeremias to
that of his contemporaries. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">While his contemporaries, like Jeremias, were not given a specific birth date
just the year born, the others listed in the same genealogy, done through the
same church, with the same minister, during the same years had listed along
with their birth year, the place they were born, the names of both of their
parents, and the date of their baptism. Jeremias had none of those things. We
also don’t know when his son Anthonius was born, where Anthonius was born or who
his mother was. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">We know that Anthonius died in 1733 in Budow, that he married Trin
Liese Potratz in 1724 and that they had a son, Johann in 1725. Did Trin Liese
remarry? When and where was she born? Did she and Anthonius have more children?
Who raised Johann? While it’s possible that the pages that would have contained
these facts were missing from the Budow Parish when the genealogist did his
work, it seems more likely that they are missing because these events did not take place within the Parish of Budow. My guess is that Jeremias and Anthonius came to the area sometime before 1717
(when the Hufenklassification was done) but after Anthonius’ birth. But where
did they come from, and how did they get there?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Was there a swap from one landowner to another for a service that
was needed? Jeremias, after all, is listed as a renowned rabbit hunter. Did
Jeremias come from an area that was not subject to the Farmer and Shepherds
order of 1670? Questions, questions – all I have is questions.</span> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I fantasize that out there somewhere, in a forgotten text, tucked
away on a dusty shelf is a sentence or two about a famous rabbit
hunter who came with his son and settled in Budow. I know that there is only
the tiniest of possibilities that my fantasy is true. I know that is only the
teeniest tiniest of possibilities that should that text exist, that it somehow
falls like a ripened fruit into my lap. But even the teeniest tiniest of
possibilities is still a possibility . . . <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Until Next Time<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">© 28 October 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Map Attributions</span></u><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Holy Roman Empire 1618” By ziegelbrenner - Own work, CC BY-SA
3.0, <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6054043">https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6054043</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">By Astrokey44, section cut by user:Skäpperöd - This file was
derived from: Holy Roman Empire 1648.svg, CC BY-SA 3.0, <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12363902">https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12363902</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Sources</span></u><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">1.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Archiv
ostdeutscher Familienforscher, “Schroeder,” 1998 5/6, P 175<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">2.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Rolletiofe, E.
Editor:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ostpommersche Heimat 1933, “Aus
der Geschichte des Dorfes Budow,” No. 17, P 4, Accessed 14 August 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">3.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>v. Livonius,
A.:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Die Bevölkerung der Kreise
Stolp, Schlawe und Rummelsburg kurz nach 1700", Ost-pommersche Heimat 10.
- 15. Fortsetzung 1939, Folge Nr. 10-25,
http://digibib.studienstelleog.de/sdo/sog/PM.livonius-nach1700.pdf, Accessed 29
Oct 2015.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">4.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Pommerscher
Grief e.V., “Einführung (Die Blankenseesche Hufenklassifikation)”,
https://www.pommerscher-greif.de/hufen/. Accessed 12 April 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">5.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>History.com
Editors: “Thirty Years’s War,”
https://www.history.com/topics/european-history/thirty-years-war . Accessed 23
August 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">6.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Burke,
Frederick: “Pommern History,”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pommern
Regional History Group, https://www.prgmn.org/cpage.php?pt=17,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Accessed 10 April 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">7.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>History.com,
Editors : “Martin Luther posts 95 theses,”
https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/martin-luther-posts-95-theses,
originally published 24 November 2009, Accessed 14 October 2023. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">8.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sellke, G.,
“Villages in Eastern Pomerania following the Thirty Years’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>War.” Original Post, Ostpommersche
Heimat,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No. 35 -39<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>with included notes.
https://sites.rootsweb.com/~mnprgm/Stolp/30YearsWar/index.html, Accessed<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>12 April 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">9.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Heyden,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Helmuth: ”Zur Geschichte der Kirchen im Lande
Stolp bis zum 18.” Jahrhundert, 1965.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">10.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>V. Stojentin, Max
: <i>Geschichte des Geschlechts von Zitzewitz, Teil 1: Urkundenbuch</i>.,
Stettin, Herrcke & Lebeling, 1900.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">11.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Bottke, Karl:
Heimatbuch des Landkreis Stolp, Albrecht, Stolp, 1926.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">12.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Kuchenbecker
Report, “17. Jahrhundert”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Accessed 23
Oct 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">13.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Churfürstliche
Brandenburgische Gesinde- und in etzlichen Punkten revidierte Bauer- und
Schäffer-Ordnung im Hertzogthumb Hinter-Pommern und Fürstenthumb Cammin”, <i>Titulus
IV: Von den Bauernren und dero Weglaufenfen,</i> von 1670.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">14.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Stolper
Heimatkreise e.V., “Gesellschaftliches und politisches Leben,”
https://www.stolp.de/krussen_ortsgeschichte/articles/krussen_gesellschaft.html,
Accessed 24 Oct 2023.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>© 28 October 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</i></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-57029340517237435942023-10-27T01:55:00.001-04:002023-12-03T14:33:08.932-05:00My Stolper Roots: Jeremias Schröder, the Rabbit Hunter - My 7X Great Grandfather, Part 1<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">I have been working on my family history for over two
decades. This is going to sound a bit odd, but there are some ancestors who do
not want to be found. They want to hide away with their assorted secrets,
content to leave their descendants perpetually in the dark. From them, you must
wrestle every scrap of information. There are also the ancestors who, if you
prod them, whispering that if they want to be known, they need to give you a
helping hand. I am always astonished (and sometimes, frankly a little spooked)
when a brick wall will suddenly crumble after a “heart to heart” with these
ancestors. Then there are the ancestors, who you are not looking for, have no
knowledge of, and suddenly, there they are. Plop. Falling into your lap like
ripened fruit tumbling down from a tree. That is exactly what happened in the
case of my 7X Great Grandfather, Jeremias Schr<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span>der. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Each of us have 512 7X great grandparents. There may be some
family historians who know the names of all 512 of their ancestors, but I would
guess, if they exist, there are not many of them. Jeremias takes two spots of
the 512, as I descend from two of his great grandsons, Christian and Gottfried.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My Stolper family were, to be blunt, peasants. Hardy
peasants, as my existence will attest, but peasants, nonetheless. Some of them may
have been tied to the local landowners as serfs. As such, the records of their
existence are minimal, confined to tax and church records.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The earliest surviving German church records are from St.
Sebald in Nuremberg dating back to the year 1524. Lutheran churches began
requiring the records of baptisms, marriages and deaths be documented in about
the year 1540. The Catholic church started requiring the same record keeping in
1563 and by the year 1650, most Reformed Churches required the same. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For my family, most of whom belonged to the church in the
village of Budow, the records appear to have been kept beginning in the year 1643.
Until the very end of World War II, those records were intact. They encompassed three
hundred years of the lives of my family and their neighbors. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In many areas of Germany, the records, or sometimes their
duplicates, managed to survive the war. In the district of Stolp, however, it
has been reported that two-thirds of all records (not just church records) were
lost. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A series of maps will give you an idea of where the Stolp
region and the village of Budow were located. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Below is a German map of the Weimar Republic which represented
Germany from 1919 to 1937. The Baltic Sea (Ostee) is located along the coast of
Pomerania, and in fact, is located directly below where the Baltic Sea is
labeled. <o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWARJS9NDBTiFLAyvz3dxhpYxd4k12djblr6_tKP4QzU4mnN-TZReEKY7Wa9TyUBxsGPz7F4LtELi9qBCgCeRnOTIF5IKIBkGIe169TZucjfx9or9JqX7qPVEP2SlC9Wan9TSlFT87GRK2BxIIOAirJQUqSMMRea2b-DaQ3zJBlDipnvpE1-boOfSmLiTe/s792/Karte_des_Deutschen_Reiches,_Weimarer_Republik-Drittes_Reich_1919%E2%80%931937.svg.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="792" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWARJS9NDBTiFLAyvz3dxhpYxd4k12djblr6_tKP4QzU4mnN-TZReEKY7Wa9TyUBxsGPz7F4LtELi9qBCgCeRnOTIF5IKIBkGIe169TZucjfx9or9JqX7qPVEP2SlC9Wan9TSlFT87GRK2BxIIOAirJQUqSMMRea2b-DaQ3zJBlDipnvpE1-boOfSmLiTe/w400-h364/Karte_des_Deutschen_Reiches,_Weimarer_Republik-Drittes_Reich_1919%E2%80%931937.svg.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">A closer look at the area of Pomerania as of 1939 shows you
the exact location of the District of Stolp. Stolp is the second furthest
Eastern Kreis. There is an area in the southcentral portion of Stolp, that dips
a finger down along both the borders of Rummelsburg and B<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ü</span>tow.
It is within this area that some of the villages of the Budow Parish sit, with
Budow located Northeast of the area. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzePmKZIbrB1BYkuBuu51XrmmZZB_g8cNwP9QWCJ4Smq9oMMM2To-h2edobTNTO0hMqi-3bRah7Cvr1CCZsUkPDNWjK32w0ctIIbJIcQJD5fgEmAiul8vZxA2kb6RWxM2f4LfJZRFf92K1z8nsfn_7rBrXaJlVx3cHiXf3V6RvOx6-ttovH_wZRSF5858/s1126/1939%20Pommern%20Map.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="1126" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzePmKZIbrB1BYkuBuu51XrmmZZB_g8cNwP9QWCJ4Smq9oMMM2To-h2edobTNTO0hMqi-3bRah7Cvr1CCZsUkPDNWjK32w0ctIIbJIcQJD5fgEmAiul8vZxA2kb6RWxM2f4LfJZRFf92K1z8nsfn_7rBrXaJlVx3cHiXf3V6RvOx6-ttovH_wZRSF5858/w400-h270/1939%20Pommern%20Map.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Here is a map of Stolp Kreis. The blue area marks the
location of Budow.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvrX2W3Dw_erICrRq20fbT96h8kMgJU21gxRI-nya_SlepcsR9zbRgAh51qNypCXqFvETtp2ucP-UpgECbNWa65vRtLNNXMMNjSXOThQF-6DmQMEHsTI4swWwzCa4xKp-b_yDJ7llyfDfwW-BxsEjg1S-Zn20-4KzeGERf-FBzVlEvxN5SgLbfd-WZRcV/s1000/1932%20Stolp%20Map.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="1000" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvrX2W3Dw_erICrRq20fbT96h8kMgJU21gxRI-nya_SlepcsR9zbRgAh51qNypCXqFvETtp2ucP-UpgECbNWa65vRtLNNXMMNjSXOThQF-6DmQMEHsTI4swWwzCa4xKp-b_yDJ7llyfDfwW-BxsEjg1S-Zn20-4KzeGERf-FBzVlEvxN5SgLbfd-WZRcV/w400-h363/1932%20Stolp%20Map.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">In 2010, during my long-extended blogging hiatus, a
genuinely nice German woman reached out to me. When I say reached out, I mean
she did a very credible search to track me down. Can I just say that my
experience has taught me that either a Schröder gene or a Quetschke gene must be where
we get our research chops from, because invariably, these are the people who
are particularly good at finding people and places. <o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">It turned out that she and I were third cousins. She descended
from Great Grandfather Leo’s eldest sister, Bertha. We exchanged pictures and
information, and she sent me two genealogies. One represented the line of
Bertha’s father, Wilhelm Heinrich Schröder and the other was of Bertha’s
mother, Caroline Wilhelmine Quetschke. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I, of course, was overjoyed. I marveled that there had been a
genealogical interest in the family in earlier generations. It was at this
point my cousin told me that genealogy was required by the government. The
government in question was The National Socialist German Workers’ Party or more commonly
known as the Nazi Party. She told me
that the genealogy was completed in 1933, the year the Nazi Party came to
power. My cousin told me everyone needed a completed genealogy. I don’t think
that was strictly true in the beginning. However, a genealogy was, in fact, required
of all Party members, and for all public officials, which included teachers. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bertha Schröder had two sons who were teachers. They would have
been required to prove their Aryan status by genealogical means. There was a
booming business for genealogical work while the Nazi’s were in power. Carrying
around a sheaf of genealogical papers that had to be produced on any kind of a
regular basis turned out to be a bit unwieldy. The Ahnenpaß came into being. It
was a small book, like a passport with all the relevant genealogical information,
the entries on each page stamped and signed by the appropriate entity. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Eventually, more people were required to have an Ahnenpaß. I don’t
know what percentage of the population carried genealogical passports, and I
don’t know how many survived the war, but for those of us whose ancestors’
records were wiped out during and in the aftermath of war, they provide
information that is no longer available. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In the information that I was given, Jeremias was not listed. The
genealogy only went back as far as Anthonius Schröder, whom I now know was the
son of Jeremias. There were no dates given for Anthonius, but his son, Johann
Schröder, had a birthdate of 5 March 1725 and his place of birth was listed as
Budow. This let me know that my family had been part of the Parish in Budow since
at least the early part of the 18<sup>th</sup> century. In a place where the surviving
birth records do not start until 1838, this was information I never expected to
receive. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Not quite a year ago, a friend on a German Forum that I belong to,
published a page of genealogy from a periodical that published family
genealogies. It was in German and I used a program to translate it into English.
Jeremias was in this genealogy, but for some reason I missed that Anthonius was
also there. I remarked that it was interesting, thinking that it was not my
family line. I have no explanation for why I didn’t realize the significance of
what I was reading, but let’s just be blunt. I blew it. If Jeremias was doing
any orchestrating of events, he was shaking his head at what a slow witted
descendent he had. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Then, about a month ago, I noticed a DNA match. It was only a twenty
centimorgan match. Usually, a match that small I don’t spend much time on, but
I did notice that the match was on my father’s maternal side, my <i><b>German</b> </i>side.
I cannot pinpoint the moment I decided to reach out with a message, or any real
logic behind my reaching out, but I wrote a brief note. To my surprise, a truly
kind man answered me back. It was his father that I matched. </p><p class="MsoNormal">We exchanged
family trees, and while we had similar family names, neither of our trees went
back far enough to figure out our common ancestor. However, on exchanging our
information, he realized in the process of his research, he had found a
genealogy that didn’t belong to his family line, but that a handful of the
earliest ancestors on that tree were also <i><b>My Ancestors</b>.<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal">That is when the pieces started to fall into place, and I realized
what a wonderful gift I had received – from my distant cousin, my forum friend,
and the son of a DNA match. I received the gift of my family - German ancestors that
I might never had known except for the generosity of others. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In my next post, I will take a closer look at the information on
Jeremias, delve into the history of the time, and draw conclusions about my
rabbit hunting ancestor. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Until Next Time . . . <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>© 27 October 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Map Attributions</u></b>: <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Weimar Map Attribution: By kgberger - own drawing/Source of
Information: Putzger – Historischer Weltatlas, 89. Auflage, 1965, CC BY 2.5, <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3414361">https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3414361</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Von Hellerick - Eigenes Werk, based on a map from [1], CC
BY-SA 4.0, <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=65077963">https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=65077963</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hardow, Rudolf, Karte de Kreises Stolp mit Bildern aus der
Erdgeschichte, Urgeschichte, Kulturgeschichte, Volkskunde, Naturkunde, der
Industrie, des Erwerbs u. des Sports. 1932,
https://bibliotekacyfrowa.eu/dlibra/publication/3530/edition/3717#description,
Public Domain, accessed 16 Sept 2023.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Sources: </u></b><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Pommerscher Verein Freistadt, Stadtkreis Stolp / Kreis
Stolp, <a href="https://www.pommerscher.org/cpage.php?pt=71">https://www.pommerscher.org/cpage.php?pt=71</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Accessed on 2 Sept. 2023.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Germany Church Records, <a href="https://www.familysearch.org/en/wiki/Germany_Church_Records#Overview">https://www.familysearch.org/en/wiki/Germany_Church_Records#Overview</a>.
Accessed 5 Oct 2023.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stolper Heimatkreise e.V,<i> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kirchspiele – Budow, </i><a href="https://www.stolp.de/kirchspiele/articles/kirchspiel_budow.html">https://www.stolp.de/kirchspiele/articles/kirchspiel_budow.html</a>,
Accessed on 2 Sept. 2023. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Genealogy created in 1933 for descendant of Bertha Tuschy
née Schroeder received by Terry Snyder, 2010.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Archiv ostdeutscher Familienforscher, “Schroeder,” 1998 5/6,
P 175.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>© 27 October 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</i></span></span><o:p></o:p></p><div><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-43466992861659175142023-09-06T01:02:00.000-04:002023-09-06T01:02:00.942-04:00Happy 16th Blog Anniversary to Me 🎉<p> </p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I’m not sure what exactly made me look, but I realized that
I had just missed my 16<sup>th</sup> Blog Anniversary. Some of you may know, I
started out blogging with a local newspaper, and because I wanted some control
over my posts, I asked and was told there was no problem with setting up a
duplicate blog on Blogger.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My original blog was called <b><i>Desktop Genealogist</i></b>,
so naturally the duplicate blog was named, <b><i>Desktop Genealogist Unplugged</i></b>.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I took a big, long break from my blog writing. There were a lot of reasons for the
break. I had pretty much lost my focus. I got caught up in the likes and clicks. <span style="font-family: inherit;">I
had health issues</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;">.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">The group I was part of had decided to go on
Facebook, and I was then and am now, diametrically opposed to Facebook. I get why others use it. My children have bemoaned that I was missing
pictures of their babies, my foreign friends have hinted strongly that it would
make life easier, and family and friends have repeatedly told me how “out of
the loop” I am.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Meh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have always
done my own thing, and my thing has never been about doing what everyone else
is doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is one of the few personal quirks I
have come to value in myself. (Please don’t ask me about the personal traits I don’t
value. The list would be tediously long!)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So, Happy 16<sup>th</sup> Blog Anniversary to me. (Only a
little late.)<o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2r6Pds6781Zngx7KrqlxGLm94jMiL0jpDgnvNQI0-7wx5o_iudxRl7MJeDEazVEYu1ogVyi3mA2APO4bNYN-T7X1VxhShkt6lK47FfnrekaJX61AnsVDcK13sS7ky6hfkUgXq1YIc4Y_KYcGImnLhLNvbFdAY2teO0svTo2f9fGopcuX969HOz2b2cvs/s1102/Celebrate.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1102" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2r6Pds6781Zngx7KrqlxGLm94jMiL0jpDgnvNQI0-7wx5o_iudxRl7MJeDEazVEYu1ogVyi3mA2APO4bNYN-T7X1VxhShkt6lK47FfnrekaJX61AnsVDcK13sS7ky6hfkUgXq1YIc4Y_KYcGImnLhLNvbFdAY2teO0svTo2f9fGopcuX969HOz2b2cvs/w400-h268/Celebrate.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">If you are interested, here are the top all-time viewed blog posts. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">1. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2009/01/tri-racial-isolate-hidden-ancestry.html" target="_blank">Tri-Racial Isolate: A Hidden Ancestry</a>” posted 12 Jan
2009<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">2. <span style="font-family: inherit;">"<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-seneca-county-ohio-roots.html" target="_blank">My Seneca County Ohio Roots</a>" posted 1 March 2009</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">3. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2014/09/how-about-it-ancestrydna-wanna-be-my.html" target="_blank">How about it, AncestryDNA, wanna be my hero?</a>” posted 30 Sept 2014<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">4. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-for-catherine.html" target="_blank">Looking for Catherine</a>” posted
1 Feb 2009<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">5. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-certificates-sources-of-primary.html" target="_blank">Death Certificates - Sources of Primary & Secondary Information</a>" posted 31 Sept 2007<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">6. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2016/06/in-honor-of-first-us-woman-becoming.html" target="_blank">In Honor of the First US Woman Becoming a Presidential Nominee of a Major Party</a> ” posted 7 June 2016 <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">7. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-fill-dirt-1500-year-old-indian.html" target="_blank">What do Fill Dirt, a 1500 Year Old Indian Mound, and the Wal-Mart Corporation have in common? Nothing Good!</a>” posted 11 July 2009<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">8. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2009/02/webinar-database-and-forgotten-african.html" target="_blank">A Webinar, a database, and the forgotten African American Ancestor</a>” posted 16 Feb 2009<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">9. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-little-piggy.html" target="_blank">This Little Piggy</a>” posted 14 April 2008<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">10. “<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-boat-rocked.html" target="_blank">Because the Boat Rocked</a>” posted 24 May 2009</p><p class="MsoNormal">The most viewed blog post that I have posted in the last year? </p><p class="MsoNormal">"<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2022/12/wordless-wednesday-christmas-massacre_0618146489.html" target="_blank">Wordless Wednesday - Christmas Massacre</a>" posted 21 Dec 2022<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When I write, I write for myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If other people find the blog and like
something I have written, that’s great. But in the end, and I forgot this at one time,
I write what I feel I need to say. And that is enough for me. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">© 6 September 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-19350601837002459902023-06-10T03:36:00.000-04:002023-06-10T03:36:02.028-04:00Today is our 34th Wedding Anniversary! <p> </p><iframe src="https://onedrive.live.com/embed?resid=9FC6CAD1C990468B%21208326&authkey=!AJxaLHUvlCd-SX4&em=2&wdAr=1.7777777777777777&wdEaaCheck=1" width="476px" height="288px" frameborder="0">This is an embedded <a target="_blank" href="https://office.com">Microsoft Office</a> presentation, powered by <a target="_blank" href="https://office.com/webapps">Office</a>.</iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-61716513855547233022023-05-14T01:22:00.000-04:002023-05-14T01:22:04.230-04:00The Art of Painting Pictures <p>The little girl hurt. She thought she could hear her daddy's voice. She wanted to tell him about her pain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't talk and tell him that her throat hurt. She opened her eyes, and saw the sheets of her bed and thought it strange that a hospital would have red sheets.</p><div>Her mother in the waiting room didn't have the luxury of her daughter's confusion. When she saw the nurse running through the hall, she knew instantly what the red soaked nurse's uniform meant. Something had gone wrong. She knew, as only a mother could, that the red blood splashed over the front of the nurse's clothing was that of her child. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a simple procedure, a tonsillectomy. Children had them all the time. The little girl, 7 years old, had suffered repeated bouts of bronchitis, and the family physician had said the young girl's tonsils were bad and needed to be removed. It would be an adventure, the mother had told her daughter, and the 7-year-old listened to her mother's words and believed them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, when the physician finally came and found the woman, his own eyes laced with concern, he told her they were trying to stop the child's bleeding and doing everything they could. He shook his head, patted her hand and walked back to be with his patient. </div><div><br /></div><div>The mother stood there by herself. Her husband, lulled by the routine nature of the surgery, had gone to work that day. The mother dazed and in disbelief, waited until they came to take her to her daughter's bedside in recovery. </div><div><br /></div><div>The little girl looked small and fragile. The mother thought her heart would break. The little girl moved in and out of consciousness, only vaguely aware of her surroundings those first two days in recovery </div><div><br /></div><div>The mother left that first night exhausted, and came back early the next day. She stayed at her daughter's bedside, leaving only long enough to shower, change and occasionally sleep. The child, once reunited with her mother, felt the comfortable safety that she always felt in her mother's presence, never once understanding how close she had come to death. </div><div><br /></div><div>The child never saw, never felt the fear behind her mother's smile, she heard only her mother's comforting voice, talking of things they would do when the girl was better. The mother's words were strong, and the picture painted in the little girl's head so clear, that not for even the tiniest of moments did the little girl think it would be otherwise. </div><div><br /></div><div>Slowly the little girl recovered. The surgery, the hospital were just a bad memory for the girl, nothing more. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the daughter grew, again and again, as life presented each new difficulty, she would come to her mother, listening intently as her mother found ways to paint a picture of a positive outcome, no matter how serious the problem. </div><div><br /></div><div>When the girl grew into womanhood and the problems became larger, the mother's words continued to create positive pictures. Even when the young woman didn't believe, her mother's words were so powerful, so filled with detail that the young woman moved forward on faith alone at the sound of her mother's words. </div><div><br /></div><div>It happened when the young woman lost her own baby daughter. The mother drew the picture of another baby, this one healthy framed in the young woman's arms and it was so. </div><div><br /></div><div>It happened when the young woman, in the midst of a broken heart and marriage, listened as the mother painted the picture of another love, a perfect partner for the young woman, and this too became so. And so it went, the mother teaching the daughter how to paint the pictures in her mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>It would come as no surprise that the mother, who for years had been painting pictures in the mind, now put those pictures on canvas, sharing her talent with friends, family — charming even strangers with her work. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the daughter, who had not inherited her mother's artistic talents, found her own way to create pictures, creating them with words. </div><div><br /></div><div>Though many women have had an impact on my life, none more so than my own mother. It has been her strong words that have propelled me through the rough times (tonsillectomies and all) and helped me soar through the good. </div><div><br /></div><div>This tribute is written for you, Momma — for your wit, wisdom and warmth and most of all, for teaching me to paint pictures. I love you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Pacifico;"><span style="font-size: medium;">🎕 Happy Mother's Day, Momma. 🎕</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-family: Pacifico;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Pacifico;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">Note: This post first published 13 March 2008 and republished in honor of Mother's Day. 2023.</span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>© 13 March 2008, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</i></span></span><o:p></o:p></p><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-21994669486495272062023-05-10T03:00:00.003-04:002023-05-10T03:00:00.148-04:00Happy Birthday, Fly Killer <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC6z_ri-ZBjdiEPjpm7k60WgU0H268p6LF1Tx8FqjWzaZcoAR0xakKiChi0Cywxq-BaiEQXEV8YCNzmnKXKAjlYVIijbtm3EkFd787zZVwsYm1BWizl56hmKajTMS6HiWNqTECa_KNd5xS7n0owU9Fb9hC4rfKhXvtxVDpNoqcO7ytSY7MUR9isJyJOw/s934/Kaiden%20Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC6z_ri-ZBjdiEPjpm7k60WgU0H268p6LF1Tx8FqjWzaZcoAR0xakKiChi0Cywxq-BaiEQXEV8YCNzmnKXKAjlYVIijbtm3EkFd787zZVwsYm1BWizl56hmKajTMS6HiWNqTECa_KNd5xS7n0owU9Fb9hC4rfKhXvtxVDpNoqcO7ytSY7MUR9isJyJOw/s320/Kaiden%20Picture.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I’ve created a killer, a fly killer, that is. A few weeks ago, in the natural course of an energetic four-year running in and out, a quick thinking fly managed to breach our inner sanctum. Quick thinking yes, but maybe not so quick moving. After my own thwarted attempts at swatting the little pest, the grandson begged me to let him try. <p></p><div>So I handed over the white fly swatter. And what do ya know? Deadeye managed to do in a few well-aimed swats, what Grandma had not. He killed that darn fly. </div><div><br /></div><div> “I’m really quick, right Maw?” </div><div><br /></div><div> “Yes, you are.” </div><div><br /></div><div> “You couldn’t get him, could you Maw?”</div><div><br /></div><div> “Nope, I could not.” </div><div><br /></div><div> “We don’t like flies, do we Maw?”</div><div><br /></div><div> “No, we do not.” </div><div><br /></div><div> “Hey, are you goin’ to tell PaPa Al, that I’m quick?” </div><div><br /></div><div> “Yes, I am.” </div><div><br /></div><div> A few weeks later, when one of the deceased fly’s buddies made it in through the opened screen door, the grandson was not pleased when I managed to shoo the fly back outside. </div><div><br /></div><div> “But, I wanted to kill him,” grumped the peanut gallery. </div><div><br /></div><div> My explanation of a win-win philosophy was lost on a four-year old who thought I was just mucking up his chance at another fly victory. Later, as we played outside, the little guy got his chance when a hapless fly landed on one of our outside toys. Deadeye, took aim, and swatted the fly with his BARE hands, and put another notch in his fly killing belt. After a brief discussion about why it was good policy to wash one’s hands after such a heroic act, I said, </div><div><br /></div><div> “Hey, I’m going to have to start calling you Fly Killer. Yep, I’m going to call you, Fly Killer Snyder.” </div><div><br /></div><div> Silence, as the two of us walked the length of the stone driveway.</div><div><br /></div><div> Then, “Its okay, Maw. You can call me Fly Killer if you want.” </div><div><br /></div><div> A few more steps, a quick kick of the stones, and then my buddy looked straight up at me and said, </div><div><br /></div><div>“I kinda like that name.” </div><div><br /></div><div> Glad to oblige, kiddo. Glad to oblige.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Happy Birthday to FKA Fly Killer Snyder. I love you, sweet boy. I don't know where the time has gone.</b> </div><div><br /></div><div><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><br /></i></div><div><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">Originally published 6 Oct 2008.</i></div><div><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;"><br /></i></div><div><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">© 6 October 2008 and 10 May 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-50053440486620053482023-05-10T02:30:00.003-04:002023-05-10T02:30:00.149-04:00Happy Birthday, Mikey Boy! <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH6nU_UHBov6zZgPf0FkkiRRvIod4o2qqvcMx-2KTHl1_0oXmZINMz_45ctpJnRe7pkfdTxfQTYS8TKelaV5WyTWQkSVdozFQCyHgPIwmPiGwTEBQBwn9S8ATDDBwnoTvWElBu7NNYYOiDe-qs1Uo1mL6-kLTKnJiZxIGSgwyf5qchSUAOQ7dY6UGmA/s720/Mikey%20Birthday%20final.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH6nU_UHBov6zZgPf0FkkiRRvIod4o2qqvcMx-2KTHl1_0oXmZINMz_45ctpJnRe7pkfdTxfQTYS8TKelaV5WyTWQkSVdozFQCyHgPIwmPiGwTEBQBwn9S8ATDDBwnoTvWElBu7NNYYOiDe-qs1Uo1mL6-kLTKnJiZxIGSgwyf5qchSUAOQ7dY6UGmA/w400-h300/Mikey%20Birthday%20final.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Ah, Michael, you are the child who is so unlike me. Sometimes I have looked at you in awe, wondering how it is that I have produced such a child. By the age of two, it was obvious that you had outstripped me in mechanical genius, when you took it upon yourself to replace a dead battery in the toy train engine, that had finally, blessedly gone silent after weeks of constant use. You opened up the battery compartment of the toy, took out the old battery, went to the drawer where we kept batteries, pulled out the right size battery, put it in the correct way, closed up the battery compartment, and went toddling away with that pleased smile I’ve come to know so well and the train engine running, pressed noisily up to your ear. I watched the whole thing in shock. I, a woman who barely knew what a straight edge screwdriver was, had produced this child.</p><p>I remember one particularly trying day, when I had gotten out late from class. I had to pick your brother up at day care, you at preschool and your sister at elementary school. Nothing was going right. We were finally on our way, racing across town to get to the elementary school when we were stopped at a railroad crossing waiting for an approaching train. You had been begging me to turn the radio on, which I finally had done. Now, you were tugging at my sleeve asking me to turn the radio off. </p><p> “<em>But, Mikey</em>,” I said with all the exasperation I was feeling, “<em>you just asked me to turn it on!” </em></p><p><em></em>“<em>Mommy, just listen</em>.” </p><p> So, I turned off the radio, and did just that. Wrapped in the cocoon of our car, you and I sat listening in companionable silence to the clickety clack of the train. You with that silly precious grin pasted all over your face, and me suddenly engulfed by your pure sense of joy. </p><p>There are so many little slices of the world that I would have missed, my son, had you not been there to show me. Today is your birthday, Michael. I celebrate it not only for you, but for what having you has brought to my life. Happy Birthday, Mikey Boy!</p><p>Love, Momma</p><p><br /></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Originally published, 10 May 2009.</span></i></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">© 10 May 2009, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-48815833154961686782023-05-10T01:39:00.000-04:002023-05-10T01:39:30.057-04:00May and Busy Times<p> So ... May is a busy month in my family. You have Mother's Day. Followed by a lot of birthdays. There is my Sister's birthday. There is my Son's birthday. Two Grandchildren were born in May. Our cute curly haired red headed Great Grandson made his appearance three year's ago in May. (Wow, how is that even possible?) And finally, there is the guy who brought this startling revelation into my life: I am wildly attracted to tall red haired men, with sparkling blue eyes and a ready smile. (Even when there hair turns white.) That guy, well it's his birthday this month, too. </p><p>All of which is to say I'm busy and I won't be writing much this month. However, I thought in honor of today's birthday boys, I would resurrect an older post I had written for each, a loooong time ago. The next two posts are for them. </p><p>(Also, my allergies this year are way over the top, making me officially cranky, or as my husband would say, crankier. High level crankiness does not make for good writing.)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">© 10 May 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</span><o:p></o:p></i></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-81873380444607973622023-04-10T03:05:00.002-04:002023-04-10T03:10:12.501-04:00Happy Siblings Day - (In 13 Slides)<p> </p>
<iframe src="https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/e/2PACX-1vToqTiFRmvJAat-eCQk3zvvjUI2SYKsp0aYX9pmMayl7BNEEIuhwvD-mmjVD3kskzG0GKII3CtIrO-0/embed?start=true&loop=false&delayms=15000" frameborder="0" width="480" height="299" allowfullscreen="true" mozallowfullscreen="true" webkitallowfullscreen="true"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-28321352005930419482023-04-05T03:18:00.001-04:002023-04-05T03:25:33.197-04:00Wordless Wednesday: A Daughter, Some Flowers, Lots of Real Smiles<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfNRkIDKNzGKVfp_TnBcczhP1qnfoXWcLk0t_XzfDaFUBfHV6aDyMGbYMwl0hAOJF_YSR_92ob0XZkoFdRbIjWhToAVE_Jxz85xVALhlMI0FQzHbQAqBqbqDOQtLQLtv1y-lXEdRyS_n2cQ8NQdEC8s_QEWAMCD_ChEZQGTY6dhrHi9Kdx-d3hmLBQQ/s1280/Flowers%20for%20me.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="1280" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfNRkIDKNzGKVfp_TnBcczhP1qnfoXWcLk0t_XzfDaFUBfHV6aDyMGbYMwl0hAOJF_YSR_92ob0XZkoFdRbIjWhToAVE_Jxz85xVALhlMI0FQzHbQAqBqbqDOQtLQLtv1y-lXEdRyS_n2cQ8NQdEC8s_QEWAMCD_ChEZQGTY6dhrHi9Kdx-d3hmLBQQ/w400-h261/Flowers%20for%20me.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>
© 4 April 2023, Teresa L. Snyder, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-76113852577416358512023-02-15T02:18:00.000-05:002023-02-15T02:18:19.870-05:00Wordless Wednesday - A little dirt, a summer breeze, a chair for balance - what more could a little boy want?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIE-ZbfdI_R3Eo45ZAlY6ONIErwJtkrb38HpezmSvwkJEu4kfp9X7b848I7CvamVPmFO4uWZ2m5W8s2E7KCqHeu3YRClmu__ZX38hjA72PMwxUUpKk3a2rVvC7KkmSKWkNQelYepwGjMNoviBf5KdtV8TTUTqMliJx9U-LAYPeogYbwqvk9chchdkJA/s1676/Walter%20Sloan%201932-Colorized-Enhanced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="1676" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyIE-ZbfdI_R3Eo45ZAlY6ONIErwJtkrb38HpezmSvwkJEu4kfp9X7b848I7CvamVPmFO4uWZ2m5W8s2E7KCqHeu3YRClmu__ZX38hjA72PMwxUUpKk3a2rVvC7KkmSKWkNQelYepwGjMNoviBf5KdtV8TTUTqMliJx9U-LAYPeogYbwqvk9chchdkJA/w400-h223/Walter%20Sloan%201932-Colorized-Enhanced.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-71911749136252283602023-02-04T18:37:00.008-05:002023-04-09T14:54:56.150-04:00DNA Ethnicity Estimates, or Why do they keep saying I’m Scandinavian?<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">I am not usually an early adopter. In fact, my middle name could very well be Cautious,
with a capital “C.” I will research an
expenditure, an acquisition, or an impending experience until I have become a
walking encyclopedia on my latest interest. For most people this would suck the
joy out of the venture, but for me it is a source of added pleasure. Insane, right?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Occasionally, however, the “Frenzy Fairy” will hit me with
her pixie dust, and I will plunge into something without so much as a backward
glance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is my only explanation of
why, in 2012, when I received the email from Ancestry about being a beta tester
for their new DNA product, I signed up immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well,
that and the fact it was only going to cost me $9.99 for shipping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Don’t worry, Ancestry has more than made
bank from me with that little investment.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">So, I spat into the tube and waited. At the time, I had been
working on my family history for about a decade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I was digitally rummaging to see if I
had the original screenshot of their ethnicity predictions, I found my own
prediction of what I thought the results would be. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">My predictions were: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">73% Central European (All that German ancestry, plus some
Swiss, Dutch and a wee bit of French) <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">25% British Isles<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>(English and Irish) <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">1% Native American <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">1%<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>African American<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, the final two were a stretch, but one could always
hope. </span><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNVi7qQyOe8u2hTEGNFCvl9Y5gXCkqq7KiP-iEl1CygE4hepjHgTlnabT3QfOpDtc4sS6n-9mqjx3I51A0pWUSfQUecR3a59-M-CXEZ51-ErcR4dT0OyuatTX6b2ayS2zEF5ujndy-xqaRlECDx7UHs_svAimXULvZFmc-7Pqrr4voByxKfcyj2XGAA/s949/Ancestry%20Beta%20Autosomal%20Results%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="949" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNVi7qQyOe8u2hTEGNFCvl9Y5gXCkqq7KiP-iEl1CygE4hepjHgTlnabT3QfOpDtc4sS6n-9mqjx3I51A0pWUSfQUecR3a59-M-CXEZ51-ErcR4dT0OyuatTX6b2ayS2zEF5ujndy-xqaRlECDx7UHs_svAimXULvZFmc-7Pqrr4voByxKfcyj2XGAA/w400-h146/Ancestry%20Beta%20Autosomal%20Results%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Wait!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where were they
getting the Scandinavian ethnicity, or the Southern European?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">I asked my mom to do the test, so I could see where these
regions were coming from. </span><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Qb_yQLfop8PhW1fTWFr37Q5Co9xr5wYuiUNfcbbtWavneoqb2mwXDV6V1Ir-XfkS-N5L-fJcYn7eGQJNBnOwcOsbIFsm37RC_ZoYxb2jJYffRSDKpTdxgEdxA843ExHv2PXUCqjw1ZnSFNAifKnFuiwW43_a-4LykM9Trg97fr4E_anaLCMHzPGY7w/s962/Mom's%20Ancestry%20Results.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="962" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Qb_yQLfop8PhW1fTWFr37Q5Co9xr5wYuiUNfcbbtWavneoqb2mwXDV6V1Ir-XfkS-N5L-fJcYn7eGQJNBnOwcOsbIFsm37RC_ZoYxb2jJYffRSDKpTdxgEdxA843ExHv2PXUCqjw1ZnSFNAifKnFuiwW43_a-4LykM9Trg97fr4E_anaLCMHzPGY7w/w400-h131/Mom's%20Ancestry%20Results.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Um, mom pretty much had the Ancestry I thought I should
have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shouldn’t she and I at least be
half a match with our ethnicities? I looked quickly to see what relationship
they had assigned to us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Okay, I could
relax, we were parent and child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At the end of 2013, a new estimate for ethnicity came out
from Ancestry. </span><o:p></o:p></p><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnEMl0h7Lg9bbv7nn4gxvmaPOvJgdsvW4k1fN0cTJmUuxRomNz9yqpu47CWhHlHCJJx9sUkRasvqGl9ApoVF_0Tbr52AUbvOPPZUl-7rcJmkDVPVN0IBaz868ithCK-Wbu_UDb_tnhVD6CydCnjDxfubGy9FAgIOmyFFEqRH0FEZeV6Xv69BL-3xEUw/s1365/Teresa%20Snyder%20Ethnicity%20Oct%202013%20copy%20for%20blog.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="1365" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnEMl0h7Lg9bbv7nn4gxvmaPOvJgdsvW4k1fN0cTJmUuxRomNz9yqpu47CWhHlHCJJx9sUkRasvqGl9ApoVF_0Tbr52AUbvOPPZUl-7rcJmkDVPVN0IBaz868ithCK-Wbu_UDb_tnhVD6CydCnjDxfubGy9FAgIOmyFFEqRH0FEZeV6Xv69BL-3xEUw/w400-h160/Teresa%20Snyder%20Ethnicity%20Oct%202013%20copy%20for%20blog.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">33% Eastern Europe?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mom only had 3% Eastern Europe with this update, so that meant it came
from Dad’s side of the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dad’s
mother was 100% German, and there was no Slavic ancestry to be found in the
rest of his family tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I took a
second look at his German ancestors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To my surprise, I found that before Germans
settled in the area near the Baltic Sea, two Western Slavic tribes had lived in
the region.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two groups had
intermingled and more importantly, intermarried. Up until 1795, the very
church where my ancestors had worshipped had a service given in a Slavic
language. Ancestry had pointed out a part of my ethnic history that I hadn’t
even known existed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still couldn’t
account for the Scandinavian heritage. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course, Ancestry has had many updates since.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On one update, I was happy to see Welsh
listed among my ethnic roots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next
one, the Welsh was gone from my results, and my brother suddenly found a bit of
Welsh in his. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Below are my latest ethnicity estimates from three different
vendors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><b>ANCESTRY </b></span><o:p></o:p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgqi8dedPds1mrI8gTtxVuZYW_sXZU1wyBPwypnLjDL142uofbc1Jdr5DGT9_3lq9xgjcnc2aUrMrnOsSzeL_5LifikiOqq72cA691GuOUZvF37FSafjtgVZrw_-1emuSS_qxDekXnkew2d47vppmIBwibHJChWJvNtRle5zMu2emAKAw0L5blucgAQ/s414/Ancestry%20Stats.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="414" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgqi8dedPds1mrI8gTtxVuZYW_sXZU1wyBPwypnLjDL142uofbc1Jdr5DGT9_3lq9xgjcnc2aUrMrnOsSzeL_5LifikiOqq72cA691GuOUZvF37FSafjtgVZrw_-1emuSS_qxDekXnkew2d47vppmIBwibHJChWJvNtRle5zMu2emAKAw0L5blucgAQ/s320/Ancestry%20Stats.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FUQNF3VAsqd9RXq52qsSXqSoVAU361soNY4SSqC5rJAy3rgXPotiFeba5C56T8QVyxNkKh-fLBeMMQRzBfS4VKfqn0NM6qdnHIUYyDihzUYG7lBWIAeU6Sxvb1zMFyzGGcFA0pox5acsd6PIXJQ28ai9bK6_xn67p_XMrKZ1cl3E6yQSFBuX6QfKjw/s586/Ancestry%20Ethnicity%20Final.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="586" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FUQNF3VAsqd9RXq52qsSXqSoVAU361soNY4SSqC5rJAy3rgXPotiFeba5C56T8QVyxNkKh-fLBeMMQRzBfS4VKfqn0NM6qdnHIUYyDihzUYG7lBWIAeU6Sxvb1zMFyzGGcFA0pox5acsd6PIXJQ28ai9bK6_xn67p_XMrKZ1cl3E6yQSFBuX6QfKjw/s320/Ancestry%20Ethnicity%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>FAMILY TREE</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFb4Ew3EpR_GYQ9p0ida_WJycsnbvqOpYz3VOGdAZrf2UK-m1WtAdN39ga7cAJlWpkFhRwIj6c-b6SfJEgnJujEGk_8E7ji2NGz2wb0UavPN2vCHzfcn0-TAuYcVdmtNSW5BGWNLw4yWydYzjXxARdbgpnRpC6SuISyXiA6MkM0BD6IF5Wbghhqb4JpA/s415/Family%20Tree%20DNA%20Stats.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="209" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFb4Ew3EpR_GYQ9p0ida_WJycsnbvqOpYz3VOGdAZrf2UK-m1WtAdN39ga7cAJlWpkFhRwIj6c-b6SfJEgnJujEGk_8E7ji2NGz2wb0UavPN2vCHzfcn0-TAuYcVdmtNSW5BGWNLw4yWydYzjXxARdbgpnRpC6SuISyXiA6MkM0BD6IF5Wbghhqb4JpA/s320/Family%20Tree%20DNA%20Stats.JPG" width="161" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kx3MLlyy-lfy3kicITZTpOnK4r9h7Fn8O9lKhbQyehMdsPpUDtqL6LkEnj3yy7o1VXdvk3Ml_8U9lodygsfuRjh4MHYN1V62DmtUfPhaZ0QsBUqXjnhhPZFywKJTjwH61I2h00tDHbxjfsP0FkYUzfs8F7KsdfMgXuRrI-iogfpStFOTq4n2WimYxg/s583/Family%20Tree%20Pie%20Final.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="583" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kx3MLlyy-lfy3kicITZTpOnK4r9h7Fn8O9lKhbQyehMdsPpUDtqL6LkEnj3yy7o1VXdvk3Ml_8U9lodygsfuRjh4MHYN1V62DmtUfPhaZ0QsBUqXjnhhPZFywKJTjwH61I2h00tDHbxjfsP0FkYUzfs8F7KsdfMgXuRrI-iogfpStFOTq4n2WimYxg/s320/Family%20Tree%20Pie%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>My Heritage </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtZEziGZXf6k0Igr7uUkg4p2yLxHCLot-1iim_5mT0CN5IzGo_k9hafUeHJ3TTwwunq0tP6E5Tm5EbiZ7X8xvxjQ1rLWVHZBm1LcWnP4rn9NAAMqrgJuEGJbBN6pvn-Yb8D_ld8YJpH0AUtDiJClC_mFNDTb_r74ZcKa6CZIJINUpwmvkyR9pZcPu_A/s332/My%20Heritage%20Stats.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="332" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtZEziGZXf6k0Igr7uUkg4p2yLxHCLot-1iim_5mT0CN5IzGo_k9hafUeHJ3TTwwunq0tP6E5Tm5EbiZ7X8xvxjQ1rLWVHZBm1LcWnP4rn9NAAMqrgJuEGJbBN6pvn-Yb8D_ld8YJpH0AUtDiJClC_mFNDTb_r74ZcKa6CZIJINUpwmvkyR9pZcPu_A/s320/My%20Heritage%20Stats.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkMoBL53hfdjGPuvAhHH2GM2_jljswnX_XFv3zZhnK_hD22g2mNjcPwQklKInJEqgoZH8nGCeiLgE3gRedbIFqAEg2vxGWlhxHy41FiLhpX-hsDlm_2R5iEf-QyrrXTgC1hAOMehp2YFqZ6QiunNYIm_1ddb0x8tHV-4XYJyGZxujH2o-HMkXG8r39A/s648/My%20Heritage%20Ethnicity%20Final.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="648" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkMoBL53hfdjGPuvAhHH2GM2_jljswnX_XFv3zZhnK_hD22g2mNjcPwQklKInJEqgoZH8nGCeiLgE3gRedbIFqAEg2vxGWlhxHy41FiLhpX-hsDlm_2R5iEf-QyrrXTgC1hAOMehp2YFqZ6QiunNYIm_1ddb0x8tHV-4XYJyGZxujH2o-HMkXG8r39A/s320/My%20Heritage%20Ethnicity%20Final.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">They don’t agree on much except that I still have that darn
Scandinavian in my estimates. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Each vendor uses their own reference populations. They each
have their own procedures that ultimately become their estimate of your personal ethnicity. Family
Tree and Ancestry have white papers explaining exactly what is involved in
making estimates. Remember, if a portion
of your DNA does not fit perfectly into one of their identified regions, that
bit of DNA will be put into an ethnicity that it most closely matches.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My point is that you do not necessarily need to panic if
your results do not match your expectations, or even your own family members. There
could be valid reasons. As Ancestry says, “It’s not an exact science.” However, if your DNA matches are not what you
expect, then there could be an issue. Ancestry has prepared a page to go over
those issues along with links that may help. That page is <a href="https://support.ancestry.com/s/article/Unexpected-DNA-Matches" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">here</span></b>. </a></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As for my Scandinavian mystery, there were Viking
settlements in England, Ireland, along the Baltic coast, some parts of Central
Europe, into Russia, and as far south as present-day Kyiv.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My ancestors lived in many of those regions. Maybe
the answer to the mystery is this: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
have Viking DNA that is still circulating in my genes a thousand years after
the fact. To that I say, “SKÅL!”</span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal">Sources: <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">1.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ancestry
Ethnicity Results, www.Ancestry.com, Accessed 18 June 2012. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">2.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ancestry
Ethnicity Results, www.Ancestry.com, Accessed 29 March 2013.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">3.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ancestry
Ethnicity Results, www.Ancestry.com, Accessed 3 Oct 2013. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">4.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><u>Kashubia,
Home of the Baltic Slavs</u> – written originally in Polish by Jaroslaw Ellwart,
translated to German by Peter Oliver Loew, and abridged and supplemented English
translation by John M. Hingst and Liesel Herchenroether Hingst, 2000. PDF
version Accessed 20 July 2020.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">5.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Ancestry
Ethnicity Results, www.Ancestry.com, Accessed 27 Dec 2022.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">6.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Family
Tree Ethnicity Results, www.Familytreedna.com, Accessed 28 Dec 2022.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">7.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My
Heritage Ethnicity Results, www.Myheritage.com, Accessed 28 Dec 2022.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">8.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><u>AncestryDNA®
White Papers,</u> https://support.ancestry.com/s/article/AncestryDNA-White-Papers,
Accessed 28 Dec 2022.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">9.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><u>myOrigins
3.0 White Paper</u>, https://blog.familytreedna.com/myorigins-3-0-white-paper/,
Accessed 28 Dec. 2022.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">10.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <u> </u></span><u>Discover
more about DNA matches</u>, https://www.ancestry.com/c/dna/unexpected-dna-matches,
Accessed 4 Feb 2023.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">11.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Britannica,
The Editors of Encyclopaedia. "Viking". Encyclopedia Britannica, 1
Dec. 2022, https://www.britannica.com/topic/Viking-people, Accessed 27 Dec 2022.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">© 4 February 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L.
Snyder<o:p></o:p></p><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-33023053087181239682023-01-16T03:38:00.001-05:002023-04-05T03:22:47.574-04:00Deep Within My Genes: In My Grandmother's Kitchen <p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Today is my paternal grandmother’s birthday. Depending on whether you believe her marriage
certificate or her baptismal record, she would have been 114 or 112. Both of my grandparents lied about their
birthdates on their marriage license. In
a previous blog post, <i><a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2008/07/question-of-age.html"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A Question of Age</span></b></a></i>,
I covered this very subject. Spoiler
alert, Grandpa had a good reason for his lie. Of Grandma’s lie, shoulder shrug,
I have only unsatisfying speculation. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>My children were 9, 12 and 15 when my grandmother died.</span><span> </span><span>I don’t think many children are lucky enough
to have a relationship with a great grandmother, but my children had that
privilege.</span><span> </span><span>We still talk and chuckle
about “grandma stories.”</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My grandmother was a good cook and an even better
baker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she died, my mother found
herself the recipient of a basket with Grandma’s recipes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When my daughter married, I made a loose-leaf
notebook for her entitled, “In My Grandmother’s Kitchen” and put together some of our
favorite “Grandma Recipes.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since I have
already written a birthday post about my Grandmother previously (<a href="https://desktopgenealogistunplugged.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-grandmother-anna.html"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My Grandmother, Anna</span></b></a>),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought this time I would post recipes from
the book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawgXkxKElCRxcc0o3ljYkr_oIUKtlyPElapBaRD7r5tpQaa7U6NZfGn6ydfA8_CMMXfmOJXKT1_kNNw_eMy8nNd35eqliS-EVTn1YL-1bsrxJpkqVSa154sidr6H8MAQtuc7Ol76Kvh2AN3Iz-m18M7AhIFfZIx1A4T8Yl5jL4gk0GeliUod4yk6rBQ/s574/In%20My%20Grandmother's%20Kitchen%20Title.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="432" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawgXkxKElCRxcc0o3ljYkr_oIUKtlyPElapBaRD7r5tpQaa7U6NZfGn6ydfA8_CMMXfmOJXKT1_kNNw_eMy8nNd35eqliS-EVTn1YL-1bsrxJpkqVSa154sidr6H8MAQtuc7Ol76Kvh2AN3Iz-m18M7AhIFfZIx1A4T8Yl5jL4gk0GeliUod4yk6rBQ/w301-h400/In%20My%20Grandmother's%20Kitchen%20Title.JPG" width="301" /></a></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">These cookies were my personal favorite. (No, I really mean
FAVORITE!)</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yDM90uEpehM3k4X7ffLGw2GSxS9Xt7UogGvmV0_o-6HW-_qB59eWtoItMHCAo6vdacmmuo2TJKZ-QVGu4jHV-APsKV_KuzcSzdJmfFMzYbLa7r3nvXB6FpjV_nkUzcpsu9250RCG4ttany_coWjEhVEUKJlC2U-ZW5MEG1b-DIbjbUG0Q0wB3W4t2g/s585/Chocolate%20Marshmallow%20Cookies.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="445" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yDM90uEpehM3k4X7ffLGw2GSxS9Xt7UogGvmV0_o-6HW-_qB59eWtoItMHCAo6vdacmmuo2TJKZ-QVGu4jHV-APsKV_KuzcSzdJmfFMzYbLa7r3nvXB6FpjV_nkUzcpsu9250RCG4ttany_coWjEhVEUKJlC2U-ZW5MEG1b-DIbjbUG0Q0wB3W4t2g/w304-h400/Chocolate%20Marshmallow%20Cookies.JPG" width="304" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0k4ArvowbyYXsP6Dn8-F3HV_Qym8Y5r260ArWoyt_U71BBxdj0ikSSz_MiHP1X55gNbcslT4rlS6UMdyWCN3bhzumYBzrpxZCgVt9qDwPmGjJyN57yvCgCYZLb1JPOTSBgMeO0qRr0igZS42Hm8YEcG_tdcvenJZKmwgIBsJnNdcGcd5l40vvV1i1iQ/s586/Cocoa%20Frosting.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0k4ArvowbyYXsP6Dn8-F3HV_Qym8Y5r260ArWoyt_U71BBxdj0ikSSz_MiHP1X55gNbcslT4rlS6UMdyWCN3bhzumYBzrpxZCgVt9qDwPmGjJyN57yvCgCYZLb1JPOTSBgMeO0qRr0igZS42Hm8YEcG_tdcvenJZKmwgIBsJnNdcGcd5l40vvV1i1iQ/w300-h400/Cocoa%20Frosting.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My daughter was partial to the Zucchini Bread.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ogdXv2-7i8njq097tfSKFCzWZfYcI0HRSgWWdAvG1YKk2DWXcaVQGJEdrWJfkCmxh1uAgZWGC9PPBUsdlKm_L2Nsib3UkjoLph92ANro1OC0XOMdxlmRRD1XSrkUQaKncwJYMGyEMk-_I5C_auY7fNOPMeLbWKgma6ybRWjYrrN04M46G6ao-nOgEA/s582/Pineapple%20Zucchini%20Bread.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="438" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ogdXv2-7i8njq097tfSKFCzWZfYcI0HRSgWWdAvG1YKk2DWXcaVQGJEdrWJfkCmxh1uAgZWGC9PPBUsdlKm_L2Nsib3UkjoLph92ANro1OC0XOMdxlmRRD1XSrkUQaKncwJYMGyEMk-_I5C_auY7fNOPMeLbWKgma6ybRWjYrrN04M46G6ao-nOgEA/w301-h400/Pineapple%20Zucchini%20Bread.JPG" width="301" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The boys were partial to anything that contained sugar. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAohmYlIXw71BmjJfg6B_g7ZHppeSk-heEMVTOouu3yz0W26d6IEjDdchha6_7paVlv4F6C2tgL0WtiHXighkuWqz5mnd8Iq3TSEAKCjtDsKA5mXlvUa7cIkqy4rDMcwkFunT42r8K4O8JxXlxRLhgEn3nify5JK1WBlt2Ov64Bgl7DDhTDQPty01UQ/s574/Sugar%20Cookies.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="435" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAohmYlIXw71BmjJfg6B_g7ZHppeSk-heEMVTOouu3yz0W26d6IEjDdchha6_7paVlv4F6C2tgL0WtiHXighkuWqz5mnd8Iq3TSEAKCjtDsKA5mXlvUa7cIkqy4rDMcwkFunT42r8K4O8JxXlxRLhgEn3nify5JK1WBlt2Ov64Bgl7DDhTDQPty01UQ/w304-h400/Sugar%20Cookies.JPG" width="304" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwoJPshE2uyUjRIs0YJ87tyVHlYCDkW-dyqnxJhwBm2zBcmqvOGEBC3lu_kxpjuQGwBFKTwnDkE5rCvDjowMYQvMMXmSxeCnn5ghbJYArJxI0QkHQESE5AHLec_xTzeNuBb_fF_dxNrYVyMDUwQK54NRO8HmZoEtvcsAShffYnNdbcAyoh43THPXRK3g/s590/Applesauce%20Cookies.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="443" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwoJPshE2uyUjRIs0YJ87tyVHlYCDkW-dyqnxJhwBm2zBcmqvOGEBC3lu_kxpjuQGwBFKTwnDkE5rCvDjowMYQvMMXmSxeCnn5ghbJYArJxI0QkHQESE5AHLec_xTzeNuBb_fF_dxNrYVyMDUwQK54NRO8HmZoEtvcsAShffYnNdbcAyoh43THPXRK3g/w300-h400/Applesauce%20Cookies.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The last two cookies in my grandmother’s handwriting. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOp9bWXmP6Mnq7E6xwUfh92uT0g_nr1GBEwhHtjn7pb-LMEL5zxt5aO4kBGQHn_BnAVu2L6pAyUumZ13a6a8WP9NGbquEZrAVa97fkEh5OfB96_SUr_XeAPW-bLkaVeJOz30IpMZLFFVGY6EaNC2iM6tT1oq77u8o90n0N0M4ErKyWy1XgHkbS3a7og/s1325/Grandma%20Sugar%20and%20Applesauce%20Cookies.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1325" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOp9bWXmP6Mnq7E6xwUfh92uT0g_nr1GBEwhHtjn7pb-LMEL5zxt5aO4kBGQHn_BnAVu2L6pAyUumZ13a6a8WP9NGbquEZrAVa97fkEh5OfB96_SUr_XeAPW-bLkaVeJOz30IpMZLFFVGY6EaNC2iM6tT1oq77u8o90n0N0M4ErKyWy1XgHkbS3a7og/w271-h400/Grandma%20Sugar%20and%20Applesauce%20Cookies.JPG" width="271" /></a></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">This is my <u>Great Grandmother’s</u> Pie Crust Recipe. </span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoK4uEa8TkyJ_LzgS6Vy6WLi0a3SqeP3Nx8eyyD0S4w2gfVA4Ann90NNVlEkjfUizchsapyZ-_7eO5PXcb9Rn92OZVU8gecydhAXNtmeJuV-MVo4oSWVYJX3tpDVKGtLJ_WllYPrEFAzYmAqNgnwm1bSX_eTqPst2vBzgb1F0aHO7alanLKY7kbze1g/s588/Grandma%20Schrader's%20Pie%20Crust.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="444" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoK4uEa8TkyJ_LzgS6Vy6WLi0a3SqeP3Nx8eyyD0S4w2gfVA4Ann90NNVlEkjfUizchsapyZ-_7eO5PXcb9Rn92OZVU8gecydhAXNtmeJuV-MVo4oSWVYJX3tpDVKGtLJ_WllYPrEFAzYmAqNgnwm1bSX_eTqPst2vBzgb1F0aHO7alanLKY7kbze1g/w303-h400/Grandma%20Schrader's%20Pie%20Crust.JPG" width="303" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nobody (at least in my family) practices the art of canning
anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have not had these Mustard Pickles
in close to 40 years, and my mouth is watering at the mere thought of them</span>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutYj4pbvfqakFOLp_RGHxnlXeT-drg2_3D09_-VbllauN_oM29ki1xUYbimMxP1yxD02osdXpoBlEM6jNLdXOSKM6sKwu_JbQVL8uQpT7Ip0LlX1RRISw5Xm3E0-a7a9C1SGlP9mSnD6qqCT-BE2KvNfJiQnn4Vm8upZ9RUpkbqBsFcy1CeBpi1FFeQ/s568/Mustard%20Pickles.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="428" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutYj4pbvfqakFOLp_RGHxnlXeT-drg2_3D09_-VbllauN_oM29ki1xUYbimMxP1yxD02osdXpoBlEM6jNLdXOSKM6sKwu_JbQVL8uQpT7Ip0LlX1RRISw5Xm3E0-a7a9C1SGlP9mSnD6qqCT-BE2KvNfJiQnn4Vm8upZ9RUpkbqBsFcy1CeBpi1FFeQ/w301-h400/Mustard%20Pickles.JPG" width="301" /></a></div><br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span><p></p><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My grandmother was not the soft, cuddly kind of grandmother. I don’t remember her ever hugging me or
telling me that she loved me. Yet, I
always felt her love. It came through in
the tiniest of moments, the reams of advice (often unsolicited), the little
things she did to lighten a single mother’s load, the sweet taste of a favorite
cookie dropped off just when it was needed – that was my grandmother. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Happy Birthday, Grandma.
Your eldest granddaughter still misses you. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><i>© 16 January 2023, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-43494530613051362442022-12-21T00:30:00.001-05:002022-12-21T00:30:00.280-05:00Wordless Wednesday - Christmas Massacre <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoeqBJaUTlrNIN8EOrp88P013cwex3r4vgJgUoihTuJffpCsjtdae3qR9IsRLv9W2yxaWrAQpPVqdE7x8SThqnKcu8rhwbB5HdluNscs0ssvotJyX-K8J1AsAedHmZ2xpTXhm4qicX4W08Hi0Ah88YuhgIFvpp9vlt2AvYkJRM5QjfJpt1dJZflFXNQ/s2224/7551AD09-DED3-49E2-ADF5-FFD25D67A524.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1602" data-original-width="2224" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoeqBJaUTlrNIN8EOrp88P013cwex3r4vgJgUoihTuJffpCsjtdae3qR9IsRLv9W2yxaWrAQpPVqdE7x8SThqnKcu8rhwbB5HdluNscs0ssvotJyX-K8J1AsAedHmZ2xpTXhm4qicX4W08Hi0Ah88YuhgIFvpp9vlt2AvYkJRM5QjfJpt1dJZflFXNQ/w400-h289/7551AD09-DED3-49E2-ADF5-FFD25D67A524.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-14613801134242742622022-12-01T01:00:00.002-05:002022-12-31T00:52:27.372-05:00Of Mothers and Daughters and Dinner Parties — Part II Redux<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes, when you throw a question out into the universe,
you get a response.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In January of 2008,
I asked a series of questions for the Carnival of Genealogy. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though my paternal grandmother, Anna, was born
in the United States, all her ancestors were born in the Stolp district of
Pomerania. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the time, because I didn’t
(and still don’t) speak German, finding the information seemed head bangingly
impossible. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, it’s fifteen years later, and guess what?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of my questions now have answers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am reposting that January 2008 entry along
with my found answers. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Of Mothers and Daughters and Dinner Parties — Part II</span><o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>The 41st edition of the Carnival of Genealogy asks the
question: If you could have dinner with four of your ancestors who would they
be and why?</i><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When my great-grandmother, Emma Gleffe Schröder, first set
sail for the United States in 1906, she knew that she would probably never see
her father, brother and sister again. It's not known if Emma's mother, Pauline
Gleffe, was alive at the time of Emma's departure, but in the German letters
that were saved, Pauline is not mentioned.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Emma arrived at Ellis Island with her husband, Leo, and
their two sons, Wilhelm (Willy) and Max, on April 1, 1906. Speaking no English
and being sponsored by Leo's brother-in-law, Karl Kollat, Emma and Leo settled
on the outskirts of Clyde, Ohio. There they found other German-speaking
families, and just as important to Emma, a Lutheran Church that she could walk
to each week, to listen to the German service.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For my second dinner party, I would choose Emma and her
mother, Pauline, as the last two ancestors to share a meal with me. Though I
would love to see the land where Emma grew up and where Pauline lived her life,
I know exactly when and where this dinner party would take place.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">There are very few things my grandmother told me about her
mother, Emma. But the one thing she did say was that her mother was a good
cook. My dad has also told me the same thing of the grandmother that he called,
“his buddy.” So I am inviting myself to Sunday dinner at the Schröder house in
Clyde, and Emma and her mother are doing the cooking.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Once they get used to the idea of being together again, I
can imagine the two of them clucking and speaking in German, with my
great-grandmother translating for me. I would be madly scribbling down recipes
and notes and helping with whatever menial chores the two women would assign
me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I WOULD ASK PAULINE (with Emma translating)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>What date were you born?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">2 Oct 1849 at Klein Gansen,
Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Prussia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Full Name:
Pauline Albertine Mathilde Gleffe) <a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn1" name="_ednref1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>What are the names of your parents?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Friedrich Wilhelm Gleffe and
Johanne Helene Wilhelmine Bujack<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn2" name="_ednref2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ii]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn3" name="_ednref3" style="mso-endnote-id: edn3;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iii]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn4" name="_ednref4" style="mso-endnote-id: edn4;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iv]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>What date were they born?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Friedrich Wilhelm Gleffe was
born 20 June 1815 in Klein Gansen, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Prussia<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn5" name="_ednref5" style="mso-endnote-id: edn5;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[v]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Johanne Helene Wilhelmine
(she went by Wilhelmine) was born 22 Sept 1819, Klein Gansen, Kr. Stolp,
Pommern, Prussia<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn6" name="_ednref6" style="mso-endnote-id: edn6;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[vi]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>What is your husband's full name and date of birth?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Wilhelm Gottlieb Gliffe <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>DOB: 17 January 1852 Goschen, Kr. Stolp,
Pommern, Prussia<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn7" name="_ednref7" style="mso-endnote-id: edn7;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[vii]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>What are the names of his parents?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Friedrich Gliffe (sometimes
Gleffe) and Henriette Bastubbe<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn8" name="_ednref8" style="mso-endnote-id: edn8;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[viii]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When and where were you married?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Do you remember your grandparents?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>What were there names?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Gottfried Friedrich Gleffe
(he went by Friedrich) and Katharina Anna Zoschke<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn9" name="_ednref9" style="mso-endnote-id: edn9;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ix]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Christian Friedrich Bujack
and Dorothea Luise Jahnke<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn10" name="_ednref10" style="mso-endnote-id: edn10;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[x]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tell me a story about your grandparents.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tell me a story about Emma when she was a little girl.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I WOULD ASK EMMA<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Who were your paternal grandparents?<o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Friedrich Gliffe and
Henriette Bastubbe<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn11" name="_ednref11" style="mso-endnote-id: edn11;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xi]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What do you remember of them?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What do you miss about your homeland?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Who was Albert Tuschy and how are the Tuschys related to the
Schröder family?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Albert Tuschy was the
brother-in-law to Emma’s husband, Leo Schr</span></b><b><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span><span style="color: #0070c0;">der (Schrader in the U.S.) He was married to Leo’s sister
Bertha Eva Adeline.<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn12" name="_ednref12" style="mso-endnote-id: edn12;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xii]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0;">Albert acted as informant in
the death of his mother-in-law, Caroline Wilhelmine Quetschke Schr</span></b><b><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">öder
(10 April 1895, Gaffert, Kr. Stolp, Pommern, Germany)<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn13" name="_ednref13" style="mso-endnote-id: edn13;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xiii]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #0070c0; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Albert also acted as informant in the death of his
father-in-law, Wilhelm Heinrich Schröder (4 March 1917, Budow, Kr. Stolp, Pommern,
Germany.)<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_edn14" name="_ednref14" style="mso-endnote-id: edn14;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xiv]</span></b></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a></span><span style="color: #0070c0;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tell me about your in-laws, Wilhelm and Karoline Quetschke
Schröder.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What was the trip to America like?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What is a favorite memory you have of your mother?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What is a favorite memory you have of your father?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tell me a story about your daughter Anna as a child.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What is your recipe for your Christmas log roll?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I would give them some private time to talk, to cry and to
laugh. Then later, sometime in the afternoon, Emma's daughter Anna would stop
and drop off her 7-year-old son. For I have chosen to have my dinner party the
exact summer that my father stayed with his grandparents during the week.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Pauline and I would fade into the shadows, as
Emma, all smiles would go outside to greet her daughter and grandson. We would
stand there, the two of us, peeking out the screen door, listening to the
casual tones of conversation. Pauline would be watching intently the
granddaughter and great-grandson she had never seen, and I would be watching
just as intently a father and grandmother I have known so well. We would look up,
she and I, our eyes meeting, and both smile in a way that would need no
translation</span>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref1" name="_edn1" style="mso-endnote-id: edn1;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[i]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
Evangelische Kirche Budow Taufen (Evangelical Chuch of Budow, Baptisms), 1849
No. 121 <o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref2" name="_edn2" style="mso-endnote-id: edn2;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ii]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
Ibid<o:p></o:p></p>
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<div id="edn3" style="mso-element: endnote;">
<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref3" name="_edn3" style="mso-endnote-id: edn3;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iii]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Evangelische
Kirche Budow Taufen, for Augustine Philippine Franziska Maria, 1852 No. 20<o:p></o:p></p>
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<div id="edn4" style="mso-element: endnote;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref4" name="_edn4" style="mso-endnote-id: edn4;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[iv]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Ahnenpaß (Ancestral Passport) of
Margarete Gleffe, from the Research of J</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;">rg Glewwe, Nov. 2020 </span><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref5" name="_edn5" style="mso-endnote-id: edn5;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[v]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ibid <o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref6" name="_edn6" style="mso-endnote-id: edn6;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[vi]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ibid<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref7" name="_edn7" style="mso-endnote-id: edn7;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[vii]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Evangelische
Kirche Budow Taufen, 1852 No. 5<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref8" name="_edn8" style="mso-endnote-id: edn8;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[viii]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
Ibid<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref9" name="_edn9" style="mso-endnote-id: edn9;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[ix]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ahnenpaß of Margarete Gleffe, from the
Research of J<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ö</span>rg Glewwe, Nov. 2020<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref10" name="_edn10" style="mso-endnote-id: edn10;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[x]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ibid<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref11" name="_edn11" style="mso-endnote-id: edn11;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xi]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Evangelische Kirche Budow Taufen, 1852 No. 5 <o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref12" name="_edn12" style="mso-endnote-id: edn12;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xii]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Standesamt
Budow Heiraten (Marriage Record Civil Registry for Budow) , 1887 No. 3<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref13" name="_edn13" style="mso-endnote-id: edn13;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xiii]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
Standesamt Budow Tote (Death Record Civil Registry for Budow), 1895 No. 16<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoEndnoteText"><a href="https://d.docs.live.net/9fc6cad1c990468b/Desktop%20Genealogist%20Blog.docx#_ednref14" name="_edn14" style="mso-endnote-id: edn14;" title=""><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoEndnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">[xiv]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Standesamt
Budow Tote, 1917 No. 7<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoEndnoteText"><i>©30 Jan 2008 & revised 1 Dec 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i><o:p></o:p></p>
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</div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-71434941075213371232022-11-24T02:40:00.260-05:002022-11-30T17:34:27.733-05:00Over the River and Through the Woods - Some Hoy Thanksgivings<p>The picture below was taken 8 days before Thanksgiving 1916. It is the wedding picture of my maternal grandparents, Frank Eugene Hoy and Katheryne Cecile Lynch. The date was November 22, 1916. I asked my grandmother once where she and grandpa met. She had a twinkle in her eye when she told me it was at a Halloween Party, he was very handsome, and that was all she would say. </p><p>My grandparents would go on to have nine children (who would give them 29 grandchildren), but the two of them were such opposites that their divorce seems inevitable, Grandpa was a quiet gentle man, and Katie was, well, Katie. My grandmother was a natural storyteller, who never let anything as inconvenient as facts get in the way of a good story. As a child she seemed bigger than life, with her arms and hands constantly in motion making whatever point she intended. Honestly, she was a little terrifying to a quiet little girl who listened intently to her tales. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRh4jkSFdTBKgATN5PF0RwuamE2Aw6-otj_RClVbchA5hfO6yyT6y58mGSZ7IWZvD236k_2vFjN5-_VU9PUmeit-hnMl7AUyXWm9aiMpARRcdRNuN05-65bRrea1LYx099LeEL5riQOrtdCV2RNRxFdcm_DjWEMb8ag6fg8FbXIdLuSxv8l6ABOx4yA/s512/Frank%20Hoy%20and%20Kathryn%20Lynch%20on%20Wedding%20day.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="340" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRh4jkSFdTBKgATN5PF0RwuamE2Aw6-otj_RClVbchA5hfO6yyT6y58mGSZ7IWZvD236k_2vFjN5-_VU9PUmeit-hnMl7AUyXWm9aiMpARRcdRNuN05-65bRrea1LYx099LeEL5riQOrtdCV2RNRxFdcm_DjWEMb8ag6fg8FbXIdLuSxv8l6ABOx4yA/w266-h400/Frank%20Hoy%20and%20Kathryn%20Lynch%20on%20Wedding%20day.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next picture was taken on Thanksgiving in 1948 or 1949. My mother remembers they were all angry with their youngest brother, Delbert, because he refused to have his picture taken. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The two younger boys in the front row are my Uncle Donnie and the defiant Uncle Delbert (with his hand up before his face.) In the back, from left to right are my mother, my Aunt Evelyn, Uncle Johnny, Aunt Flossie, Uncle Dale, Grandpa, Uncle Bob and Aunt Florence. Aunt Florence inherited the storytelling gene, only her stories were always funny, and self deprecating. My mother tells me that I remind her of her sister, Florence which I have always considered a huge compliment. (Unless, of course, she is referring to the fact that Aunt Florence and I both snort when we laugh.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWtd_BQeY80ABcV5iWRPbDeuJzYFlfIn_m68o4F5md76jhk9T8rw_U4F5UhKZSivCZQcvROpr279fUbF0thmThBZZRVMJad-0abeQrBJdrFQ-pbrL_zTnyWHoZ5YjDLOb3tszsRT8qnD2FoV7L4FE6UU-zB1Ktuj0LBDT-3fbzyu1sCRtfGAndb3H9A/s980/Hoy%20Family%20%20at%20Thanksgiving%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="980" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWtd_BQeY80ABcV5iWRPbDeuJzYFlfIn_m68o4F5md76jhk9T8rw_U4F5UhKZSivCZQcvROpr279fUbF0thmThBZZRVMJad-0abeQrBJdrFQ-pbrL_zTnyWHoZ5YjDLOb3tszsRT8qnD2FoV7L4FE6UU-zB1Ktuj0LBDT-3fbzyu1sCRtfGAndb3H9A/w400-h268/Hoy%20Family%20%20at%20Thanksgiving%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The next three pictures are from Thanksgiving 1951. It's easy to date because in the picture of the "Outlaws" - that is actually what they called themselves - you can see a very pregnant Aunt Marion, who would give birth to my cousin in January 1952. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first picture is that of my mom and her siblings. The back row is Aunt Florence, Uncle Johnny, Aunt Flossie, Aunt Evelyn, and Uncle Dale. The front row is Uncle Bob, Uncle Donnie, Uncle Delbert (this time making faces) and my momma. </div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi125sQBItcqrq6re8WggpCHmVi8wKGRSzKbGhO15S52-9FghkrMwte-3F3yPvDtzafLN0qf9B3zQa3YZR_icBepqLPAJo4DSndIk1bvITq1xkcY3R4Y51IwoCvrqHLFrkNPZTedUWQtSJEr-Np5GMesPP71ON8jU1UUIaG85-ADThRxmxrNCagF-_CpQ/s934/Hoy%20Kids.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="934" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi125sQBItcqrq6re8WggpCHmVi8wKGRSzKbGhO15S52-9FghkrMwte-3F3yPvDtzafLN0qf9B3zQa3YZR_icBepqLPAJo4DSndIk1bvITq1xkcY3R4Y51IwoCvrqHLFrkNPZTedUWQtSJEr-Np5GMesPP71ON8jU1UUIaG85-ADThRxmxrNCagF-_CpQ/w400-h388/Hoy%20Kids.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The next picture is of the "Outlaws." The ladies in front are my Aunt Marge and my Aunt Marion.</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the back is my Dad, Uncle Boo, Uncle Alvin and to be honest, I'm not sure who the person on the end is. While my dad was overseas when I was born, my mom and I lived with my Uncle Boo and Aunt Ev and my cousins, Arlene and Linda. My Uncle Boo was a contractor and he built the first house that my parents owned. . </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizra2twtnW_SItkQaX-WC0HR_EZC2zWdwJKZ28vJaBdgeY5p9zweoQWuX5eISS8C1ymN7_WgTzy0SVMGUO-TCY7HMtQUFZJz4AS0M0NM5L15kSJpVNMdrc1jqirepCjJz6N8VHPCQUeQwSz8bLtu4tTUk6W23TH4ojYDEae9OuM9P2VAjHk-W7Z3qzbw/s996/scan0005.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="952" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizra2twtnW_SItkQaX-WC0HR_EZC2zWdwJKZ28vJaBdgeY5p9zweoQWuX5eISS8C1ymN7_WgTzy0SVMGUO-TCY7HMtQUFZJz4AS0M0NM5L15kSJpVNMdrc1jqirepCjJz6N8VHPCQUeQwSz8bLtu4tTUk6W23TH4ojYDEae9OuM9P2VAjHk-W7Z3qzbw/w383-h400/scan0005.jpg" width="383" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBewuVxSsxoju5xljCJML0erJUQ64m_oxbRCGt_Xy6ro2jc56mNwnJiyNHEzRZ6zhzRECMC2QKJVPp0Yx5iqmxbsQ0pR16sY7pf8Yto45d6qsA4Jg-tukWGaKDzuf9TWdU-3jBctNaXAWVy2up1nwSkOqpw0agxa2lIWDus9WcOmzbD3PUEqta5YHF2A/s936/Grandma%20and%20Grandchildren.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="936" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBewuVxSsxoju5xljCJML0erJUQ64m_oxbRCGt_Xy6ro2jc56mNwnJiyNHEzRZ6zhzRECMC2QKJVPp0Yx5iqmxbsQ0pR16sY7pf8Yto45d6qsA4Jg-tukWGaKDzuf9TWdU-3jBctNaXAWVy2up1nwSkOqpw0agxa2lIWDus9WcOmzbD3PUEqta5YHF2A/w400-h390/Grandma%20and%20Grandchildren.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not going to attempt to name all the cousins, but I will tell you that another fifteen grandchildren had yet to be born. (Including, yours truly.) Grandma Hoy is in the back row, next to her eldest grandchild, my cousin Janet. My cousin Janet was a natural to babysit for me when I was little. Later, when she got married, she asked me to be one of her hostesses. I was nervous, but honored. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will be honest with you. I was an okay looking kid when I was little, but from about the end of second grade until almost the end of ninth grade, I was, to put it honestly, a hot mess. My nose had grown too quickly for my face, My teeth had come in too large for my mouth and I would later add braces to complete the hideous look. It was so bad that I overheard my paternal grandmother saying to my mom, "Terry isn't as pretty as Marcia." My mother, so loyal, told her that both of her girls were pretty. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was devastated, but I decided, Fine. If I couldn't be the pretty one, I would be the smart one. Which was kind of its own joke because my petite little sister had a photographic memory, and learned to read at the age of four. The school wanted her to skip a grade, but because she was such a tiny thing my parents were a hard no on that idea. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nonetheless, I threw myself into studying and bolstered by the fact that my second toe was longer than my big toe, and being assured by my dad that this was a sign that I was indeed, very intelligent, I ended up in an advanced math class, was later tapped for National Honor Society, and wore golden honor cords for my high school graduation. So all in all, it worked out. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the time of my cousin's wedding, my nose and my face were now on the same page, the braces had come off, I refused any more short, short hair cuts, and I was able to smile again. So that night I was on the way to feeling better about my looks, but what sealed the deal was my dad. He came over to where I was cutting the wedding cake, had me put the knife down, and asked me to dance. It was a polka. I'd never danced to one before, and I haven't danced to once since, but my dad made me feel so graceful and beautiful. That was really the night I transformed from the ugly duckling into, if not a swan, at least swan like.</div><div><br /></div><div>So this Thanksgiving, I am thinking about my childhood. How my parents were always there for me, supporting me, encouraging me, loving me and I am thankful for that blessing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Enjoy the day. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><i>© 24 Nov 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-23358745322541295432022-11-14T00:30:00.001-05:002022-11-14T01:16:38.486-05:00Then, with eyes that saw not . . .<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sometimes, I
think, it is good to be reminded that as all encompassing as a personal loss
is, there are those who travel their own path of loss. So, be as kind as humanly possible, but be as
fierce as necessary to protect those people and beliefs you cherish. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Heather,
sweet little one, you are in my thoughts. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The First Snowfall</span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">By James Russell Lowell</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">The snow had begun in the gloaming,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> And busily all the
night<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Had been heaping field and highway<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> With a silence deep
and white.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Every pine and fir and hemlock<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Wore ermine too dear
for an earl,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">And the poorest twig on the elm-tree<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Was ridged inch deep
with pearl.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">From sheds new-roofed with Carrara<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Came Chanticleer's
muffled crow,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> And still fluttered
down the snow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">I stood and watched by the window<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> The noiseless work
of the sky,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Like brown leaves
whirling by.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Where a little
headstone stood;<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">How the flakes were folding it gently,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> As did robins the
babes in the wood.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Up spoke our own little Mabel,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Saying,
"Father, who makes it snow?"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">And I told of the good All-father<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Who cares for us
here below.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Again I looked at the snow-fall,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> And thought of the
leaden sky<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">That arched o'er our first great sorrow,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> When that mound was
heaped so high.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">I remembered the gradual patience<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> That fell from that
cloud-like snow,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Flake by flake, healing and hiding<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> The scar of our
deep-plunged woe.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">And again to the child I whispered,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> "The snow that
husheth all,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Darling, the merciful Father<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Alone can make it
fall!"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> And she, kissing
back, could not know<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">That my kiss was given to her sister,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Folded close under
deepening snow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-64883964821789880082022-10-27T02:24:00.041-04:002022-11-30T17:35:54.030-05:00Happy Anniversary, Little Sis. I miss you. <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">My sister had many sparkling qualities. She had a photographic memory, a quick mind, and an ability to know what she wanted in life. And </span>what my sister wanted, more than anything, was to be a wife and a mother, and to someday be a
grandmother. Forty-eight years ago today, she started that journey when she
married the love of her life. Happy Anniversary, little sis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I miss you. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWGrY2cJhDQeO3A3aEPZYk9rkbNt4Ep0oCOvfEeAyeOFIee9AopXmkzzwnAB56QJCEAbhHIavhD7AKgS1Xc64EmQug7HKRN95plN8Z6GZd-dP3YenAuK7hx4pFJx8mMWJcU28puyomRBFGFUnXkcooOI_wKTtPYqwCtk-mGxU4dvW8VZbpKEn6r4UuQ/s1219/MA%201.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="1219" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWGrY2cJhDQeO3A3aEPZYk9rkbNt4Ep0oCOvfEeAyeOFIee9AopXmkzzwnAB56QJCEAbhHIavhD7AKgS1Xc64EmQug7HKRN95plN8Z6GZd-dP3YenAuK7hx4pFJx8mMWJcU28puyomRBFGFUnXkcooOI_wKTtPYqwCtk-mGxU4dvW8VZbpKEn6r4UuQ/w400-h221/MA%201.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2F3dT-TYt_Xh9CGkzT9drLWoLVquExGFpAE3dncEUl2NB2281ytqymyBD_-x1kWyB6EON8Ho1oX2Y5u76Gb_4pCOGTy7rRG39YS4r_JzNxfkRiAvgJhbOsDu53dbfyeVXmZxqCxWp2_fDmtC5s4zKRVSudiFQT87YWLbljwfU9wvzAuR-6rYmis149w/s1177/MA%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="1177" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2F3dT-TYt_Xh9CGkzT9drLWoLVquExGFpAE3dncEUl2NB2281ytqymyBD_-x1kWyB6EON8Ho1oX2Y5u76Gb_4pCOGTy7rRG39YS4r_JzNxfkRiAvgJhbOsDu53dbfyeVXmZxqCxWp2_fDmtC5s4zKRVSudiFQT87YWLbljwfU9wvzAuR-6rYmis149w/w400-h235/MA%202.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Lq-8aL6frIppGblV2GqCI0MhjIofJeOq74Smh2dcrwMEUJE23mjd_CEembW_phDUciKplmbHhEPr7qBnMNI-qftMCQv6QdoH6cHmnFQXcyljlI6HBZeal9xbPP2DQFCglPF9M7NxEQw1vkqJGCo1mWn2Y9s089uDeAJLXBix4Rf9yuBPTL90NLHQNw/s1208/MA%203.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1208" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Lq-8aL6frIppGblV2GqCI0MhjIofJeOq74Smh2dcrwMEUJE23mjd_CEembW_phDUciKplmbHhEPr7qBnMNI-qftMCQv6QdoH6cHmnFQXcyljlI6HBZeal9xbPP2DQFCglPF9M7NxEQw1vkqJGCo1mWn2Y9s089uDeAJLXBix4Rf9yuBPTL90NLHQNw/w400-h221/MA%203.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">© 27 Oct 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-503448838049266832022-10-26T00:25:00.002-04:002022-11-30T17:37:02.535-05:00Wordless Wednesday - Moment of Zen<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOF-qyFYEgHY5g8Yr1x32gUdnia2v4iXk95Fmh-A3swkO3WQ-SKIiYgyGb_Eqzu6bsj0qs6fnC_dXN_rfMyzuSOYe30V38PoucDexKPAXyEZt251ZvThKIrlVNvbr69yIU7MxatNm9nDNL7FqkCBSWjEjREt3ZHuKIrJTtKvpW7GzPJjsnc_WiLQUBw/s4032/Zen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOF-qyFYEgHY5g8Yr1x32gUdnia2v4iXk95Fmh-A3swkO3WQ-SKIiYgyGb_Eqzu6bsj0qs6fnC_dXN_rfMyzuSOYe30V38PoucDexKPAXyEZt251ZvThKIrlVNvbr69yIU7MxatNm9nDNL7FqkCBSWjEjREt3ZHuKIrJTtKvpW7GzPJjsnc_WiLQUBw/w400-h300/Zen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">© 26 Oct 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-56394489851733690502022-10-20T01:16:00.001-04:002022-11-30T17:38:24.078-05:00October is National Family History Month<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Before you can celebrate Family History Month shouldn’t you at
least have a working definition of the term, family? Some define family as those individuals who
live or have lived together in one dwelling. Some define family by a minimum number
of shared centimorgans. And some use the heart to set the parameters for who is
and isn’t family.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Karen Ferry in <b><i>Make Me Believe</i></b> wrote, “Family
isn’t whose blood you carry … It’s who you love and who loves you back.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Fifteen years ago, I struggled with my own definition. Below
is the post I wrote My words were
true then, and they are true now. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">(FYI – I no longer am a Grey’s Anatomy aficionado, and the
number of grandchildren has mushroomed from that mere puny four.)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>In honor of Family History Month</i>: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">For National Family History Month — One Definition of
Family<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">For someone who professes a great interest in family
history, I have dragged my heels on mentioning the fact that October has been
designated as National Family History Month. As I mentally planned this post, I
intended to link you to some terrific ideas on how to celebrate the month. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Instead, I find myself squirming about writing on the
subject. Preferring instead to put the laptop down, and go foraging for
something to eat, or something interesting to read. Or, when I finally make
myself sit with laptop in hand, I suddenly feel the need to find spoilers for
“Grey's Anatomy,” or a good recipe for crock-pot Chili or googling about any
errant thought that flitters through my brain — anything but writing this post.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The sticking point for me is I'm suddenly self-conscious
about the definition of family. If human beings conducted their lives in a nice
orderly fashion, and if we all lived to be ninety, the concept of family would
be easy. But we don't. We sometimes die in automobile accidents, or get cancer,
or we find the love of our life isn't, or we somehow derail a perfectly good
life for liquor or drugs or lust. I'm not making judgments; I'm stating that
human beings lead messy lives. And these messy lives have consequences, one of
which is that the definition of family gets bruised and muddied. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is a favored uncle by
marriage who died more than 40 years ago, still part of my family? Is the aunt
of my youth, no longer married to my biological uncle still my aunt? The grade
school project of making a family tree seems innocent and straight forward,
unless you happen to be an adopted child, or a foster child, or child of a
blended family. What tree does that child make? What genealogical chain does he
follow? What family history should she celebrate? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dr. Joyce Maguire Pavao, author of <b><i>The Family of
Adoption</i></b><i>,</i> talks instead of a family tree, a family orchard that
includes as many trees as necessary for an individual's identity. The concept
allows for both biology and reality, for inclusion of nature and nurture. In my
family, it allows the man who adopted my grandfather when he was 10, and whose
last name I carried until I married, to be recognized and honored in our family
orchard. It allows my orchard to include four beautiful grandchildren for whom
I am not grandmother by blood, but rather grandmother by heart. It is a concept
I embrace. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Until Next Time — Happy Ancestral Digging!<b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Note: This post first published
online, October 11, 2007, at Desktop Genealogist Blog at The Fremont News-Messenger.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">© 11 October 2007 & revised 20 Oct 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder</i></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-9105849422725083502022-10-17T04:05:00.001-04:002022-11-30T17:39:09.249-05:00Happy 70th Birthday, Dear Ruby! 🌹<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Take a moonlit night on the banks of the Potomac, a few
bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Wine, our guardian angel, Jim (also procurer
of the aforementioned wine), my alcoholic infused babbling tongue, and a very
long walk back to our Dorm, and presto change-o, you became Ruby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In truth, the actual metamorphosis happened the next
day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We dragged ourselves to Jim’s part
time gig at the local pizza parlor, feeling a trifle worse for the wear. Jim
came to our booth and asked, “So who is this Ruby chick?” What? There was no
Ruby. “Well, she,” his fingers
pointing at me, “kept calling someone, Ruby.” The light dawned. My slurred
midwestern twang version of Roomie, sounded like Ruby to his Southern accent
accustomed ears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After that, you were
officially, Ruby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
Fifty one years ago was the last time we celebrated your birthday together. <p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kK2poBSRopWEJXR2Mmta-g3AwgRYYAsYVTB_bz5b3SY6FkWWMR1e2abV1V7R_g4Ud1cnIqIaImFYQmJXQjzhu-r8eMyK7CTYMqle5YWdYBZEUGAzygbsK6Q3_z54HIU0qelCISt_ERbIf0ORsiZ-p76vx7qnHaXHg0VWgH0G8wM_UqHp5HHDh3-GpA/s598/Ruby%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="598" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kK2poBSRopWEJXR2Mmta-g3AwgRYYAsYVTB_bz5b3SY6FkWWMR1e2abV1V7R_g4Ud1cnIqIaImFYQmJXQjzhu-r8eMyK7CTYMqle5YWdYBZEUGAzygbsK6Q3_z54HIU0qelCISt_ERbIf0ORsiZ-p76vx7qnHaXHg0VWgH0G8wM_UqHp5HHDh3-GpA/s320/Ruby%201.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Honestly, it seems like yesterday. You came North to be in my wedding, and a
year later, I went South to return the favor. Life was so busy, and we lost touch. <o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVdWVKojtrPb7XoZoY2j4QtI4eu1CUuY0KCHyvb1pvWOeVR1XhQRS4HpzYLrAUPkKvQsnWawIetGi0JSWbTsCvuyHaTwBK6a0O0z_o_N0wtstYy43XRkbzYp7ZCoLKvEXmnYEBhpwYyMTrLm74zGBWcKT3jO3TDrUodr_9jhdKoq2Z0i3M6rIZJDOBA/s813/Wedding%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="813" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVdWVKojtrPb7XoZoY2j4QtI4eu1CUuY0KCHyvb1pvWOeVR1XhQRS4HpzYLrAUPkKvQsnWawIetGi0JSWbTsCvuyHaTwBK6a0O0z_o_N0wtstYy43XRkbzYp7ZCoLKvEXmnYEBhpwYyMTrLm74zGBWcKT3jO3TDrUodr_9jhdKoq2Z0i3M6rIZJDOBA/s320/Wedding%202.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNKZEvF5g4DmrUjLIJLmLm-pKbJuDdA3GBeH1sv_ualfQlYUoehpZLrdtpg7PeEYXIAhbxiL9Gh2WRFYkVFNJ0oKEEvaoFGoacIAxEndfcuuxDgOQhNBxvnQtaXXVuPNfmBgt2D8h4cCKi6h0dSOjEoOSRlgYk4nTHXEs34xeYGtWK6Ho-krvVCpVhg/s576/Ruby%202%20Rehersal.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="576" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNKZEvF5g4DmrUjLIJLmLm-pKbJuDdA3GBeH1sv_ualfQlYUoehpZLrdtpg7PeEYXIAhbxiL9Gh2WRFYkVFNJ0oKEEvaoFGoacIAxEndfcuuxDgOQhNBxvnQtaXXVuPNfmBgt2D8h4cCKi6h0dSOjEoOSRlgYk4nTHXEs34xeYGtWK6Ho-krvVCpVhg/s320/Ruby%202%20Rehersal.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQY-zGnYU5JP_vJJJZBtdr9ZSeGSGxgbaq4zwzWaKTYXINaak22ye-pQeSdZsF2KImaW3lHvZ03IkvVVVnGSzvTuF2Vo1tlSjPkiLuSl8y5jRp13gbKMPbPiXXwqIDRbx4-Z-nMo0lNdN7LuO0iijrWMZwmbm0ErSEYBnQZJNZewE3eWM25x-i3ZgKQ/s540/Ruby%202%20wedding.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="537" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQY-zGnYU5JP_vJJJZBtdr9ZSeGSGxgbaq4zwzWaKTYXINaak22ye-pQeSdZsF2KImaW3lHvZ03IkvVVVnGSzvTuF2Vo1tlSjPkiLuSl8y5jRp13gbKMPbPiXXwqIDRbx4-Z-nMo0lNdN7LuO0iijrWMZwmbm0ErSEYBnQZJNZewE3eWM25x-i3ZgKQ/s320/Ruby%202%20wedding.JPG" width="318" /></a></div><div><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">I chose a school that was six hours away from home. A school where I knew no one. I made a lot of
friends, but the four of us – you, me, J and K – were our own Fab Four. <o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUilT09VmxRr4PrJ2gSUQ7XaxNvR-sHvsoeRfp5sUoXCINKTltEQmG3Jg2TzKRA43p_waPAiSdrPptxroGz2TORKOrNb1d5oNLNp0-SKC4psu3cB81fh_UPsY-RQ6o4EZbvou6FmvNniqa7yXr2EvH1MNW1vFWqMoH4NSiGTtbLevp96XP6IjM0s2y-w/s458/Picture%203a.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="458" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUilT09VmxRr4PrJ2gSUQ7XaxNvR-sHvsoeRfp5sUoXCINKTltEQmG3Jg2TzKRA43p_waPAiSdrPptxroGz2TORKOrNb1d5oNLNp0-SKC4psu3cB81fh_UPsY-RQ6o4EZbvou6FmvNniqa7yXr2EvH1MNW1vFWqMoH4NSiGTtbLevp96XP6IjM0s2y-w/s320/Picture%203a.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHutuz9DaX3AonPqohhYRpm7KDee8-ZKBmCmK3hpyD2dAQEfLhKhxN4dnXVzN3X5suMYdTgjp1BVYrAZh5brYkaEHuyoX0IEMYWG4iYHngbaEmyeScX2ydace-ScRcGVo-eSIa5f0ZxA0bpWrKEyi1TV9zQ_0PIzl0KHLwrPH8fkohchJzOEDGnVUdCA/s443/Picture%203b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="434" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHutuz9DaX3AonPqohhYRpm7KDee8-ZKBmCmK3hpyD2dAQEfLhKhxN4dnXVzN3X5suMYdTgjp1BVYrAZh5brYkaEHuyoX0IEMYWG4iYHngbaEmyeScX2ydace-ScRcGVo-eSIa5f0ZxA0bpWrKEyi1TV9zQ_0PIzl0KHLwrPH8fkohchJzOEDGnVUdCA/s320/Picture%203b.JPG" width="313" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5aJ7QuQdbcowbyFf8seT8szcm2ij3TyXMtr3GKVpS1FXnlizc8NFYnKVHurZIdlZpDu4DOfwu_peB77wt-tTeOTj2hn4mWG40gfoLoQC6nDo3Fwm-DTUowD_hVE2SC6xByKnalVVUINCB0dcPCsIzCkCWYl3_kb9StBLzxkVOjeIqUUq5ykZ-760Aw/s515/Picture%203c.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="515" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5aJ7QuQdbcowbyFf8seT8szcm2ij3TyXMtr3GKVpS1FXnlizc8NFYnKVHurZIdlZpDu4DOfwu_peB77wt-tTeOTj2hn4mWG40gfoLoQC6nDo3Fwm-DTUowD_hVE2SC6xByKnalVVUINCB0dcPCsIzCkCWYl3_kb9StBLzxkVOjeIqUUq5ykZ-760Aw/s320/Picture%203c.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">I learned so much that year. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that frozen
daiquiris are yummy. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned enough swear words to make a marine blush. (That was mostly, J. That girl was a swearing savant. Although, my personal favorite, and one I
would continue to use, was your “Well, F—k a red and yellow duck.”)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that it takes beaucoup quarters to call a
boyfriend who was spending several months in Europe. You sold your beautiful red jacket, your
clogs, your gorgeous purple dress, and I don’t know what else to Vicky, to feed
the machine. It was a good thing that W came
home when he did, or goodness knows you would have been left with only your
undies and your slippers! <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that yes, Virginia, you can squeeze a mattress
through a second floor window to the ground below when Vicky and Hawaii did
just that. I don’t know how they explained the missing mattress. But… Not my
monkeys, not my zoo. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that sometimes, having a messy closet, can
actually be a good thing. You brought that
little black and white TV back for the second semester. It was strictly
verboten. Our RA, who was normally a big
stickler for following the rules, agreed to overlook it when you slyly
suggested that she was welcome to come down and watch her favorite soap
opera. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The problem was, we were assigned a new house mother that
semester, and she was doing a surprise inspection. I happened to leave our room to go to our wing’s
bathroom and there was Miss W. with our R.A., Mary. Mary was standing behind our new housemother,
frantically doing a pantomime for my benefit.
When I got back to the room, I told you what was happening and we
quickly hid the TV in my closet, which was, as usual, a disaster. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> We made it more of
one, throwing clothes off hangers, grabbing more clothes out of my drawers to
cover the TV, and putting some on the floor to complete, “The Look.” We had just finished when a tapping at the door
ushered in Miss W. and Mary. Oh Lord, Mary’s eyes were practically popping out
of their sockets as she looked around for that TV. Miss W. went to your closet first She did a thorough check. Then she came to
mine. She took one look at the disaster, sniffed, and then left the room. I bet we sat there hyperventilating for a
good five minutes. I don’t remember. Was that an expulsion offense? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned, thanks to your insistence, that I did not need
full make-up to go to the dining hall for breakfast. You would pace the room back and forth until
I was ready. Oh, the pressure! <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that forming a study group really made getting
decent grades a snap. The fact that the
four of us were all El Ed majors meant we had the same courses, and often the
same class. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that I could easily do a 7:10 AM class if it was
history. (The professor loved my
papers.) But a 11:10 Friday class in English, just interfered too much with my
life. (That professor hated my papers.) <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that while the movies make it look like throwing a
burning object into a waste basket easily smothers the fire, in real life that only
works if the basket isn’t already full of paper. Duh!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned that a good friend will sit on the bathroom floor
outside your stall, patiently explaining – well, never mind, no one else needs
the details, but you’ll remember what I am referring to. You, dear Ruby girl, were such a good friend! <o:p></o:p></p>
<span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I learned that I could go somewhere I had never
been; where I knew no one; and find my own tribe.</span><div><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2QnusWdd_mZEi8lihGCqiPRLqzFmsY5BxspZsDWggfsnJIEFDARq83zD1FptTgRHyEJwwlefRF0SP17PICN8JV9gek3uP9itnl632-NBvjOGHSQpVsmhlr1tv0OguLGrP47gLPvwYKbzRecePDZKTFeeU3hEsx4w-EOI5MoJfJXJ469612lYmt2Haw/s490/Picture%204%20A.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="483" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2QnusWdd_mZEi8lihGCqiPRLqzFmsY5BxspZsDWggfsnJIEFDARq83zD1FptTgRHyEJwwlefRF0SP17PICN8JV9gek3uP9itnl632-NBvjOGHSQpVsmhlr1tv0OguLGrP47gLPvwYKbzRecePDZKTFeeU3hEsx4w-EOI5MoJfJXJ469612lYmt2Haw/s320/Picture%204%20A.JPG" width="315" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvPSwEFtklgjXRyKSHyExgO6n-8YVPLCjqbdFgWMOYJF6vRvqsrbsG1hVnYEMIBCIfXIvAzeqcKxmihQVmZBV9y-DeXq0HrOdzRgKvcrGV0JcQVqw1U-dE0BjrYQ3UOh5ussy9ii37oM79NjRtSB9EN5JE0gOENO9pVy649bGMFVygxVL2ZgkJsFozw/s574/Picture%204b%20Use%20ths.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="574" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvPSwEFtklgjXRyKSHyExgO6n-8YVPLCjqbdFgWMOYJF6vRvqsrbsG1hVnYEMIBCIfXIvAzeqcKxmihQVmZBV9y-DeXq0HrOdzRgKvcrGV0JcQVqw1U-dE0BjrYQ3UOh5ussy9ii37oM79NjRtSB9EN5JE0gOENO9pVy649bGMFVygxVL2ZgkJsFozw/s320/Picture%204b%20Use%20ths.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">I hope your birthday is wonderful, Ruby. You are the first of our group to hit that
milestone. The rest of us will bravely follow you. I think of you and J and K often. I am sending you virtual hugs and good wishes
on the wind. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Terry<o:p></o:p></p><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><i style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.6667px;">© 17 Oct 2022, Desktop Genealogist Unplugged, Teresa L. Snyder </i></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099924150010656132.post-28814428782903052242022-09-15T02:19:00.003-04:002022-11-30T17:40:05.147-05:00Ancestry’s New Chromosome Painter – Close but no Cigar! <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">I really wanted to give a thumbs up to Ancestry’s new Chromosome
Painter. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Although a Chromosome Browser
would make me much happier.) Sadly, Ancestry has missed the mark. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My mother, my brother and I have all taken Ancestry’s DNA
test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And yes, we are the appropriate centimorgans
match to show mother and child, and full siblings. Therefore, I should be a
half-match to my mother’s ethnicity, on each chromosome. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My brother should be likewise. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As for my brother and I, we could be a full
match, a partial match or no match depending on which segments we inherited
from mom and which segments we inherited from dad.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Here is what our ethnicity looks like for each of us on
Chromosome 12.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Mom: </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSNfHhlWyTiLikWXW8xamRJ3vx86wiw00AvP4fmLdy5ntsu7BrDY03LC3kEwD0nMDp3ZsYSJMgwcN4CFgf3Tf7yOFjVZTZgNdesa35gyYydM-JZJQK4ZpjfzHepekuTOeUnljU1MDhUl9irrgcl7gSC42F4raeMEEVsIXUhh1GBRWmqOdok6C7D2HeQ/s439/Mom%20Chromsome%2012.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="48" data-original-width="439" height="44" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSNfHhlWyTiLikWXW8xamRJ3vx86wiw00AvP4fmLdy5ntsu7BrDY03LC3kEwD0nMDp3ZsYSJMgwcN4CFgf3Tf7yOFjVZTZgNdesa35gyYydM-JZJQK4ZpjfzHepekuTOeUnljU1MDhUl9irrgcl7gSC42F4raeMEEVsIXUhh1GBRWmqOdok6C7D2HeQ/w400-h44/Mom%20Chromsome%2012.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Me: </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOQKnvOM6kEje2NzyASbdmjh63_-lHl5aVUmsXwa6W2augIO0U9_a98mxfB4Uk1Vo4x3PrnYT2iOZF_JPKhdthYbOkKgEvtEy4swCQkq_EYSFyqn_kJbDZyAYSKUQnVVjubltxUbE9zuPUNqQyQaoGl06dfzNZ0EqwiuyjwLXshXiQtj1xrZPVPSLfg/s430/Terry%20Chromsome%2012.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="50" data-original-width="430" height="46" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOQKnvOM6kEje2NzyASbdmjh63_-lHl5aVUmsXwa6W2augIO0U9_a98mxfB4Uk1Vo4x3PrnYT2iOZF_JPKhdthYbOkKgEvtEy4swCQkq_EYSFyqn_kJbDZyAYSKUQnVVjubltxUbE9zuPUNqQyQaoGl06dfzNZ0EqwiuyjwLXshXiQtj1xrZPVPSLfg/w400-h46/Terry%20Chromsome%2012.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Brother: </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_tAz9wIkxWkTEL3yd9CVQYfJSYCmhRZkPD-T3fCFuoisvuvRYjQRNjTQPAQX8oyM4MjuaEzNSg6kK4PvA8mdToK3v7ATb7tSilsPSlOCtt3Q0hAOy1Eb4xNzEVmXGLhmzxmaGzeUxaqCecU8Clc_pId3kfWax0ZkPEC3DX2EBcOxUVeyXOXWk15IOw/s424/Troy%20Chromsome%2012.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="30" data-original-width="424" height="29" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_tAz9wIkxWkTEL3yd9CVQYfJSYCmhRZkPD-T3fCFuoisvuvRYjQRNjTQPAQX8oyM4MjuaEzNSg6kK4PvA8mdToK3v7ATb7tSilsPSlOCtt3Q0hAOy1Eb4xNzEVmXGLhmzxmaGzeUxaqCecU8Clc_pId3kfWax0ZkPEC3DX2EBcOxUVeyXOXWk15IOw/w400-h29/Troy%20Chromsome%2012.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">The color on this chromosome is deceptive in that mom’s
colors represent Germanic Europe for her parent 1 and Scotland for parent 2. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My colors on the same chromosome represent Sweden and Denmark
for parent 1 and England and Northwestern Europe for parent 2. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My brother’s colors represent Sweden and Denmark for parent
1 and England and Northwestern Europe for parent 2. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">You can see that each of us has a green component to our
Chromosome 12, but the green stands for different ethnicities on my mother’s
chart as opposed to my brother and me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In our case, green denotes England and Northwestern Europe,
while on my mother’s chart it denotes Scotland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Looking at this, you might draw the conclusion that my
brother and I are a full match on this chromosome, but we are not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">By looking at all the chromosomes I can tell that for me, my
mother is represented by parent 1 and my father is parent 2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My brother is the opposite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Parent 1 for him is my dad, and parent 2 is
my mom. How do I know this?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mother
has no Eastern Europe or Russia in her ethnicity, but my father’s German side
(half of his DNA) also has some Kashubian thrown into the mix.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kashubian’s were one of several Slavic tribes
that settled in Pomerania along with Germans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Dad gets this mixture from his maternal grandparents who emigrated from Pomerania in 1906.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On my chromosome painter all the Eastern Europe and Russia
show up on parent 2, while for my brother, they show up on parent 1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which means according to Ancestry, I received
my Sweden and Denmark ethnicity from mom and my England and Northwestern Europe
from dad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My brother, on the other
hand, received the Sweden and Denmark ancestry from dad, and the England and
Northwestern Europe from mom. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Confusing,
yes? <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Because I am a visual person, I put all our chromosome ethnicities
on a spreadsheet. I coded each ethnicity with a specific color so that I could
see immediately where we matched and where we didn’t. <o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">My mother and I don’t match ethnicities at all on Chromosomes,
1, 12, 13, 14, or 15. My brother and she
do not match on Chromosomes 4, 7, 10 and 12.
<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal">Below you can see Chromosomes 12, 13, and 4 for each of us. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4HViP9gtqDzndd4eHa_9POpz1QRVDWF31IzaQZG2gdAxv3adiLq6wG4CDIcZvbmmXNQCBZ7fUpAfrVkG7O622eOTOR6jQcs10K6RzycxjnwXMXVoeDC_GQa9U6UAwBwPdndX8-GT7WaG3FBXM1YvYBBBBykNaoYJE9ZjHsfkQNdpCJqZYNOceUXrbA/s645/Mom%20Terry%20Troy%2012%2013%204.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="645" height="549" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4HViP9gtqDzndd4eHa_9POpz1QRVDWF31IzaQZG2gdAxv3adiLq6wG4CDIcZvbmmXNQCBZ7fUpAfrVkG7O622eOTOR6jQcs10K6RzycxjnwXMXVoeDC_GQa9U6UAwBwPdndX8-GT7WaG3FBXM1YvYBBBBykNaoYJE9ZjHsfkQNdpCJqZYNOceUXrbA/w640-h549/Mom%20Terry%20Troy%2012%2013%204.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Logically, not matching ethnicities with my mother on
specific chromosomes does not make sense.
I give Ancestry a B for effort, and a D for execution. The worst part, it makes me question all
their ethnicity assumptions. They have
tagged me with Scandinavian (now Sweden and Denmark) since I first took the
test in 2012. I have yet to find a Swede
or Dane in the family tree. <o:p></o:p></p>
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