The Proximidade Award

Janet Iles of Janet the Researcher awarded me with the Proximidade Award:

These blogs invest and believe in PROXIMITY – nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers, who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

I love how many of the recipients are forwarding this award on to newer genea-bloggers! It’s that kind of spirit which includes the newbies as well as us “oldies” that makes the genea-blogging community such a welcoming one! I decided to gift some of my fellow “oldies” before they got “taken”. They are all pioneers in the genea-blogging movement, and their blogs are all on my must-read list:

The footnoteMaven
Jasia of Creative Gene
Craig Manson of GeneaBlogie
Terry Thornton of Hill Country of Monroe County, Mississippi
Randy Seaver of Genea-Musings
Kathryn Doyle of the California Genealogical Society and Library Blog
Lisa Louise Cooke of Genealogy Gems News
Denise Olsen of Moultrie Creek

And thank you, Janet! I’m honored!


"Week Forty-Three: The New Year" Posted at AnceStories2

This morning I posted “Week Forty-Three: The New Year” over at my journaling prompts blog, AnceStories2: Stories of Me for My Descendants. How did you celebrate the New Year growing up? How do you celebrate now?

Do you wish your ancestors had left some sort of written record of the events in their lives for you? The next best thing is for you to record your memories for future generations!

Friday Findings: VALK, LEWIS, McCLELLAN, Markham Twp Ancestry

I haven’t done a Friday Findings post in a while, and as I’m slowly returning to posting more of my regular “columns”, I thought I’d start here. Friday Findings is a feature I started last summer to record my weekly research finds and cousin connections. I hope to do a better job of keeping up with this. This post covers the past two weeks.

Last week, I had two cousins leave comments on the guestbook at my family history website, also named AnceStories. I’m delighted to hear from them, and need to take the time to compose thoughtful, comprehensive e-mails as responses.

I have spent a lot of my online research time during the past two weeks trying to find as much as possible about one of my brick wall ancestors, Levi E. McCLELLAN (or McLELLAN). The Michigan vital records at FamilySearch Record Search helped me to determine that he was indeed married twice, and not just once. Confusion came about because both wives had similar names. His first wife, my ancestor Clarissa Mary (or Mary Clarissa) CLEVELAND, was born c. 1832 in New York state. She last appears on the 1870 Federal Census with him and the children, William, Cornelia (my 3rd-great-grandmother), and Edwin in New Haven Village, Macomb Co., Michigan. In 1880, Levi is living with wife Mary C. FORD, along with a 10-year-old son Ira, and two step-children in Detroit. Finding son Ira’s marriage record, also at FamilySearch Record Search proved that he was Clarissa’s son and not Mary’s. Mary appears in the 1890 Veteran’s Census as a widow of two veterans, Levi being one of them. So Levi died sometime between 1880 (when he appears in both the Federal Census in Detroit and the 1880 Detroit City Directory) and 1890. The 1850 Federal Census gives me a possible mother, brother, and niece for Levi. I’ve decided to spend my Christmas money on obtaining Levi’s Civil War Veteran’s pension record from the National Archives to see what genealogical gems I can glean from it.

Markham Twp., York Co., Ontario Ancestry
Janet Iles was kind enough to let me consult her regarding what Markham Township records are available so that I can try to knock down some other brick wall lines, my WILKINSON and either TERRY or LAMONEAUX lines. I’m hoping to find the marriage record of Richard WILKINSON and his wife Mary, who seems to have two surnames (TERRY and LAMONEAUX).

A Quiet Day

It’s been a very unusual Christmas Day. We are on Plan C, or maybe it’s D; I’ve lost track.

Originally, our plan was for everyone (my parents from Northeast Washington, my brother from Western Washington, and our household) to meet at my sister’s home in neighboring Spokane Valley. Unfortunately, severe winter weather, with 30 of 39 counties receiving record amounts of snow, has once again played havoc with our plans.

Because the City of Spokane Valley decided not to plow past noon yesterday and because my sister has a truck in comparison to my parents’ and our cars (which get around pretty well but still can get high-centered on unplowed roads), we changed to plan B and decided to meet at my house. I live half a block off the main street in town which becomes the highway heading north to the community where my parents live, two hours away. My folks were going to bring the turkey and mashed potatoes, Sis was going to bring stuffing and gravy, and we have green bean casserole, pies and beverages here.

My brother was unable to make it cross-state. Thankfully, he did not venture off Whidbey Island and end up stranded. My parents are snowed in up on the mountain because the county did not plow the road that goes to within a mile of their home. Dad was able to snowblow his driveway, but the private road from the driveway to the county road is unplowed since the neighbor with the truck plow has not headed into town as she had planned. Half of the gifts we ordered for our kids did not arrice. One, for my son has been here in Spokane at the Fed Ex warehouse since Saturday, according to the tracking system I’m using online. UPS delivered the other half (part of a video game) late last night; it’s useless without its counterpart. My daughter asked us to pay some of her bills for Christmas, since she’s currently unemployed. We did so, but ordered a gift for her to open Christmas Day. The best I can figure, it’s sitting in a post office on the west side of the state. Fortunately, my husband and I yesterday picked up a couple of small things for the kids to open today “just in case.” Turns out, we needed them. My husband and I don’t normally exchange gifts on Christmas Day. We enjoy going out together after Christmas and treating each other to the sales and specials. So for the first time in memory, neither he nor I are opening individual gifts on Christmas Day.

Phone calls to my parents-in-law and sister-in-law’s family in Southwest Washington informed us that they have received 14 and 18 inches of snow (and counting!) respectively, and will be quietly celebrating apart instead of together.

We’re hoping to get together with my family sometime this weekend, and also with my brother-in-law’s family here in town (who are celebrating with his parents-in-law today). Tonight, in lieu of a big turkey dinner, we’ll have my husband’s favorite one of meatloaf and some of that pie. UPS also delivered a box of Hickory Farms from my parents-in-law last night, which we’ve been enjoying this afternoon.

It’s quiet, it’s small. But the four of us are warm, safe, together, and have power. Our loved ones are all home and safe (and my three little nephews have plenty of new Christmas toys to keep them entertained, my sister assured me over the phone). I’ve been playing on the computer (digital scrapbooking, searching online databases in hope of a “Christmas find”, and having a private Scanfest). My husband spent several hours shoveling snow (which has become a daily occurence over the last week) and is enjoying a well-deserved nap. My daughter is also enjoying the teenaged luxury of sleeping, while my son tries to bargain me into letting him be on the desktop (our wireless service is crud, and our laptop doesn’t connect well to it–not a chance, Bud!). I’m perfectly content to wait a few days until the family gatherings and gift-opening begin. 🙂

Merry Christmas!

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Revisiting Advent Memories No. 24: Christmas Eve

Advent Memories No. 24: Christmas Eve

A Hot Head Will Not Melt the Snow, But it Can Get You Booked

This has absolutely NOTHING to do with genealogy, but I had to post it for the laugh. It came tonight in an e-mail update that we receive from the Spokane Police Department. Obviously, Officer Eckersley has a great sense of humor! Kudos to our city police and fire departments and road crews, along with the mail carriers and everyone else that has to be out in the awful three feet (and still falling) snow.

A hot head will not melt the snow, but it can get you booked

On 122308, at about 3:30 P.M., an armed man confronted snowplow drivers in the 400 block of west Providence. The incident started when the man’s elderly mother went outside to confront two plow-truck drivers who were clearing the residential street she lives on. The woman began yelling at the drivers and her 53-year-old son, Clay Moon, came out of the house as well. Clay expressed his opinions about the downfalls of snow banks while holding a handgun as he yelled at the plow drivers. No shots were fired. A short time later, the City Streets Dept received an anonymous phone call from a male. The male threatened that the next plow drivers would be shot. The phone call was traced back to Moon’s residence. Spokane Police Officers responded and investigated both incidents. They determined that Moon was the suspect in both cases. A loaded handgun was located at his residence and he was booked into the Spokane County Jail for Felony Harassment. The truck drivers were not injured in the incident.

Everyone in the city has been affected by the heavy snow fall. Several days of dealing with it have caused tensions to rise and police calls for service are increasing. Most people are digging in and helping out their friends, neighbors, and perfect strangers. I ask those people to continue with the Holiday spirit as there is more snow to come and we will all suffer through it. Remember, when July comes, we will all be laughing about those crazy days in December. Try not to reflect on those days from your shared cell at the Spokane County Jail.

Officer B. Eckersley #649