Genealogy

 

Genealogy Poem: I went searching for an ancestor. I cannot find him still. He moved around from place to place and did not leave a will. He married where a courthouse burned. He mended all his fences. He avoided any man who came to take the US census. He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame. And every 20 years or so, this rascal changed his name. His parents came from Europe. They could be on some list of passengers to the USA, but somehow they got missed. And no one else anywhere is searching for this man So, I play geneasolitaire to find him if I can. I'm told he's buried in a plot, with tombstone he was blessed but the weather took engraving and some vandal took the rest. He died before the county clerks decided to keep records, No family bible has emerged in spite of all my efforts. To top it off this ancestor, who caused me many groans. Just to give me one more pain, betrothed a girl named JONES.

~~~~~~~~~~

I was chatting in the phone a few weeks ago to a lady who is a relative by marriage. She is an older lady and mentioned that the Genealogy papers which she sent to me need to be updated and rightly so, they do need a good amount of fresh information added.

She is a very sweet lady and we talked for some time about the people on the charts and who was connected to whom. It was mentioned that one of the men listed, in fact an integral part of our history, was a sailor who jumped ship and settled here, might!! have married a lady who then had many, many children to him.

He changed his name it seems from the original and when the researchers in the family looked further into his back ground, they found dissimilarities big! time!

It seems he came from Finland and it might have been that he was from Russian descent also. However the records are showing that his mother would have been very, very young when she had him, suggesting that he had actually changed his age when questioned here.

The spelling of the surname would have been an issue. Who ever was writing down his name on formal papers, could have easily misspelled the surname because of a thick accent and I do not think he would have minded that either.

We had a good chat the older lady and myself and in the end we realized with this relative the family have hit a brick wall, so to speak.

After reading a few Genealogy sites I found a couple of poems that I wish to share here. The one below really made me chuckle after reading it.

Malindy Malindy fell way down deep in love With a mountain boy she knew. But it was quite the proper thing As she was mountain too. She hastened home to tell her Pap That shortly she would wed One likely Mr. Rufus Brown, When Pap looked up and said, No, honeychile, you cain't do that You'll have to find another. Don't tell your Ma but Rufus Brown Is sorta your half-brother. Malindy shed a few tears and slowly went her way And soon she met another boy And hastened home to say, Now, Pap, I'll marry that Smith boy Who lives on down the street. He ain't got no bad habits And he dresses mighty neat. But Pap, he slowly shook his head, And looked across to Mother And whispered now, you cain't do that. That Smith boy's also your half-brother. Then Malindy, she forgot her oath And blurted out to Mother Pap says I cain't marry Rufus Brown Cause he's my half-brother. Then when I loved that Bobby Smith, Although it sounds like treason, Pap says I cannot marry him For just that same old reason. Then Ma says, Honeychile, don't cry. Put on your weddin' cap And marry either one you want. You ain't no kin to Pap! ~~~~~~~~ I take my hat off to all those who research for the sake of their families heritage.