tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047929301281104142024-03-12T20:46:15.114-07:00The Casebook of Family SherlockFamily Sherlock is a genealogy and family history research service where your ancestry questions are answered and your family story is told.Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-44786780056095771112020-12-24T09:00:00.001-08:002020-12-24T09:00:02.437-08:00Nostalgia for Grandma's Cookies<p><span style="font-size: medium;">During this pandemic, where family cannot gather for the traditional holidays, I (and much of my family) became nostalgic for Grandma's anise Christmas cutout cookies. It turns out there were several versions of the recipe around, but my second cousin sent me her mother's recipe card, and this is actually my great-grandmother's recipe. Not only can we now bake and eat the cookies of our memories, but the connection to Grandma, my Great-aunt, and my Great-grandmother is priceless.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwgH1XtTJIr1hdWcJNYuhRojI_hO7nYwAof26dHF2TEMuumamSBDEpd0wFyspK2sNsxzq_2jQc4Rf2jIsrkUuMp4JbkjWSG42bGTLO_4z1_TB6HeLvRtVAbONIc0KI03dtuWQPF2R0Waw/s1801/cookies1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1073" data-original-width="1801" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwgH1XtTJIr1hdWcJNYuhRojI_hO7nYwAof26dHF2TEMuumamSBDEpd0wFyspK2sNsxzq_2jQc4Rf2jIsrkUuMp4JbkjWSG42bGTLO_4z1_TB6HeLvRtVAbONIc0KI03dtuWQPF2R0Waw/s320/cookies1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFs0RSRV-BStv-Ln-zR9BqQ5W_SAmPCmER2RnUilagwMbUg71oNh0k4y5wXTJsNtOsHAXozSSmf3i9pV_gv8IfPV7ifja7d4UzNpoogOuyZAvfUlo_GQkNeLCR5qG8_xppLZ7kJYLUhrz/s1993/cookies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1233" data-original-width="1993" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFs0RSRV-BStv-Ln-zR9BqQ5W_SAmPCmER2RnUilagwMbUg71oNh0k4y5wXTJsNtOsHAXozSSmf3i9pV_gv8IfPV7ifja7d4UzNpoogOuyZAvfUlo_GQkNeLCR5qG8_xppLZ7kJYLUhrz/s320/cookies2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My Great-grandmother, Clara Herrmann Eckhardt, was a Harding from West Pittston, Pennsylvania, who relocated to Rochester, NY in the 1910's. </span></div><p></p>Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-67341242212814981062017-01-03T08:18:00.001-08:002017-01-03T08:18:41.973-08:00Happy New Year 2017Happy New Year! This year, Family Sherlock is concentrating on writing the biography of her great-great-grandmother Anna Ritschard of Oberhofen, Switzerland. Anna had a true immigrant experience with a twist. Stay tuned! <br />
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To help with this, I will be attending a workshop at the New York Genealogical and Biographical Society called <a href="http://newyorkfamilyhistory.org/nygb-programs/write-it-workshop-family-historians" target="_blank">Write It Up!</a><br />
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If you are interested in my other published writing, see the <a href="http://www.familysherlock.com/family-sherlock-book.html" target="_blank">links on my website</a>.Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-25159288543021386802016-04-21T03:00:00.000-07:002016-04-21T03:00:04.976-07:00Wyatt Earp's PawnshopI recently read and loved the novels <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Doc-Novel-Mary-Doria-Russell/dp/081298000X/" target="_blank">Doc</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Epitaph-Corral-Mary-Doria-Russell/dp/0062198769/" target="_blank">Epitaph</a> by Mary Doria Russell, about Doc Holliday and the Earp brothers. When I was in San Diego on the Old Town Trolley Tour last week, pulling into the Gaslamp District, the guide pointed out a pawnshop that was started by Wyatt Earp when he moved to San Diego after the OK Corral. I had to see it closer, so I got off the trolley and walked back a few blocks. I had never been in a real pawn shop, but I had to go into this one. <br />
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At the end of the tour in Old Town, I visited the Mormon Battalion
Historic Site. I grew up and still live a half-hour from Palmyra, New
York, where the Mormon church was founded. I am not a member, but as a
genealogist, I spend time in the church's family search centers and I
have been to Salt Lake City and to the big library there as well as seeing the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and other sites. However, I did not
know that a group of Mormons traveled to San Diego in 1847 from Iowa,
before they settled in Salt Lake City. The museum is a replica adobe
building, and it is a really fantastic interactive display, including
rumbling from a stampede, the night sky, thunderstorms, cedar wood
scents, and photos that talk just like in Harry Potter! I also got to
pan for "gold", and having watched a documentary about the Klondike a
few days earlier, I was anxious to try and found it a lot more difficult
than I expected. My "gold" nugget is on the upper right hand corner of the photo.Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-55713378493293678482016-04-13T02:00:00.000-07:002016-04-13T02:00:06.367-07:00The 70th Anniversary of Anna's Passing70 years ago this morning my great-great-grandmother, Anna Ritschard Glossner, died. She is the most intriguing of all my ancestors, so much so that I am writing a book about her. Born in Switzerland, she appears to have been well educated there. She immigrated to New York in 1884 as a young woman, and quickly married another immigrant and occasional mill worker, had 11 children and was predeceased by all but the oldest 5. She certainly does not fit into the stereotypical American Dream, but she was a survivor and did what she could to keep her family fed. I have been immersed in research about her lately, so stay tuned for the biography!Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-8913425002116016832016-03-16T13:50:00.000-07:002016-03-16T13:50:12.556-07:00The Society for the Preservation of Irish Soda BreadI love Irish soda bread, or at least the kind I have made in the past and that is readily available in our local grocery stores this time of year. It is so easy to make that I never buy it. I was looking for a recipe for this year and ran across this site: <a href="http://www.sodabread.info/" target="_blank">The Society for the Preservation of Irish Soda Bread!</a> Even though I love caraway seeds and currants, I decided to experiment this time by following the guidelines for real soda bread and just using flour, salt, baking soda and buttermilk. I have a really hard time following recipes, but the only change I made to this one was to use 1/2 white flour and 1/2 whole wheat flour. I did not knead it on a floured board but just pulled it all together with my hands. I did put a cake pan cover over the bread while it was baking, and I did not put any butter in it. The temptation was great to add the beloved caraway and currants, but I resisted, and thankfully so. The bread is wonderful. I have been cutting pieces off all afternoon, and at this rate there will not be much left for St. Patrick's day tomorrow. But I still have enough pastry flour and buttermilk for a second loaf... maybe I will put some currants and caraway in that one, for variety! Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-29643999872258891872016-03-16T06:21:00.000-07:002016-03-16T06:21:22.102-07:00My new publication: The Ancestry of Anne Bretherick and David GreerMy new book,<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <a href="https://www.createspace.com/5661888" target="_blank"><u>The Ancestry of Anne Bretherick and David Greer</u></a>, </span></span>is available for purchase on
CreateSpace: <a href="https://www.createspace.com/5661888">https://www.createspace.com/5661888</a>. It is the genealogy of Anne Bretherick and David Greer, including their Stott,
McKnight, Mainwaring, and Steinmetz ancestors of Pennsylvania,
Lancashire, England, and County Donegal, Ireland. If any of these names ring a bell, this book might be for you, too.Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-37850475776261210912016-03-13T07:42:00.000-07:002016-03-13T07:42:46.589-07:00Happy Birthday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For my nephew's 21st birthday, I researched his paternal grandparents'
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That said, the engineer in me has to break things down into numbers. Based on the research I have done and my family before me has done on my ancestors, this is my genetic breakdown without DNA testing:<br />
56.25% German<br />
25% Sicilian<br />
6.25% Swiss<br />
6.25% Irish<br />
6.25% English<br />
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Maybe some day I will have DNA testing done to see if the research matches the test results, but for now I am more than happy to concentrate on telling these ancestors' stories. <br />
<br />Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-87693414495720656062015-09-22T02:00:00.000-07:002015-09-22T02:00:04.749-07:00Small World...I am just home from the <a href="http://nysfhc.org/" target="_blank">New York State Family History Conference</a>, and I did meet or renew acquaintances with a lot of people from the area or who I have crossed paths with in the genealogical field. It was a great networking event! <br />
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However, there were a few instances where I just scratched my head and thought, "small world". I met a family with my mother's maiden name, and they lived in Rochester at a point, so surely we are distant cousins, possibly going back to Germany. I have to check my notes and get back to them! I met a woman who had an aunt who lived on my street, and the funny thing is that my street is a dead end in a village that is one square mile, and there are only about 20 houses on the street. As we are having our annual street party this weekend, I will ask if anyone remembers her! Then I met a very kind woman who diligently tracked down someone who could help me with some Swiss research. She used to live in this area, went to the church I was baptized in, had sisters who went to the college I went to, and her aunt lived on the street that was around the corner from a house my aunt used to live in. Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-21645566545477886172015-09-08T03:00:00.000-07:002015-09-08T03:00:00.488-07:00New York State Family History ConferenceNext week, yours truly will be an exhibitor at the <a href="http://www.nysfhc.org/" target="_blank">New York State Family History Conference</a> in Liverpool (Syracuse), New York. This means I will have a table set up in the Vendor Hall, where I can talk with other attendees and potential clients, and I will also be able to attend workshops and lectures. If you are in the area stop by- the <a href="http://www.nysfhc.org/exhibitors.html" target="_blank">Vendor Hall</a> is open to the public!Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-41755210121197288032015-08-06T09:08:00.000-07:002015-08-06T09:08:03.280-07:00Dear Brother: The Civil War Letters of William A. Harding to his brother Palmer<div align="LEFT">
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edition for $5 at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1481915045">www.amazon.com/dp/1481915045</a> and the Kindle edition for $1.50 at </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B013HBLI68">www.amazon.com/dp/B013HBLI68</a>. I have blogged about these letters, and transcribing them has been a work in progress for years. I am happy to finally have them out there for others to read!</span></div>
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The boxer is not John L. Sullivan, but it does reinforce the legacy of the sport in Ireland. Patricia also told me that Charles de Gaulle's wife's governess was from Sneem and was a McCarthy, as was my great-great-grandmother. I have to do further research to see if they are indeed related. And to see if Patricia and I are related...<br />
<br />Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-55452427281157636222014-10-31T06:11:00.000-07:002014-10-31T06:11:43.325-07:00Life in TenementsI was thrilled to be able to stay in a real tenement in New York earlier this month. However, I purchased the book, <u>How the Other Half Lives</u>, by Jacob A. Riis, at the Tenement Museum, and found how sad life in these buildings really was. I almost did not buy the book after glancing at the photos he took over 100 years ago to illustrate his points. The filth and poverty is unimaginable. The Blue Moon Hotel is built in a "newer" tenement, dating from 1879. There had been reforms by then, the most important was providing air ducts into the bedrooms. I realized my hotel room had two of these, one in the now shower. Here is the other:<br />
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So my room would have had two small bedrooms and a living room/kitchen that looked out on Orchard Street. The beam in the ceiling is likely the divider between these. The "inside" windows may have let in a bit of stale air and virtually no light, but this was an improvement on the closets which served as bedrooms in the older buildings that had no air or light. <br />
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History can be very sad, and thinking about the lives of immigrants who came to this country with high hopes of escaping poverty and starvation, only to live in these conditions is heartbreaking. It is no wonder some turned to lives of crime, and it is no wonder children died at such a high rate.Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-49187997334200587822014-10-21T07:29:00.000-07:002014-10-21T07:29:19.696-07:00Staying in a Tenement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;">Last weekend I was an exhibitor at <a href="http://www.thegenealogyevent.com/" target="_blank">The Genealogy Event</a> in Lower
Manhattan. I needed a place to stay, and while searching for a hotel I
ran across the <a href="http://www.bluemoon-nyc.com/" target="_blank">Blue Moon Hotel</a> in the Lower East Side. Built in an old
tenement building and directly across the street from the Tenement
Museum on Orchard Street, I knew this was the dream location for a
genealogist (especially one whose ancestors were poor immigrants and
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The Blue Moon Hotel is a perfect blend of the good sides of both worlds-
my stay there was like stepping back 125 years but with all the modern
amenities. My room probably housed a family of 12 in 1880, but was huge
for just me! In the evenings I could open the window and sit on the
wide sill and watch the bustle on Orchard Street, yet the new windows
were sound-proof at night. Much of the old wood trim and tiles have
been salvaged to decorate the hotel. <br />
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The neighborhood is filled with little restaurants and shops. I was able to attend the Lower East Side <a href="http://lowereastside.org/special-events/pickle-day/" target="_blank">Pickle Day</a>, too, and sample all sorts of pickles including a pickle cupcake and a pickle ice cream sandwich! </div>
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<br />Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-74110872306603787732014-08-01T05:33:00.000-07:002014-08-01T05:33:14.154-07:00The War to End WarsMy family has had an ongoing interest in WWI. Maybe it is watching so much BBC, starting with "Upstairs, Downstairs", then "Brideshead Revisited" and most recently "Downton Abbey". The interest also extends to books. We avidly read all the <a href="http://www.charlestodd.com/" target="_blank">Charles Todd</a> mysteries, and more recently, Ernst Jünger's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm_of_Steel" target="_blank"><u>Storm of Steel</u></a>. This morning I read <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-28581726" target="_blank">this article</a>, and found the <a href="http://cudl.lib.cam.ac.uk/collections/sassoon" target="_blank">archives</a> with the digitized journals- what a treasure trove for historians!<br />
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As a genealogist, I have found that one of my great-grandfathers served in WWI, but in the Italian army, even though he lived in the US. We have a photo taken of him in Palermo, Sicily, in full uniform. My grandmother remembered him going to war, leaving behind a wife and two young daughters.<br />
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More interesting is my great-grandfather-in-law, who was inadvertently key to the creation of Bletchley Park in WWII... His story is told in <a href="http://david-kahn.com/book-david-kahn-enigma-code-german.htm" target="_blank">David Kahn's Seizing the Enigma</a>. Because the story of his war service and adventures are not told beyond this even, I should record it to preserve it for posterity.Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-39159275637911827082014-07-18T03:00:00.000-07:002014-07-18T03:00:09.624-07:00Family RecipesMany families have recipes that have been handed down, and dishes that evoke childhood. My family memories revolve around food too. Grandma Nellie making chicken cacciatore (which as a child I was really disappointed in but now love), Grandpa Eddie's veal cutlet (no dish even in Austria comes close), Aunt Elinore cookies, Aunt Kathryn's vegetable soup... but one recipe my cousins, aunts, sister, mother and I still think about are Grandma Elsie's pickles.<br />
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Grandma's recipe box got lost at some point- she may have thrown it away herself accidentally, and my mother and aunts have most of the recipes anyway, but no one has the pickle one. These pickles were a big production. She got a big crock from a yard sale or something like that. I don't know if she ever made them before she was retired or if it was a nostalgic food memory of her own, but I remember she had to hunt down little cucumbers at the farmers market, and I remember all the grandchildren looking at the scum-covered crock in horror. We would go down in the basement and peek at it as a dare. But most of all I remember the sharp spicy taste of those pickles. Last summer a new friend mentioned making pickles, and I asked her about them. She said that type is called "crock pickles" and she had never made them. I did some research, and the longer they ferment, the spicier they become. One of my aunts thought Grandma might have put horseradish in too. So this morning, I bought some little cucumbers from a farm market and I made a batch of crock pickles. I am using a big glass jar, and the cucumbers are bigger than the ones Grandma used, but it is an experiment. Next summer I will grow little cucumbers in my garden, and if this batch comes even close, I will also buy a big crock to ferment them in. <br />
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It would be fun to write a cookbook that gathers these family recipes along with the stories about the relative it came from. We even have some cards still written by the original great-aunt or grandmother. Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-74772006311837421262014-07-16T12:14:00.002-07:002014-07-16T12:14:53.159-07:00When I'm not in the office...I work from home, or rather from wherever my laptop is. One of my clients asked me what my office is like. It actually doubles as a fiber art studio, but I have a window by my desk, so I can look outside in the winter and watch the birds at the feeder. In the nice weather, I go out here and sit by my pond. If you look closely, you can see a couple of my goldfish.<br />
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<br />Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-8075709486902270572014-05-31T15:19:00.001-07:002014-05-31T15:19:43.680-07:00Where genealogy and sewing collideI have been on a sewing binge. I was inspired this spring to make a 1920's theme summer wardrobe, and I was adding a chambray dress today when I ran out of light blue thread. I did not buy matching thread because I was sure I had several spools, but the full spool is buttonhole thread, so too thick for the sewing machine. I looked in my thread basket and in the box of student supplies for a class I want to teach, and nothing... Not wanting to trek back to the fabric store, I was ready to quit for the weekend when I remembered one other place. I inherited my Grandma's sewing box. <br />
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It isn't really a box; it is one of those 1950's cocktail boxes. She
didn't drink cocktails and she didn't sew, but there were two spools of
cadet blue thread in there! I remember when I was a little girl, and already sewing that she told me she took millinery instead of sewing in school, and regretted it. So why did she have so much blue thread? I realized it was for my Grandpa's
uniforms- he was a bus driver for RTS his entire working life, and his
father did the same before him on trolleys and then buses. A couple of
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Now I will also be wearing a piece of my heritage!Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-47731561123111059102014-03-24T07:02:00.001-07:002014-03-24T07:02:15.449-07:00The Dress, Part 2...The poor dress was in such bad condition, but at least now it looks like a dress and not a dishrag. There is a label inside that says "Oppenheim & Collins, Co." This was a women's clothing store established in New York city in 1901, and in Buffalo, NY in 1905. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oppenheim_Collins)<br />
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This is the front of the dress, I believe. There is an underlayer of silk that has completely disintegrated, and the brown net trim is very fragile and is staining the cream color. But the beading is fairly intact. <br />
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This is the dress from the back. I don't know if the low V was possibly lined. I am also guessing about the placement of the beaded belt around the waist. There are several snaps and hook and eyes that I cannot match up. But there was some mending done on the dress before I did any, so it is possible someone else moved things around. <br />
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The dress is really too fragile to hang up, let alone wear, and I think it will be placed back in the dresser at the <a href="http://www.historicpalmyrany.com/historicalintro.htm" target="_blank">museum</a> for the next person to discover. Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-14981367445483080242014-03-19T13:25:00.001-07:002014-03-19T13:25:37.943-07:00Historic Wedding Dresses<br />
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Now I have to figure out where the front and back are (and the sleeves, waist....)<br />
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<br />Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-15342735815269134082014-02-04T14:24:00.001-08:002014-04-06T08:17:33.061-07:00RIP Philip Seymour HoffmanThis is more of a public service post. It is not about genealogy per se, but it is about friends and family.<br />
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I was 2 years ahead of Phil in high school, and although I did not know him personally, several of my close friends acted with him in school plays, and I distinctly remember his performances in The Crucible, M*A*S*H, and Death of a Salesman.<br />
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I was angry when I first heard the news, and then very sad and nostalgic as I heard old classmates and friends express sympathy and shock. We all need to learn 3 things which will make Phil's death less of a waste: 1) There should be no stigma to seeking treatment for addiction, addiction can happen even if you use just once- the chemistry of these drugs will cause you to need more each time to get the same high. 2) Treatment has to be available to anyone who needs it, without financial or legal barriers. 3) Talk with your children, friends, etc about addiction. Even if they would not even think about using or even experimenting, they will run into someone who does. Look at us this week. Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-91247366401900372272014-02-01T08:14:00.001-08:002014-02-01T08:14:40.419-08:00My handwriting is bad, but...While in Salt Lake City a few weeks ago, I did some research into my husband's family. I was able to solve a couple mysteries. His cousin had put together a wonderful family tree, and I found the answers to two remaining questions. But, of course, came home with another mystery! I believe this excerpt holds the key, but we cannot decipher it.<br />
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This is from a parish register in Loikum, Germany in the 1850's.
Normally the godparents names are in this slot. Because of other
information, I believe the mother and possibly the baby died at birth.<br />
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The third and fourth lines are "kind ist bald darauf
ganz" which means "<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">child</span> <span class="hps">is</span> <span class="hps">soon</span> <span class="hps">quite".</span></span> <br />
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If anyone has ideas, please let me know!<br />
<br />Family Sherlockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995429204463030590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004792930128110414.post-79109542292856638792014-01-27T03:00:00.000-08:002014-01-27T03:00:10.470-08:00How I spent my summer vacation<h4>
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We went to Amsterdam, New York to buy a painting. This even sounds strange to me and those who know me best. <br />
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I have always been drawn to Amsterdam, New York. You can see it in a valley from the NY State Thruway, driving between Rochester and Albany. My sister had the same draw. We knew our great-grandfather was from there, and we remember him as "Big Grandpa", as our only living great-grandfather when we were babies. My sister and brother-in-law were returning home from vacation, and decided to stop in Amsterdam, where they discovered <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amsterdam_Castle" target="_blank">Amsterdam Castle</a> and more importantly, the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Book-Hound/272098960029?ref=ts" target="_blank">Book Hound</a>, a treasure trove of old books. Anyone who knows my family knows about the draw books have...<br />
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We arranged to have a family weekend there, booking rooms at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amsterdam_Castle" target="_blank">Amsterdam Castle</a>, and meeting up at the Book Hound. I did some research prior to the trip, and this was the precursor to becoming a professional genealogist. I found that this part of our family immigrated from Augsburg, Germany to Amsterdam, New York in the late 1880's. So, we drove around the city looking to see if any addresses our ancestors were listed at still existed. They did not. We also had an ill-fated search for graves in an abandoned cemetery, where the warning of deer ticks came too late. Despite the lack of new genealogical discoveries, we found the people in Amsterdam to be incredibly helpful and friendly. While looking for someplace to eat lunch, we asked at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lucky-Mini-Mart-Inc/314161048596425" target="_blank">Lucky Mini Mart</a>, and the proprietor was so concerned that he offered to make us sandwiches! After a stop for cookies and directions at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dolci/111819698866859" target="_blank">Dolci </a>bakery, we had lunch at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shortys-Southside-Tavern/347392826463" target="_blank">Shorty's Southside Tavern</a>, where my teenaged nephew claimed the bacon cheeseburger the best he had ever eaten, and I agreed! The family atmosphere at <a href="http://www.parillosarmorygrill.com/" target="_blank">Parillo's Armory Grill</a> at dinner also appealed to our Sicilian heritage.<br />
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A little over a year later, I had started my genealogy business, and was researching further into my own family. I have been captivated with the story of my Swiss great-great grandmother, who immigrated to Amsterdam, New York also. The <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Book-Hound/272098960029?ref=ts" target="_blank">Book Hound</a> posted a photo of a painting for sale by a local artist, <a href="http://www.brianjacobsart.com/" target="_blank">Brian Jacobs</a>. The subject, a Victorian woman tying her hair back, could have been my ancestor. I had to have it. <br />
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So, my husband and I drove out there for my birthday. This time we stayed at <a href="http://www.halcyonfarm.com/" target="_blank">Halcyon Farm</a>, the most peaceful place I have ever been. There were fireflies galore outside at night and spring peepers singing. We did purchase the painting at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Book-Hound/272098960029?ref=ts" target="_blank">Book Hound</a>, in addition to other memorabilia and books, and had a nice conversation with Dan, the owner. Unfortunately Brian, the artist, was away that weekend, but I hope to meet him in person next time we are in Amsterdam. We again bought cookies at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dolci/111819698866859" target="_blank">Dolci </a>bakery, where the owners feel like family, and we ate dinner at <a href="http://www.parillosarmorygrill.com/" target="_blank">Parillo's Armory Grill</a> again. We visited <a href="http://www.amsterdamny.gov/visitors/parks.php" target="_blank">Riverlink Park</a> that evening, also. We do plan on returning so we can hike around <a href="http://www.halcyonfarm.com/" target="_blank">Halcyon Farm</a>. <br />
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Amsterdam is in the midst of a renewal, and although it has been depressed by the shutting down on industries, it is a surprisingly welcoming place for tourists, whether they are genealogists or local historians or not.<br />
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