One day back in Nov 1990 Before Hosftra's "Long Island Studies" moved off Campus.
I was spending the day doing family tree research. And you know how you get so involved that you lose track of time etc? And back then the records were kept in two different rooms on one of the Upper Floors of the Library Building (I Think). But anyway, There I am on the brink of a major Discovery, I can feel it my bones. And I'm running back and forth between the record room & the microfische room when I run HEAD ON into (and I mean Physically) Former President Jimmy Carter. I was so shocked, and couldn't believe the secret service let me get that close, but anyway, I had paper and pen in hand so I got his autograph to prove it!
Later I found out that I was probably the only non-staff member in the whole building.
I never even noticed I was the only one there, because I was so engrossed in my family treeing. I picked up a booklet souvenier on my way out. Turns out Jimmy Carter was there giving a speech on Keeping Faith.
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I moved to Texas in 1986 after growing up in Virginia. After living here for about twelve years, I had joined a new church about six months before I became actively involved in doing genealogy research. A year into my research, one of the church members with whom I'd become friends, called me to tell me she and her new husband were taking a sabbatical out of state. Then she asked me how my genealogy research was coming along. I started talking to her about how several of us cousins were in a discussion about a particular family, trying to decide on the maiden name of the wife. I mentioned specific names in my description of these discussions. My church friend became very quiet, then said "Those names sound awfully familiar. Tell me some more of your names." As I began naming this family's members, she became even more intent. She said "I think you and I must be related through this family." It turned out that she is a fourth cousin on my mother's side of the family! I had not even known of a Texas branch of this family as my mother's folks were from Georgia. I had not anticipated that I'd ever live in Texas, let alone that I'd join this particular church. And here over the miles and unimagined "chance", I met a fourth cousin who was able to give me data on a branch of the family about whom I'd never have known.
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My Aunt Kate in Richmond was very dear to me.
We visited Riverview Cemetery on a Sunday and the superintendent's office was closed and the grounds were empty of people and cars. I parked for a moment and then drove around and around looking for Aunt Kate's grave with out any luck.
I drove with the window open and started talking to Aunt Kate.
"I need a little help, you have to help me find you, show me where you are."
I looked over at towards the entrance as a car drove into the grounds and I drove over to meet the car. The man driving was a tombstone installer and knew where the Hall section was. The grave was where I had originally parked when I first entered the Riverside Cemetery.
For over sixty years, no one knew anything about my grandmother's side of the
family. What we knew was very sketchy. But I had a subpeona in my hand and some
old newspaper articles that my grandmother always had in her trunk. I was on the web one day rooting around with surnames and I found someone researching the same name. It turned out that we were third cousins, sharing the same gr-gr-grandparents. He had the same subpeona with his grandmother's name on it
as I had. He filled in all the details of the others on it and the only information
he didn't have was about my grandmother. so I filled him in and he filled me in.
We were able to exchange 'old' pictures and see others of our family.
What a treasure. I only wish my mother and grandmother were alive so I
could share this information with them.
Little was known about my mother's side of the family when I began researching it just last summer. My first find was on the SSDI application of my grandfather; he was born in
Birmingham, AL. While searching census records, I found that my great-
grandmother was living in the same county in Alabama in 1880 as a 10-year old as
the county in which my husband and I now live. The strange thing is that I grew
up in the Midwest, joined the Army out of high school, moved around various places in the South including Atlanta, Chattanooga, Dalton, GA, Johnson City, TN and moved to Alabama in 1996. My mom never mentioned that any of her family was from anywhere except Virginia and Maryland and all of her sibs have passed away a long time ago.
Talk about coincidences...
When we retired in 1982 I decided that a good project would be genealogy.
I started with my fathers,fathers sides I knew it would be a difficult name to search.
It was Brown.I decided I'd better call my fathers only living relative while the opportunity allowed. I call his cousin in Florida & when he heard of my plight he laughed.
"Let me simplify your search for you",he said.
The name was changed from Sandstrom to Brown when your great-great-great
grandfather came over from Sweden.It seems that he hired on as a deck hand in
exchange for passage and when the Captain asked him his name he said"Sandstrom".
The Captain said "that'll never carry in a gale so when I call Brown you come".
Within the year I'd traced the family back to the 1700's
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Charlie Leighton email@example.com
I had found the death record for my Great Grandfather John H. Austin in the Bedford Co. death register. The reason for his death was accidently shot, July 3. 1876.
A cousin ask me how was he shot? That sent me on a quest to find out the specifics.
On a visit to the Virginia Room at the Roanoke Library I sorted thru the Lynchburg Gazette newpaper film and I got very lucky. Here is what I found:
Lynchburg Virginian Thursday Morning, July 6, 1876
Accidentally Killed --We hear of a fatal accident which took place a few miles
above Big Island on Monday. Mr. Archer Talley, a well-known huntsman, and his son-
in-law, a Mr. Austin, started out from the house for the woods, Mr. Talley
being in front and having his rifle in his hand and a bucket swung on his shoulder.
In some way the bucket struck the cock of the gun discharging it, the ball entering Mr. Austin's head near the eye, and killing him instantly.
The "Mr.Archer Talley" was Archibald "Bear Tolley"that has been featured in
numerous articles relating his bear hunting experiences. ( that's another whole story)
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FRANCES H. PARSONS
In searching with my mother for her Lee Co. families she related the story of her grandfather,
Isaac Johnson, died in Confederate prison camp, Camp Douglas, Ill.His friend, Morrison Green,
in prison camp with him from Lee Co. also, returned to Lee Co., Jonesville area ,
I think, and married the widow of Isaac Johnson.
I have just found the military service record of Isaac Johnson, my gr/grandfather
and am still looking for his family, Andrew Johnstone and wife Catherine, his parents.
I think Isaac's brother, Henry, was in the 64th Va. Inf. with Isaac.
Morrison Green came thru Cumberland Gap in a wagon with his children; my gr/grandmother stayed in Kentucky and married a Knox Co. man, Lynne S. Kinningham. A good love story.
I started tracing my family tree in 1999.
I am one of the lucky ones my father and mother were alive as well as a lot of older relatives. While looking for the graves of my great grandparents, I went to visit my mothers 89 year old cousin all he would say was "They are buried at the old home place" I found the old home place and the cemetery but couldn't find their graves.
I went back to the cemetery 6-7 times i even took my Mother with me, but still no luck.
I know they passed away but where are their graves?
April of this year my mother passed away, and before she died I asked her to please
ask her mother where my greatgrandparents graves are at,and to let me know she
made it OK, she laughed and said OK Those were the last quite words we spoke to each
other. May of every year the family cleans the grave yards and puts flowers on the graves, and after everyone had left my husband and I decided to take my cousins to the "Old home place".
Now this cemetery is on the top of a mountain and I have never seen any other people up there. While we were there a car pulls up and a lady and her small child gets out and walks over to a grave and puts flowers on it. I walked up to her and asked her how she was related to this person she said "This is my
grandmother grave". My mouth drops open and I told her my grandmother and her
grandmother were sisters!. She then showed me where my greatgrandparents and other
close relatives were buried.
I looked up to thesky and said "Thank you Mom and I know you are OK".
Sarah Ann (Monroe) Dobson firstname.lastname@example.org
I have been doing genealogy for about 5 years. Nothing pleases me more than to get a hit on the internet. I belong to several pages. I put the name of my husbands
grandfather on a Dobson site and I got several hits. I found out a lot of information and was so excited to meet new relatives. I have done this with a lot of new cousins. I love Genealogy.
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I have not seen or heard from my birth father in over 30 yrs.
I finally decided to locate him & found a name that might have
been his father living in Miami,Fl. I wrote a letter detailing my story and I
recieved an answer back. It was from a lady who said that there was a
connection. She was married to my grandfather who passed away a few years back. She then told me that my father died in 1990 in New york. I always thought that he was living in Florida but I was wrong. I am now trying to find the where abouts of any other family members plus his cause for death. I know that I have a half sister at least living out there. I was wondering if anyone can help me out on how and where I could find out any information about my father or any living relatives that I have never met. thank you
I mailed a request with fee to a town in New Jersey for
a death certificate for a relative who died way back on May 5, 1920.
Months passed by and one there was a letter from the New Jersey.
Opened it and read the date on the death certificate- The Death Certificate arrived May 5, 2001 on the same day and month he died!
My story started 20 years ago, after going to a Titanic exhibition in Liverpool with my Mum. I was telling my Dad about it when he said "You had an Auntie on board the. Auntie Nellie. She survived" We sat and chatted for ages, then I had to find out more for myself. I search book shop's, library's etc. for any information. I didn't have access to a computer but did eventually find a book "A Night to Remember" written by Walter Lord. It has a full passenger list in the back and there was Auntie Nellie. That was it I was completely hooked on finding out anything I could about her. Everywhere I turned drew a blank, that is at least, until just a few week's ago. When I was told about an author Senan Molony and his book "The Irish Aboard Titanic" I bought the book. Much to my surpise, Auntie Nellies story is in it, I e-mailled Senan Molony and he very graciously sent me a photograph of a very beautiful lady and put a face to a name I had hunted for, for 20 year's. After surviving such a massive disaster, Auntie Nellie died
just 5 year's later, during the 1917/18 flu epidemic in New York. Now I am trying to find out where she was buried. If anyone out there can help I would be very grateful. We will not forget you Auntie Nellie. Rest in Peace with all our love, always. The Whole Family XXX
Everyday a group of us would meet for coffee at a local restaurant. This was our habit for several years. One day I recieve a call from one of our group. Terri was beside herself. She said we were related. Now I came from Indiana and she came from Illinois with over 100 miles between the two areas. Her Dad worked with my husband which I already knew, and her Mother came from my hometown which I didn't know. Terri's Great-grandfather James Terrell and my Great-grandmother Mary Ann Terrell were brother and sister. Goes to show you never know where you are going to meet a relative.
My husband & I first met when he was visiting his brother in CA. He was stationed in the Air Force in Texas. He saw me taking photos at the OC Fair & started talking to me. After much long distance corresponding (and a long distance romance) we got married. I started doing more in depth genealogy research on my side and started doing his side. Well, come to find out his VanWicklers and my Abrams had been married in the 1800's!!And according the Brooklyn Eagle they even made the headlines with some outrageous stories.Oh and he grew up in S.Carolina where my other side, the McManus are from. I'm a native New Yorker (Long Island.) You never know who you maybe related to. One more coincidence. My brother (Abrams descendant) is married to a Pearsall descendant who also intermarried with one another beginning in the 1800's.
When you're away from Long Island, you love it and when you're there, you don't.
You think if you're not from Long Island or NYC, you're not really from New York.
You know the exact point at which Queens turns into Nassau simply on intuition.
You don't go to Manhattan, you go to "The City".
You never realize you have an accent till you leave.
At some point in your life you've gone clamming.
Either your parents or your grandparents lived in the city.
You'd pay $8.50 for a movie.
You don't live in Long Island. You live ON Long Island
You know where the Commack Motor Inn is.
Your distant future might involve the state of Florida.
You can correctly pronounce places like Happauge, Commack, Islip, Islandia, Massapequa.
You know the location of 6 malls and a dozen McDonalds and 36 7-11's.
You never, ever want to "change at Jamaica.."
You've tried to find the Amityville Horror house.
No, you don't want mustard on that burger!!
You've had a seagull crap on your car.
You have or someone you know has fallen asleep on the LIRR and ended up in one of these three places; Babylon, Port Washington or Hicksville.
You went to an elementary school that promoted dodge ball as the number 1 game among children 7-13.
You know White Castle is terrible for you and the food sucks but you periodically "Get the Crave".
You want the Yankees to stay in the Bronx, but would probably go to more games if they moved to Manhattan.
You've missed that "Drunk Train", the 2:42 out of Penn and had the dreaded wait until 5:30.
You or someone you know has owned an animal that came from North Shore Animal League.
Quick! Who's the Suffolk County Executive? Don't know do you?!
You've never taken an MTA bus.
The Long Island Expressway isn't really as bad as everybody thinks.
You don't associate Fire Island with gay men.
You know which parts of the Godfather were filmed on Long Island.
You've paid a $10 cover charge to get into a bar, but got nothing for it.
You miss wiffle Ball and running through sprinklers.
You think Islip MacArthur airport is cute and you enjoy watching it grow up.
Billy Joel said it best, "either you date a rich girl from the North Shore, or a cool girl from the South Shore".
You don't really see the big deal about the Hamptons, unless you got smashed at the Bordy barn.
When people ask "where are you from?" you answer Long Guy Land and automatically assume everyone in the world knows that answer means New York.
You've always liked Billy Joel and you own several of his "records"
The Belt Parkway sucks!
Your parents took you to Nathans or Carvel (on the way home from the beach).
Regular gas - $3.39 and you still pay it!!!
You hate paying tolls.
You don't have to go far to see your family.
I was 50 years old when I met the woman I was named after. For those first 50 years as far back as I can recall, I had been told my grandfather had named me. When I asked him where he got my name, he told me he had named me after his Nanny, a servant back in Georgia when he was a small child. I repeated that story all through my life when someone would ask me how to pronounce my name (Alicia = Long A + lisha. No E sound)
He passed away in the late 90's. My mother , ill with cancer five years ago, sat down with me to answer all my genealogy questions she could . I asked her if she ever met "Papa's Nanny"...she looked shocked and said "Your Papa never had a Nanny, they were dirt poor". I then told her what my grandfather had told me about my name. She couldn't quit laughing....must be the Irish in us....once she regained her composure, she told me , my grandfather had a second cousin back in Georgia named Alicia and that was where the name came from.
I began researching my grandfathers lineage and within six months found Cousin Alicia and was invited to Georgia to meet her. Cousin Alicia , I found out was the family researcher as well and through her files , together we have researched my grandfather's mother and father's families. I was introduced to the other members still alive, all in their 80's. Was driven around and shown the old homesteads of my people and the churches they attended , one that is still open , same bldg.I stay in contact and visit with them still.
Virginia Clemens Tuttle
About 15 years ago when I started seriously researching my Clements family, my brother questioned my motives, not considering family history very important. He flippantly stated that I might find lots of skeletons in closet and requested that I find us a "General" or lots of "Doctors. Well, would you believe the first week I found a gr.uncle named "General Andrew J.Clements" with brother named "Doc Early Clements". Thus, began my romance with family names like "Thankful, Patience, Charity, and Pleasant". Just the names of our ancestors is interesting and sometimes romantic "Faith, Love, Hope".
My genealogy quest takes me back to the early 1990's and the obsession of locating my birth family. I have always wanted to locate my mother, father and sister. Since I can remember, everyone told me I had a younger sister. After growing up in so many foster homes, I ended up in a Children's Home for 13 1/2 years. I left and went off to school and meet a wonderful man and married. We have 2 wonderful children and now 3 grandchildren. But I still had a void in my life.
For some reason, I cannot remember, I needed a birth certificate. When I could not locate one, I ask my foster Mom to help me out and she did. She had only a birth certificate number and a State. I sure was surprised to find out I was not born in Georgia, but Tennessee. I did mail off and received a certified copy. When I noticed where my parents were from, I got on the phone and began calling. My father grew up 45 minutes from where I presently live. I did locate his parents and later met him. It was several years later when I located my sister. I was so excited that day.
My next goal was to locate my mother. I had no luck at all for years. So I ask my husband to take a vacation trip back to where I was born and hope to find results. The people were so nice and talk to me about my venture. One nice man came to my aid and took me to see a friend of his at the newspaper. She ask me lots of question and scanned a picture I had of my Mom and I when I was about 3 months old. She ran it in the paper and wote the article. Before I could get home, someone had recognized the lady and knew her sister's in-laws. With the nice lady's help and some connections in Georgia, I located my Mom. It was a glorious day for me and my sister to finally meet our birth Mom. I had not seen Mom in over 50 years. God granted me the time to meet her and let her know I had a happy life.
My next goal is to locate my siblings from my Dad's 2nd marriage.
Because of my history, Family research has been my passion and still continues on. I encourage anyone who wishes to locate Family members, to push forward and do not give up. You will have great rewards one day.
I am researching Brower/DeMott family from Hempstead area with no luck until July this year. I put a message out on the Genealogy boards & had a great response. I got in touch with a distant cousin, and since then our combined research has snowballed. We have found our joint line back to our GGG grandfather Sylvanus Brower, and now through his death certificate from 1884, his father George Brower from Rockaway. Unfoutunately another male cousin had a DNA test done that indicated he was not decended from the original Browers, but we're still looking for links.
Mary Sue Newsom
I started doing research for my father's Newsom's Family. My cousin, her daugher and I searched all most all of Callaway County, MO. She had to return home at the end of a week of about 10 hours days. After she left I was talking to a neighbor and he told me " The graveyard is about a quarter of a mile as the crow flies behind your house". There it was.
i have always been ask "where does that name Beachboard come from" my answer was i don't know, i thought it would be easy to research since they are just a few of us, darn was i suprised, those in england say they are from here, so now i still can only answer with "well, we been here for a long time and there is a bunch of us"
I guess I want to talk about the past. I had relatives in the general Norfolk area. Too bad they are all gone now. The Whittle house on Freemason was the home of mother's cousins, Edmonia and Elizabeth Whittle, daughters of William C. Whittle, Jr. He graduated from the Naval Academy just before the Civil War. His father was a naval officer and the son chose to follow his father. Because he was a Confederate who had been part of the Confederate Navy he went to South America until he was allowed amnesty - about 1867 or so. The Whittle house is a wonderful old Victorian Place. There is a brass plaque beside the front door telling of Commander William C. Whittle, SR. I love that old house. The first floor windows open all the way to the floor! For a small child as I was then it was a fairy tale castle. Didn't need air conditioning back then. The high ceilings took care of that. There is a story that the family had houses near each other allowing the children to play in the street between the houses - think of that. Not a good idea today. Just a comment looking backward. Sally
Something has led me back to looking for further information on my Whittle family. I am searching the web for William Conway Whittle, Sr. The 2nd son of Fortescue Whittle and Mary Ann Davies. This is the Civil War memorial year. There is more now than there ever has been before. I thought after 10 years of searching I hd wrung the well of information dry. I haven't. There is a fairly new web site with my family pretty much in place except for a few changes.I've emailed the person who wrote it all down. Maybe (s)he will respond and I will find a living cousin. That would be nice. I wish I could find some living Sinclair cousins. After the "WAR" they moved to Baltimore and some of them moved to New York. They began in VA about 1745, avoiding the Scottish "Rising of 1745" The battle of Culloden ended the idea of a separate Scottish nation. Arthur Sinclair settled in Cobham, Surry Co as a merchant and "factor" (maybe). There are at least 6 generations of A
rthur Sinclair. The first Arthur had one son, Arthur who became a naval officer in the war of 1812 and the earlier Barbary Pirates. His home was where the later coal docks were in Norfolk. My Tams cousins were part of the coal company who built those coal piers. Arthur (#2) daughter Elizabeth Beverley married William C. Whittle. She and their oldest son died in the yellow fever epidemic of 1855. He returned to Norfolk to find this had happened - how terrible for him. The younger Whittle children had left Norfolk to get away from the epidemic. Strangely enough, two young men whose families would later be in-laws were part of the crew on the ironclad CSS Virginia at her battle with Monitor - Arthur Sinclair and Reuben T. Thom, cousin of Dr. William Alexander Thom, of Eastville.
Alfred Pembroke Thom, Jr. married Rosalie Beirne Whittle. Conway McNeece Whittle, son of William C. Whittle, Sr.
The best part of genealogy is finding the story of each family. I have tried to find the story of each person. For instance Conway Whittle married a widow named Boush.
My brother and I were visiting the small town of Paintsville KY with hopes of finding information about our "Long" family. The public library has a substantial collection of genealogy records. We asked the Librarian for directions to a cemetery in Johnson County. A man, later identified as Val M. asked if we were inquiring about Joel D. Long of the KY39th Regiment of the Union Army. He then asked if we would like to see our great-great-grandfather's picture from the 10th Anniversary of his regiments reunion. It was Joel! I lived in NC, my brother in NH and Val was visiting from OH. No one in our family had seen this photo before, although we had a photo of Joel. Who says timing is everything. That being said, we feel through DNA, someday we can confirm the origin of our great great great great grandfather William Long, born 1755 and died 1822 near what is now Independence Va. Many speculations, but no factual evidence of where and who both of
his parents were and where they were born. My brother has submitted DNA via 23andme and rematch.com.
Years ago when genealogy was all done in a library with books and microfilm, I decided to spend a Saturday doing research. When I got there all of "my" books were already on the table. I waited for the occupant to come back and asked him if we could be cousins, because of all the books. Turns out we could be related. Our third great grandparents were siblings! We swapped info and I filled him in on our line, which he knew nothing about. This was over thirty years ago. We are FB friends!
I've been the family historian for nearly 20 years, and it's an obsession to reel in all family members either with photo's or headstones. My mom's little sister died in 1921 from diphtheria while living in Poplar Bluff, MO. Shortly thereafter, the family migrated to Kansas, and never returned to Missouri. Ninety years after Lola Mae's death, I felt the need to find Lola Mae's grave even though nobody was still living that could provide details of the location of her grave. With a plan in mind, I first obtained a copy of her death certificate which, of course noted the name of the cemetery where she was laid to rest. After a six hour drive from my home in Louisiana, we arrived at the cemetery in Poplar Bluff. My husband pulled over and parked the car while I sat and surveyed the hundred's of headstones fanned out across acres of land. There was no way we would be able to locate Lola Mae's grave. Barely had I expressed my sentiments when a SUV pul
led up beside us and a woman called out to ask if she could help us. I rushed towards her, waving the death certificate in my hand as I told her I needed help finding a grave. We were parked not ten feet from her office where we were invited to come inside while she looked at records. She not only told me the location of the grave, but escorted us to the exact place which was within walking distance. After studying the death certificate and comparing names with the records on file, we were told that the Coroner was also the same person that owned the plot where Lola Mae was buried. He was also the owner of the monument company, and casket company! Of the six plots within the same unit, two other small children had been buried, none of whom appeared to be related to this man. The remaining three plots were still vacant. Obviously, this was a man with a heart of gold. One who saw to the expense of caring for the grieving families of these children. Telling this story is my attempt to share this amazing Divine Intervention that put me where I needed to be to meet the one person that could provide much more information that I could have imagined.
brenda mccartie firstname.lastname@example.org As i got older i wanted to find my ancesters.my mum before she died gave us a list of her great grandmother down with great aunts and uncles.i retired and started researching with the help of a fantastic site,family tree forum.it was with there help i have found where my ancesters came from and i have found some living reatives in england,wales,scotland,ireland,canada,america,i cant beleive how addicted it is.and exiting when you find your relatives.i wish mum and dad where her so i could tell them all i have found.i have an half cousin i didnt know we have met.i have photos of a grandad i never knew.and of my great grandparents.i intend to carry on.i also have found some secrets too .....brenda x