My most memorable Easter was when I was 11 years old (1994). Let me set the scene.
I didn't have chicken pox when my older sister had them and Mom thought she had dodged a bullet. Maybe there WAS something that I was immune to. Think again, Mom.
My little brother caught chicken pox at daycare. The vaccine was just starting to be used and Mom immediately took Seth in to get it. The hope was that he would have a mild case. He did.
Guess who Mom forgot to haul into Dr. Rising's office? Yes, ladies and gents of the genealogy word, our family's pediatrician for three generations was none other than the husband of the late Marsha Hoffman Rising. Anyway, Dr. Rising ended up seeing me in his office two weeks later.
Yup. I had chicken pox on top of chicken pox. It was the worst case of chicken pox that my school nurse had seen (she was a family friend who came over to check on me at my mom's request).
My sister noticed the chicken pox while she was baby-sitting, this was on a Saturday. The next week was Easter. The next Saturday was an Easter egg hunt that my mom helped organize for children with disabilities. Guess who wasn't allowed to go?
It's been twenty years since I had the chicken pox. I can't say that my brother never gave me anything because when he was five he gave me chicken pox.
(Happy Easter, Baby Brother)
There is a birthday in my extended family today but there was no cake or ice cream, no presents, no celebratory dinner, and no phone calls from relatives all over the United States wishing the birthday girl well. She's not here to celebrate it but we will celebrate it for her.
Cousin Sue was born Susanna Lou Potter to George & Charlotte (Bradbury) Potter on April 19, 1928 in Arcadia, Kansas. She married Harold Young on January 8, 1949 in Kansas City, Missouri.. Together they had four daughters and were blessed with several grandchildren before she passed on August 4, 2009 in Independence, Missouri.
On August 28, 2004, Missouri's House Bill 1634 went into effect and genealogists rejoiced. This piece of legislation made changes to RSMo 193.225 and 193.245 (4). These statues are the ones that govern the reproduction of vital records and the information that they contain. After August 28, 2004, death records that are over fifty years old are transferred to the Missouri State Archives and copies of these records can be made available upon request.
In short, death certificates issued by the state of Missouri that are fifty years old or older (since 1910) are made available to the public due to a collaboration between the Missouri State Archives, the Missouri State Library, and the State Historical Society of Missouri.
I had just started to become more interested in genealogy when this occured. At that time, the death certificates were not all online and it required ordering them via snail mail for $1. You could only order 5 at one time.
Why am I telling you this? It brings me to how I became acquainted with Isaac William Jackson Stapp, the older brother of my great-grandmother, Daniel Greene Stapp.
I haven't been around much lately and there's really no excuse for it. I just felt uninspired to write. I will get caught up on entries this week. Without further ado, I have a story for you!
My 3rd great-grandmother, Mary Jane Ray, was one of many siblings. born to John Ray and Susan Hutchings/Hutchins. One of her sisters was Nancy Frances Ray.
A while back (probably two years ago) I uploaded a GEDcom to WikiTree.com. I don't really use it much, but I still allow or reject matches.
Yesterday I was checking my e-mail when I came upon an e-mail from a gentleman named Don. The proceeding information is used with his permission.
I have some AMAZING posts to share with you this week!
Do you remember when I went to Genie Tech 2014 and I saw my friend Kathleen Brandt of a3Genealogy? This week she published a post called Understanding MtDNA. It's a short post which, with the help of infographics, explains the 3 regions of MtDNA.
I was five when I found out that my mom was going to have a baby. I wanted a little sister. I prayed for a little sister. I begged for a little sister. My sister had a little sister so I just thought (in five year-old's logic) that I'd be getting a little sister, too. I didn't get a little sister. Instead, I got a little brother named Seth. Don't get me wrong, I love my little brother. I ADORE my little brother. He's twenty-five years old and twice my size. He's the best little brother, but I still wanted a sister. I would have to wait for a niece because my brother was going to be the baby.
I am BACK with a new installment of GeneaFriends Friday! I have some great things to share with you this week!
This post is alternatively titled "How Distance and Age Made Grandma My Best Friend."
Yes, I'm going to let this picture set the tone of this post even though Grandma would have been horrified by it's presence on the internet and yet amused at the same time. That's just who she was and that is how I will always remember her.
How many ways can you spell Cornelison? Go ahead, I'll wait. Frustrating isn't it? In this marriage license, my 2nd great-grandmother's maiden name Cornelison is spelled Coonealison. The same spelling is used for her father, Martin, who gave consent to the marriage.
In the Ancestry.com transcription of her marriage, the transcriber spelled the name of the town Strappord when it is actually Strafford. This is most likely due to not knowing the area and not knowing how to read handwriting from 1890.