So many thanks to Thomas over at Geneabloggers. I just won a pair of tickets to the Family History Expo in Mesa Arizona. I’m so excited! I can’t wait to go….What makes it even better is that I found out today and tomorrow just happens to be my birthday…Happy birthday to me!!!!
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I know I don’t have a lot to show, but I really have been a really good Genea-Girl this year….It was a slow start.
I decided that I want to pursue my certification (CGRS) and possible start researching family histories professionally. I joined ProGen, and the National Genealogical Society. I have used my love for social networks to join Geneawise to learn from others.
I know that there are right ways and wrong ways to research, Genea-Santa…but I believe that networking with other Genealogists is a good way to learn what do to and how to get past stumbling blocks.
I also developed a new non-familial project. I found a photo album from a Knowlton Carson, and am going to be researching that family line. I hope to use him as the basis for my certification. So far I have found his parents, his Paternal Grandparents, his wife, her parents, and his children. I have even attempted to contact both of his daughters and am hoping that they will be gracious enough to let me interview them.
So there you have it my dear Genea-Santa, all I really want for Christmas is an interview with both of his daughters to provide some more clues.
(AKA, Da Momma)
It’s strange, I don’t remember any generational christmas ornaments growing up. I remember making ornaments as a child, especially those pipe cleaner candy canes that I could hang on the tree. Pipe cleaners shaped like the canes…then those triangle-shaped beads that you group together by twos in alternating colors of red and white…and then those homemade dough ornaments. I remember making a star cutout ornament with that dough and a tree, and then I remember painting the things…but that was when I was 5 years old. But I don’t remember seeing any ornaments from my mother’s childhood.
How Odd. I supposed that also explains why I had to start over again when I became an adult. It never occurred to me to ask my mother for any when I moved out.
I will have to break that tradition and let the girls take one or two (or even more) when they move out….they can start over, but they should start out with family ornaments.
I decided to participate in the Advent Calender from GeneaBloggers but realized that I had to skip the first day. I am hoping to post each day as a small diversion from my current Genea-project.
We’ll see how it goes.
Growing up, my mother would make tons (I’m almost being literal here) of Chocolate Chip cookies to give as gifts. Somehow I didn’t think that my parents had that many friends to warrant 100+ Dozens of Cookies, each of them baked by my mother, who was juggling cookie sheets and trying valiantly to keep my dad and I from filching a cookie here and there. Who would have thunk that my mother could keep track of that many cookies, to the last damn chip no less. She KNEW when one was missing.
Either that or she was an exceptional guesser.
Regardless, I had the Toll House Chocolate Chip recipe memorized by the time I was seven. Mom actually toned down the cookies by the time I was eight. That’s when she discovered the jet-puffed marshmallow creme and the “heavenly Fudge” recipe on the back of the label.
There was no stopping her after that.
It was kind of like Bubba from the Forrest Gump..”Shrimp cocktail, Shrimp Scampi, Fried Shrimp, Boiled Shrimp, Shrimp soup…” only with my mother it was the Jet-puffed Fudge. Mint, Orange, With nuts, Cherry, Raspberry..She might have been a tiny bit pathological, but the jury is still out on that.
There were also the savory foods for the holidays….Always Turkey, potatoes, Stuffing, Green Bean Casserole, Packets of brown gravy mix. And the Candied Yams.
The Yam’s were a tradition from my greatgrandmother. The one that passed two months prior to my birth. I had to eat them every year both on Thanksgiving and Christmas, to honor said Grandmother. The kitchen counter was set up like a buffet and there was always that 3 quart square casserole dish. Silently judging your worth by the scoop you put on your plate. A dish full of cinnamon laced, light orange glop, piled high with canned whipped cream.
I was an unworthy kid. I hated that dish. The high point of my first Christmas as an adult was that I didn’t have to make Candied yams. My mother has made it a point to bring a dish anytime she comes over for the holidays. I don’t eat it, the kids aren’t fond of it, and Keith can’t stand it. Needless to say the dogs like when my mother comes by on the holidays.
My girls will hopefully add Macaroni Salad to their holiday list as they grow older. They will probably ditch the Green Bean Casserole….we shall see.
This was posted at GenealogyWise today…OMG, that is too funny. And disturbingly probably accurate.
Okay nothing too major today, just some Gene Pool funnies that I have found whilst roaming around looking for dead people.
- Heredity: Everyone believes in it until their children act like fools!
- I trace my family history so I will know who to blame.
- Genealogy: A hay stack full of needles. It’s the threads I need.
- A family reunion is an effective form of birth control
- Old genealogists never die, they just lose their census
- So many ancestors…so little time!
- Whoever said “seek and ye shall find” was NOT a genealogist
Top 10 Indicators that you’ve become a GENE-AHOLIC – Author unknown
- You introduce your daughter as your descendent.
- You’ve never met any of the people you send e-mail to, even though you’re related.
- You can recite your lineage back eight generations, but can’t remember your nephew’s name.
- You have more photographs of dead people than living ones.
- You’ve ever taken a tape recorder and/or notebook to a family reunion.
- You’ve not only read the latest GEDCOM standard, but also you understand it.
- The local genealogy society borrows books from you.
- The only film you’ve seen in the last year was the 1880 census index.
- More than half of your CD collection is made up of marriage records or pedigrees.
- Your elusive ancestor has been spotted in more different places than Elvis!