Showing posts with label Genealogy Research. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Genealogy Research. Show all posts

Saturday, August 4, 2018

BYU Conference on Genealogy and Family History - Day #1

BYU Conference - Day #1
I love this conference.
This year marks the 50 year anniversary of this conference, and I feel so very honored to have been to so many of them. My first one was in 1994 when I had no idea where my life would be leading me. I was a mother of a young family, and was trying to do my best to raise them, and keep on doing my passion - genealogy work.
It was also where Neal A. Maxwell asked those of us in attendance how many had been asked how far back we had gone in our research.
All of us raised our hands.
He then issued the charge that it doesn't matter how far back we've gone. Perhaps we should concentrate on cleaning up what we already have.
I have taken that charge quite seriously.
Elder Bradley Foster was the plenary speaker this morning, and a few of the videos that were shown at RootsTech were also shown here. And, they get me every time. When I think of the billions of people who have lived on this earth wondering if they ever mattered...they matter.
I took an excellent class from Jim Beidler on German research. Then, Kory Meyerink, Jill Woodbury, and a rep from FamilySearch completed the lineup before my presentation on Ohio - the Great Land Experiment. I do believe it was well received.
In the evening, Kerry and I attended a reception to celebrate the 50th anniversary of this conference. He and I sat and talked with Curt Witcher for quite awhile as we ate and listened to some of the most beautiful music emanating from a harpist. We could have left at any time, but we all stayed to listen to the harp.
It's been a wonderful first day. And, I'm thrilled to run into friends that I dearly respect and love.

Steve Young, Curt Witcher, Jim Beidler

Lisa Louise Cooke and Janet Havorka

Michael Hall and Mary Kozy

Michael Strauss and Don Snow

BYU Conference on Genealogy and Family History - Day #2

BYU Conference - Day #2
I loved the comments in the opening session this morning. David E. Rencheralways does such a stellar job in bringing the world of genealogy to the forefront.
Today, I purposely concentrated on attending classes from people I had never heard before. And, not letting them know who I was. Not that I'm important, or anything like that at all...but, sometimes people can get rattled when a seasoned person is sitting in the audience.
Me? I'm grateful; for they're there when I stumble.
But, I was also grateful to sit in on two classes taught by men I have respected for awhile. Curt Witcher taught one of the best classes ever on Native American ancestry. I have a particular interest in this subject, and was madly taking notes. He was one of the first speakers I ever heard when I first started out, and he is still just as relaxed and informative as ever. I wish I could hear it twice.
I also heard a marvelous class on railroad research by Michael Strauss. All I can say is double wow! This presentation was the maiden voyage for him on this topic, and I wish I could hear it twice, also. He is another excellent presenter whose classes are filled with evidence of the massive amount of research he has done.
I am so fortunate to be able to hear such wonderful people. Someone once asked me what I do at conferences when I'm not speaking. Are you kidding me? I'm taking classes! Yes, especially me! From one end of this country to the other, through many venues, I have been taught by the masters of the field.
Kerry spends the mornings and afternoons at the Harold B. Lee Library here on the campus. There are many who do their research at this facility instead of making the trip 40 miles north to Salt Lake City. He has been enjoying his time alone there.
I still have work to do in the evenings, for I have a few preparations to do before going to visit Jordan and Erik, going north to Portland to visit Harmony, and eventually arriving in Arlington, Washington for the Northwest Genealogy Conference.
I have spent the evening catching up with sisters, children, friends from home, and relishing all of the new things I've learned today.


BYU Conference on Genealogy and Family History - Day #3

BYU Conference - Day #3
Just when I think my brain is saturated and I can't learn one more thing...I learn one more thing.
This morning's plenary session was given by Curt Witcher, who has never disappointed me in any class where I've had the opportunity to listen to him. I'm not going to go into detail as to the content of his talk, for it was one you just had to be in attendance to listen to. And, perhaps he will give it in a venue you may be attending.
Let's just say that I walked out of that session a different person than when I walked in. Kerry sat beside me hanging on to his every word. It was that good.
It was on to more classes! I listened to a great talk on Civil War pension files, followed by Michael Strauss giving one of his great talks on World War II. He is one of those "must see" speakers when it comes to talks on anything military.
After lunch, I went straight out of the chute with my Amish/Mennonite presentation. I think I gave some things for people to think about in tracing their German heritage. I finished up the day with a class on Ohio.
But, in between those last two classes, I had a chance to sit and talk with some of the finest people I know. Pat Richley-EricksonMarie Andersen, Don Snow and I sat and caught up with each others' lives. How I loved talking with them! They have been involved in genealogy longer than many people have been alive, and their dedication to good research is profound.
Don is one of those men who always sounds like he's smiling when he talks. He's the happiest man! And, he maintains a website with a vast amount of handouts that you can find here:
http://uvtagg.org/classes/dons/dons-classes.html
This evening was spent at the home of one of the organizers of this conference. I have been to his home before when he hosted many of the speakers, as well as locals, who have spent the day or on their feet, or have traveled a distance to be here. It was a warm and inviting evening with all of us just kicking back and relaxing.
A couple of people have asked me about this conference, which is in its 50th year. I believe I heard there are over 600 registered. That is quite manageable. The conference center is perfect, for the rooms are not spaced too far apart and the halls are wide. Because of its location, it is a mostly LDS audience. But, it's not limited to LDS, either by attendees or speakers.
Tomorrow is the last day, and I have two more classes to present. And, I'm one of those kinds of people who stay until the last class of the conference. That's a tough class to teach, for people have been absorbing information all week. But, I hang out until the end, because it's the right thing to do.

Kerry and Peggy with the "Y" behind us.

A reminder to us all.

Pat Erickson, Peggy, Marie Andersen, Don Snow

Friday, August 3, 2018

BYU Conference on Genealogy and Family History - Day #4

BYU Conference - Day #4
It's the final day of the BYU Conference on Genealogy and Family History. And, I'm a wee bit tired. And yes, I woke up with someone singing to me that I needed to arise and get out of bed. And yes, it was Kerry.
The plenary speaker today hit it out of the park. Wow. Todd Hansen is a local celebrity and star of BYU's "Story Trek". He was one of those people that you wanted to just keep on speaking and not stop. Actually, all of the plenary speakers had that effect on me.
Todd told the story of his being bullied while a young boy. This led to extreme shyness that took him years to overcome. Now, he knocks on strangers doors and asks them to tell him their story, for he feels every person has one. The clips from his shows were difficult to see through many moist eyes.
If you are fortunate enough to have BYU TV, then I would suggest tuning in to watch his remarkable show. You can read about him here:https://www.deseretnews.com/…/The-story-behind-Todd-Hansens…
The final day of breakout sessions soon followed, and I did my final two classes, making a total of five for this conference. On the first day, they announced they would no longer be printing paper syllabi as they have for the past fifty years. All come on a flash drive. Actually, it costs the same to print one off at the UPS Store as it does to order one here. I wonder if other conferences will follow suit.
I must say the lunches at this conferences are worth every bite! Utah is king of breads! Each day, they were ordered from a different vendor, and Kerry and I wolfed them down.
However, today was a different day. It was the ICAPGen luncheon, of which I am a member. It was over twenty years ago that I received the credential of AG, and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I thought I was good. But, working toward that credential polished me up in ways I didn't know I needed polishing. Every five years, I recertify...both to the credentialing body, and to my own self.
It was so satisfying to see so many of these good men and women who are credentialed, and those who are on the path toward becoming an AG. They have three time the number of applicants than they did last year.
I stayed until the very last class was over. Don Snow, one of the people I sat and talked to for about an hour, along with Pat Richley-Erickson and Marie Andersen, is about one of the smartest men I know. He is one year older than my oldest sister, and was a former Math Professor at BYU. His wife taught Humanities.
He just amazes me. Oftentimes, we make the mistake of thinking those younger than us possess the brilliant and quick minds. Well, I do. But, in that, I am wrong. Some of the best advice I have received in research and technology have come from those who blazed the trails long before I came along.
After bidding goodbye to the many attendees and presenters that were left, Kerry and I left to go visit a friend who has been in either a rehab center, a nursing home, or the hospital for the past several years. Laura Leigh Moorewas quietly sleeping when we walked in, but it didn't take long for her infectious smile to light up the room. We only stayed a short time, and she only had one request. She wanted to hear what Kerry sings to me to wake me up.
I stood there with head down, wagging it back and forth as he sang to her. I can't get away from it.
Then, we drove to the chapel that Marie Andersen attends each week. For the longest time, she has been wanting me to come and see the organ in their building. Today was the day.
My.gosh.
I have never seen an organ like this! I was thunderstruck when I walked into the chapel and saw the pipes and the ornate carving from a distance. I reverently walked toward it, for an instrument of this magnitude had me standing in awe.
The lady who let us into the building turned it on, and left so I could have some fun. I was almost scared to touch it, but I finally sat down and played "Hallelujah". There were few stops on it, but the sound took my breath away.Laura Prescott, this was the organ played by Doug Bush. There are youtube videos and even CD's of him playing it.
Here is how a tracker organ works by wind:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracker_action
Now, we will visit with some family tomorrow, and begin our trek to visit more family.
BYU Conference on Genealogy and Family History, you did it again!


Michael Hall, Curt Witcher, David Rencher.  Kerry is behind them.

With Debbie Shurtz Gurtler

With Diana Elder






Wednesday, January 31, 2018

We All Need A Coach Sometime

We all need a coach sometimes.

We get stuck,
and just need a new set of eyes
to give us a fresh look.

Last year at RootsTech,
I volunteered to help out at the
Coach's Corner.

I was so happy to be able to point some of the attendees
in a different direction for their research.
And, I even had some pointers
that others gave to me.

This year, 
the Coach's Corner will be running again.

So consider taking the time to look through your research,
and have an expert help you see a different approach
to your research.

Here is how to sign up:

Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Kentucky Research Adventures Never End

15 Sep 2016

MissPeggy and her sisters are at it again. This time,we are in eastern Kentucky, where I am speaking at a conference tomorrow.
Conversation in library:
First man: Well, if it's your baby you need to make things right.
Second man: Well, it just might be.
First man: What are you going to do to make it right?
Second man: Well, I can give her a goat right now, maybe another one later.
First man: That's a good start. It will let her know you're not going to leave her without something to get along with.
Second man: I don't want her to think I'm a knucklehead.
(I know. I shouldn't be eavesdropping. My sisters and I are trying to hold our faces together.)
And, our memories when we passed a familiar town...
Betty: Oh, this is where we followed a man on a horse!
Me: That's right. I turned around in a gas station and got behind a man on a horse. We followed him all the way into town.
Fern: It seems like something else happened here.
Me: Yes, we ended up in the middle of a parade.
Betty: I remember that! It seems like it was a noisy one.
Me: Betty, you had the trombone section beside your window.
We all nod our heads in fond and solemn memory.

16 Sep 2016
I'm fixin' on crying.
There is a young man in the library with us. He is trying to reconstruct his life.
First, his house was flooded and filled with mud. They tried to save what they could
When he finally got it all dried out, it caught fire and he lost everything.
Now, he is here with us trying to copy photos out of school yearbooks so he can have some sort of memory of his life. This is one of many things he's using, besides just trying to find any relative that may have a photo of him.
I'm telling you, I'm fixin' on crying.
AND
This is a library like no other I have ever been to.
They have fed us since we walked in the door. We have had grapes, cheddar cheese, bottled water, granola bars, plus pork chops. Yes, pork chops. Someone brought in extras they had fixed for lunch and asked if we all would like somethin' to eat.
Of course!
Then, she opened up this big tray and there were pork chops an inch thick, with mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon, and biscuits.
Now, she walks in with a box of donuts.
We don't ever, ever want to leave. Please let us roll out and spend the night, for we want to know what's for breakfast!
Oh, and we have found lots of genealogy, too!


17 Sep 2016

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner at the Ramada Inn in Paintsville, Kentucky. We enjoyed something we hadn't had since our grandmother was alive -- potato salad made with mashed potatoes.
I know it may sound a bit odd, but one bite into it brought back every memory we had of visiting her during the summers. The restaurant here had the absolute perfect blend of the pickles, two kinds of onions, etc. Oh, it was good!
Opening festivities tonight included a "Meet and Greet", again with all sorts of foods. I can't remember a time when I have grazed every moment since I pulled out of my driveway. (My mom used to get so mad at my dad when we traveled. She would pack it all up, and he would have it gone before we got out of town.)
There was a wonderful man and woman who spent an hour playing Civil War songs. Both of their voices were good and quite clear.
Another conversation I was part of today:
Man (from a county I'm researching in): Ma'am, what are the names of the people you're looking for?
Me: (I rattled off about a dozen from that county)
Man: I know ever (yes, ever) one of them.
Me: How do you know them?
Man: I drive past their graveyard.
Me: I know right where it's at!
Man: I drive a school bus there ever day.
Me: Are you serious? I've been on that road! Your front end meets your hind end comin' around those hairpin turns.
Man: I know, ma'am. I have to get out and pull my mirrors in.
Me: On your bus?
Man: On my bus. I have to squeeze between two trees. If they get much bigger I'm going to have to figure out how I'm going to do it, for I'm tired of getting out and bending those mirrors in.
Me: Which county do you drive for?
Man: Depends on which curve I'm on.
Good grief.
Later on...
Me (talking to an older woman): I think my tooth is flaring up on me.
Woman: Do you have any sheep dung?
Me: Sheep dung?!?! (trying to recall my mom talking about it)
Woman: I can bring you some tomorrow if it's still a-painin' you.
Me: Uh, no. I do believe I brought something with me to help it some.
Woman: Well, you just let me know.
Me: Oh, I will...
Now, I'm not telling you these things to make fun of the conversations I've had. Not at all. This is Appalachia, and sometimes things run at a different speed here.
These are fine, fine people with deep German and Scots/Irish roots. And, if I ever had to live off the land during famine or a depression, this is where I would want to be.
God bless them all.
AND...

Speaker at conference giving directions to his bookstore...
Man: It's just around the corner from...
Audience: ?
Man: It's two blocks from ...
Audience: ?
Man: It's just down the road from ___ Gun's Supply.
Audience - all in one voice: Oh! We all know where that is! We'll find your shop!!!


18 Sep 2016

Miss Peggy is reflecting after a whirlwind three days with her sisters.
After my sisters fell asleep Friday evening, I thought I heard someone singing. I went to the door, and went out to the hall (like an indoor courtyard) and followed the singing down to where I looked over an atrium. There was a bunch of people attending a Baptist convention, and they couldn't sleep. So, they got up, went downstairs, and started up singing. I stayed upon the balcony and sang right along with them.
As I got back to the room, I tiptoed back to the side of the bed by the wall and window, and got stuck. Something was sticking down my back in my nightgown holding me hostage. I called for Betty, and she jumped up asking what in the world had happened.
That stupid rod that you pull the curtains back and forth with somehow got wedged down my back, and was holding me like a puppet, not able to move.
She got me out of my fix, only to have the same thing happen about ten minutes later.
Fool.
The next morning, a couple were standing behind us at breakfast when the woman said, "You look so familiar. Were you the one on the balcony singing with us?"
Me: (Sheepishly) Well, yes it was. I apologize for being in my nightgown.
Woman: Well, honey...you looked a heck of a lot better than the folks at Walmart!
I have stepped up.
Breakfast was to die for this morning. It was all of the stuff I grew up on - bacon and eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy, fried apples, waffles, etc.
After being interviewed by the local television station, I began my series of talks, beginning with "Following the Money Using Tax Records". I had these people hollerin' and slappin' the legs - over tax records! Probably because so many of mine were listed as "Distillers" on the actual records.
In between classes, a woman came up to me and asked me if I knew much about "those Mormons". I responded that I did, for I am one. She then proceeded to tell me all about "those Mormons" digging up their dead folks. I assured her that WE didn't, emphasizing that she was indeed talking to one. She said a friend of a friend of hers told her they did, so it must be true.
Honey, just go sit back down.
Soon it was time to leave. After eating and talking and laughing and eating some more and laughing some more, we drove with the beautiful moon shining on us through the hills.
We reminisced about an earlier time...
A turkey buzzard swooped down across the windshield, lodging in the front left fender.
Me: (driving Fern's Toyota van) Good grief!
Betty: What in the world was that thing?
Me: I think it was a teradactyl.
Fern: Is the van okay?
Me: I'm going to pull over and check.
Me...pulling feathers and body parts out of the grill. My sisters are freaking out.
I then noticed that the fender was dislodged from the main body. I cleaned out more feathers, snapped everything back together like Legos, got in the car and drove on.
Fern: Are you sure it's okay?
Me: Are we driving?
Fern: Yes
Me: Do you hear anything flopping?
Fern: No
Me: We're fine. Let's keep going and find us a cemetery.
I will miss my sisters when they're gone. Of course, I'm assuming they will go before me, which may not be the case. But, I can tell things are a bit harder for them than they used to be.
Perhaps, just perhaps, that is why I was born so many years after them.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

A Probate Tickler?

Once again, I have learned something I didn't know that I didn't know.

It's a probate tickler.

I learned about this term from the FamilySearch Wiki, and it was completely a foreign term to me.  Here is a definition from the Washington state page: 

I learned that ticklers are used in many, if not most areas where probate records are found.
The county clerk is usually the custodian of probate records. The records include wills, fee books, claim registers, legacy records, inheritance records, probate ticklers, and dockets.
Content: Probate Records may give the decedent's date of death, names of his or her spouse, children, parents, siblings, in-laws, neighbors, associates, relatives, and their place of residence.
You can obtain copies of the original probate records (such as wills and estate files) by writing to the county clerk at the county courthouse.



Though there may be some checklists available for examining probate records for our ancestors, I haven't run across one as concise as the current one shown above.  Several websites stated they are used to be able to check items off within a time frame.  Many are done electronically today.

Perhaps devising a tickler that can be used for searching ancestors' estates would be a benefit.  Several of mine run across many months, even many years.  This would help me keep track of the process.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

How to keep from turning rotten


I have been speaking or teaching in front of others
since I was just a young girl.

I love it.

And, there is one thing I encourage students in all of my classes
to do when they get home.
And, that's to put into practice what they have learned.

Don't go home and put the materials on a shelf,
only to bring them out a year later
when it's time to attend the same conference again.

We tend to take notes,
have some "Aha" moments,
and see where we could use some of the methods being taught.

But, we go home and put it on a shelf.

So, I am giving myself the same advice I give to others.

Don't forget to do what you have learned.

Today, I am reflecting on moments from RootsTech.
I am reliving the friendships that were renewed,
the great classes I attended,
the Expo Hall,
the keynote addresses,
and the new things I promised to do when I got home.

I always enjoy meeting up with Scot and Maurine Proctor.
They are both excellent writers, and he is one of the best photographers ever.
Follow Meridian Magazine here.

I really enjoyed the husband and wife duo that write the blog http://lovetaza.com/ 
I had honestly never heard of them before, but I'm all for the great ideas shared in documenting their family's story for generations to come.

I was finally able to meet Genealogy Jen!
She is one of the most delightful women ever, and has such enthusiasm for genealogy.
It's always refreshing to make contact with those that can lift us up,
especially when we have been involved in something for decades.
She is one to watch.

None of us will ever forget the moment Stan Ellsworth came riding into the venue on his Harley.

I sat near him during his interviews, and was continually inspired by his love of all things America,
and all things history.
I teased him, and said that his appeal to the younger people is that he doesn't look like the traditional history teacher wearing khakis, a blue shirt and tie.
I was inspired by his every word.

I needed to spend more time looking through Innovator Alley.
It was filled with vendors that were both new and well-known.
And, it was always busy.

I have continued admiration for Newspapers.com and Fold3.com
Both of these companies have helped me tremendously in my research,
and it was nice to be able to thank them personally.
Newspapers.com helped me locate one of my husband's ancestors, 
who sadly committed suicide in San Francisco many years ago.
Fold3.com continues to help me with my military ancestors.

Paula Madison was a surprise to me.
I had heard of her, but had not heard her story.
I had the opportunity to hear her twice; once at the media dinner, the other as a keynote.
Each of us had a lump in our throats.

Amie Bowser Tennant lives about an hour or so from me in Ohio.
But, I have to go clear to Utah to see her!
She is an excellent blogger and researcher.

I honestly can't remember the company that displayed this large book,
but I can remember feeling a commitment to tell my own story 
as I try to tell the stories of my ancestors.

I have followed Renee Zamora's blog for years.
It's always wonderful to meet up with her in person.

Rayanne Melick and I always seem to find each other.
I grew up with her husband, and his parents were close friends of my parents.

I always love the swag I get at registration.
Perhaps this is the one that means so much to me.
I am honored when I am invited to present a class anywhere.
The size of the class just does not matter,
for whether there are 5-6, or hundreds, they get the same quality of class.
My Homespun and Calico class was recorded and streamed,
and is now there in the archives at rootstech.org 

So, what did I learn?

1.  I learned that the genealogy research process is basically the same as it was when my parents were doing research.  You go from the known to the unknown.

2.  You research thoroughly - today known as a "Reasonably Exhaustive Search".  My parents searched the same way 50+ years ago.  They left no stone unturned.  If they learned of a new place to search, off they went.

3.  It is SO important to gather the memories and the stories of the previous generation.  If my parents were in position #1 on a pedigree chart, they knew every single person on that chart.  Think of it - four generations, and they knew them all.
When you touch someone of the older generation, you are touching history.

4.  I learned that there is much to learn.  Even though basic research remains the same, better research is still ahead of us.  The documentation and good citations are an essential part of our research, for it gives us credibility.

5.  I learned that even when a class is too far away, or perhaps the class is too full that you wanted to attend, it's okay to duck into another one.
There are no coincidences.  One of the best classes I ever attended was one I slipped into when I was too tired to keep on going.

6.  I learned that technology is vital in our research.  And, just when we think there couldn't possibly be anything new, there is something new.  I loved the Innovator's Showdown, where rising companies competed in showing what they have developed.  They are so smart.

7.  I learned that sometimes it's okay to take a break at these mega-conferences.  Some of my down time was in the media hub.  Some of it was sitting at a table eating lunch.  Some of it was just lingering after a class had let out.  We were just common, ordinary people sharing dilemmas, and solving them, too.

8.  I learned that I'm never done.  The history of my family keeps me on my toes, but so does the coming generation that will join my family.  I want them to learn about me "through" me, not through something my children will tell them.

9.  I learned how important it is to take good notes in the sessions I attended, and in the Expo Hall.  I spoke to thousands of people.  There is no way I can remember all that I talked about.  So, note taking is a must.  So is going over those notes once I return home.  I look at them while they're still fresh.

10.  I learned that it's important to keep my mind active and learning.  My husband's mission president used to tell all of the missionaries, "When you're green, you're still growing.  When you're ripe, you're almost rotten."

I rest my case.