tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168480036264218532024-03-14T07:05:17.252-07:00Ancestry By KevinDedicated to passing family history on to future generations and having fun doing it. Join me!AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-35467443091750885862019-08-13T17:32:00.001-07:002019-08-13T17:32:21.610-07:00There are so many tools available to help with finding your roots today. One that is gaining popularity is Ancestry's DNA test. It started slow but has gained so much steam. Almost every day we find new family members. Is today the day that you find out you have a new niece? Happened not long ago. <br />
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Good LuckAncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-73208847793817750992016-07-05T16:36:00.001-07:002016-07-05T16:36:49.233-07:00The "Tradition" of Mary Dyer & Lady Arabella Stuart<div align="left" style="box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #420000;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">There is no proof to this legend. <span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Times;"> </span></span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">It is still fun to think you are related to royalty.</span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #420000;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Mary was supposedly the daughter of Lady Arabella Stuart, first cousin of King James, by her 3rd cousin, William Seymour. When Queen Elizabeth died in 1603, she left no heirs and the crown shifted to other descendants of Henry VII. James I was the son of Mary, Queen of Scots, a great granddaughter of Henry VII. King James felt threatened by the equal eligibility of his cousin Arabella, daughter of Elizabeth Cavendish and Charles Stuart, James' uncle. (Charles was also a great grandson of Henry VII.)</span><div align="left" style="box-sizing: inherit; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Arabella had no desire to be Queen, but aggressive political suitors from England and France hoped that, by marrying her, they would capture the throne and restore Catholicism to England. King James, made rather anxious by this prospect, prohitited his cousin from marrying anyone. But Arabella fell in love with Sir William Seymour, also a descendant of Henry VII and they were secretly wed in 1610. Within a year, they had a daughter [unsubstantiated], which disturbed King James further, as this marriage doubled Arabella's qualifications to the throne. He order Arabella sent to Highgate and William Seymour imprisoned in the Tower of London.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Arabella tried to flee Highgate, dressed as a man, but although she escaped from prison she was recaptured on board a ship headed to Calais and sent to the Tower of London where she spent the remaining four years of her life. William Seymour escaped to France and when he eventually returned to England after the death of King James, he became tutor to the eleven-year-old Prince of Wales, the future King Charles II.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The infant daughter was left in the care of Arabella's lady-in-waiting, Mistress Mary Dyer, who gave her own name to her adopted child and brought her up quietly and reclusively in the country. King James sent out scouts searching for the child, but was denied information by anyone who was questioned. When Mary was twenty-two years old, she married her foster mother's first cousin William Dye</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"><strong style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: bold;">LADY ARABELLA STUART </strong>As a descendant of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Henry VIII</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">'s older sister </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Margaret, Queen of Scotland </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">(from her second marriage), Arabella was a claimant to the throne. In the reign of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">James I</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, she was imprisoned in the Tower for marriage to William Seymour (who also had a claim to the throne through the Suffolk line) without the monarch's consent. She died in the Tower and was laid to rest in Westminster Abbey near her Stuart relations.</span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Arbella's father died in 1576 when she was still an infant. She was raised by her mother Elizabeth Cavendish until 1581. The death of her mother left six-year-old Arbella an </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">orphan</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, whereupon she became the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">ward</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">William Cecil, 1st Baron Burghley</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">.</span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">During most of her childhood she lived in the protective isolation of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Hardwick Hall</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">with her maternal grandmother, the redoubtable </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Bess of Hardwick</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, who had been married in 1568 to </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">George Talbot, 6th Earl of Shrewsbury</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">. There were, apparently, periodic visits to the court of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Elizabeth I of England</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> and to </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">London</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, including one that lasted for a few years, from September 1589 to July 1592. Historian David Durant has suggested that, during this period, "In effect Bess was moving the operational centre of her business empire from Derbyshire to London".<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>2<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></sup></span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">An extant note in </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">French</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, written to </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Lord Burghley</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> in Arbella's </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Italic</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> hand and addressed on the eve of the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Spanish Armada</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> battles, was dated </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">13 July</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">1588</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> and "postmarked" from the Talbots' Coleman Street Residence in London. It is certain proof of the London visits.<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>3<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></sup></span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">About 1589, one "Morley" became Arbella's "attendant" and "reader," as reported in a dispatch from Bess of Hardwick to Lord Burghley, dated </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">21 September</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">1592</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">.<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>4<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></sup>Bess recounts "Morley's" service to Arbella over "the space of three years and a half." She also notes he requested a lifetime stipend from Arbella based on the fact he had "been much damnified by leaving the University"; this has led to speculation that 'Morley' was the poet </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Christopher Marlowe</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">.<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>5<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></sup></span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">For some time before 1592, Arbella was considered one of the natural candidates for succession to the English crown, after her cousin, Queen Elizabeth I (Marshall, 601). However, between the end of 1592 and the spring of 1593, the influential Cecils, Elizabeth's Secretaries of State Lord Burghley and his son Sir </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Robert Cecil</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">) turned their attention away from Arbella towards </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">James VI of Scotland</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, regarding him as a preferable successor.<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>6<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></sup> Burghley wrote "If my hand were free from pain I would not commit this much to any other man's hand".<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; white-space: nowrap;">[<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400;">citation needed</em>]</span></sup></span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">In 1603, after James's ascension to the English throne, there was a plot (in which Sir</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Walter Raleigh</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> was alleged to being involved) to overthrow him and put Arbella on the throne; but when she was invited to participate by agreeing in writing to </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Philip III of Spain</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, she reported the plan to James.<sup style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; white-space: nowrap;">[<em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400;">citation needed</em>]</span></sup></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.2px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #4e453f; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.2px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Owing to Arbella's status as a possible heir to the throne, there was discussion of an appropriate marriage for her throughout her childhood. It would have suited the</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Roman Catholic Church</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> for her to marry a member of the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">House of Savoy</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> and then take the English throne. A marriage was also mooted with </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Ranuccio</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, eldest son of</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Alexander Farnese, Duke of Parma</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> and </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Maria of Portugal</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">. According to the<em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Curiosities of Literature</em> by </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Isaac D'Israeli</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, this scheme originated with the Pope, who eventually settled on his own brother, a </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">cardinal</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, as a suitable husband for Arbella; the Pope </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">defrocked</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> his brother, freeing him to marry "Arbelle" (as the Italians spelled her name) and thus claim the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Kingdom of England</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">. Nothing came of this plan, and in fact there is no direct evidence that Arbella was either a believing </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Catholic</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> or a</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Protestant</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">In the closing months of Elizabeth's reign, Arbella fell into trouble via reports that she intended to marry Edward Seymour, a member of the prominent Seymour family.<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; white-space: nowrap;">[<em style="box-sizing: inherit;">citation needed</em>]</span></span> This was reported to the Queen by the supposed groom's grandfather, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Edward Seymour, 1st Earl of Hertford</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">. Arbella denied having any intention of marrying without the Queen's permission, which she would have required for any marriage to be legal.</span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">In 1588, it was proposed to James VI of Scotland that </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Esmé Stuart, 2nd Duke of Lennox</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> should be married to Arbella, but nothing seems to have come of this suggestion.<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>7<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></span> In 1604, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">Sigismund III Vasa</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;">King of Poland</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; color: black;"> sent an ambassador to England to ask for Arbella to be his queen. This offer was rejected.<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; white-space: nowrap;">[<em style="box-sizing: inherit;">citation needed</em>]</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">William Seymour The 2nd Duke of Somerset.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">In 1610, Arbella, who was fourth in line to the English throne, was in trouble again for planning to marry William Seymour, sixth in line, grandson of Lady Catherine Grey, a younger sister of Lady Jane Grey and a granddaughter of Mary Tudor, younger sister of King Henry VIII and Arbella's ancestress, Margaret Tudor. Although the couple at first denied that any arrangement existed between them, they later married in secret on 22 June 1610 at Greenwich Palace. For marrying without his permission, King James imprisoned them: Arbella in Sir Thomas Perry's house in Lambeth and Seymour in the Tower of London. The couple had some liberty within those buildings, and some of Arbella's letters to Seymour and to the King during this period survive. When the King learned of her letters to Seymour, however, he ordered Arbella's transfer to the custody of William James, Bishop of Durham. Arbella claimed to be ill, so her departure for Durham was delayed.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The couple used that delay to plan their escape. Arbella dressed as a man and escaped to Lee (in Kent), but Seymour did not meet her there before their getaway ship was to sail for France. Sara Jayne Steen records that Imogen, the virtuous, cross-dressed heroine of William Shakespeare's play <em style="box-sizing: inherit;">Cymbeline</em> (1610-1611) has sometimes been read as a reference to Arbella.<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 0.8em; position: relative; top: -0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">[</span>8<span style="box-sizing: inherit;">]</span></span> Seymour did escape from the Tower, but by the time he reached Lee, Arbella was gone, so he caught the next ship to Flanders. Arbella's ship was overtaken by King James's men just before it reached Calais, France, and she was returned to England and imprisoned in the Tower of London. She never saw her husband again and died in the Tower in 1615.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">William and Mary's marriage had been prohibited by James I, Arabella's cousin, as they were cousins. When James learned of their June 22, 1610 marriage, both were imprisoned. Arabella managed a clever escape for them both but she was caught and later died in the Tower of London. Even James suspected them of having a child. They were definitely together long enough. Arabella was confined for a time at her uncle's estate, long enough to have given birth, and during that period she refused to travel on the basis of her "frail health." Many family members and supporter's wished to see her or her heir take the throne, although she herself did not wish to, and would have been able to provide her with the means to protect such a child. Three years after Arabella's death James had the matter investigated. Far from settling the matter, his "final report" added fuel to the rumors. He declared that "If such a child existed, it was of no threat to him" period. He should have been able to find out, and it would have been to his advantage to declare that no child existed. Given her age (born about 1612), the high level of education Mary Dyer obviously had; her closeness to Ann Marbury Hutchinson (a member of the royal court and relative of Arabella who would have been in her 20's when Mary was born), the mystery of such a woman having appeared, seemingly from nowhere at age 22, the day she married William Dyer (from a family with close ties to the families of Ann Marbury and William Hutchinson) is just too much to be coincidence. In one of her letters to William she mentions "Rachel weeping for her lost child" as if it were a code that they both understood. Add to this, Arabella's closest confidant, her aunt Mary, became estranged from her during her last year in the Tower over an unmentioned matter about their respective religions. Mary was a Catholic and Arabella was a Protestant, but from what we do know, the matter was not about either Arabella's choice of faith, or her tolerance for her aunts. Was it possibly over Arabella's desires for the upbringing of her daughter? We do know that shortly after the death of king James would have reached them (and after the death Ann Hutchinson and her family) Mary Dyer left New England for London. Leaving a new born child, in addition to her other children, she sailed alone to England in the dead of winter, not the prefered time to travel. She remain there for some time, during which she became familiar with George Fox, later becoming a Quaker. Her husband visited her there, and no credable reports of marital difficulties between them have surfaced. She returned home after Cromwell took the power of the throne for himself. After this time she throws herself into her support for the Quakers, ending in her death. Contradicting this myth is the research by and others which demonstrate the unlikehood of Mary Barrett being the daughter of Lady Arabella. For example, see </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The "Tradition" of Mary Dyer & Lady Arabella Stuart</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong style="box-sizing: inherit;">William Seymour, 2nd Duke of Somerset</strong> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">KG</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> (1588 – </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">October 24</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1660</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">) was an English nobleman and Royalist commander in the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">English Civil War</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Seymour was the grandson of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Edward Seymour, 1st Earl of Hertford</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> and </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Catherine Grey</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, which thus gave him a distant claim to the throne through the latter's descent from </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Mary Tudor</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, younger sister of Henry VIII. His parents were </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Edward Seymour, Lord Beauchamp of Hache</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, and Honora Rogers. William was the great-grandson of the first </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Duke of Somerset</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">He married, firstly, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Arbella Stuart</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, daughter of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Charles Stuart, 1st Earl of Lennox</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> and</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Elizabeth Cavendish</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, on </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">22 June</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1610</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, in a secret marriage. Arbella was thirteen years his senior, and the marriage was disapproved of by King </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">James I of England</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> - the marriage of two potential pretenders to the throne, who were fourth and sixth in line to the English throne, could only be seen as a threat to the ruling dynasty. As a result, William was condemned to life imprisonment in the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Tower of London</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> (thus becoming the fourth of five generations of Seymours to spend time in the Tower). In June of 1611, he escaped from the Tower, and planned to meet up with Arbella and flee to the Continent; bad weather and other circumstances prevented their meeting, and Arbella was recaptured and herself placed in the Tower, while William managed to reach safety abroad. Arbella died in 1615, without their ever being reunited.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Seymour married, secondly, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Lady Frances Devereux</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, daughter of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Robert Devereux, 2nd Earl of Essex</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> and </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Frances Walsingham</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, daughter of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Francis Walsingham</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, on </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">3 March</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1616</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> at </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Drayton Bassett</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, and had seven children:</span></div>
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<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">William Seymour (1621–</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">16 June</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1642</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">)</span></li>
<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Robert Seymour (1622–1646)</span></li>
<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Henry Seymour, Lord Beauchamp (1626–</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">30 March</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1654</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">), married Mary Capell and had issue.</span></li>
<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Lady Mary Seymour (1637–</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">10 April</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1673</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">), married </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Heneage Finch, 3rd Earl of Winchilsea</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> and had issue.</span></li>
<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Jane Seymour (1637–</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">23 November</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1679</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">), married </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Charles Boyle, 3rd Viscount Dungarvan</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> and had issue. Ancestors of </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">.</span></li>
<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Frances Seymour (1642–?)</span></li>
<li style="box-sizing: inherit; list-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">John Seymour, 4th Duke of Somerset</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> (1646–</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">29 April</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1675</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">) married Sarah Alston in 1656. No issue.</span></li>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Seymour, who succeeded his grandfather as Earl of Hertford in 1621, became a prominent member of the opposition to King </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Charles I</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> in the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">House of Lords</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, supporting the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Petition of Right</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> of 1628, and co-signing the letter of the 12 Peers of 1640, along with his brother-in-law the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Earl of Essex</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">However, Hertford parted company with the more radical opponents of the King in the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Long Parliament</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> in 1641, and was created Marquess of Hertford by the King. In the Civil War, Hertford, along with such figures as </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Sir Edward Hyde</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, was a moderate royalist, and throughout sought a compromise settlement, continuing unofficial negotiations with his brother-in-law Essex, who became the Parliamentary commander, throughout the war. He was nevertheless a trusted supporter of the King, who made him guardian of his son the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Prince of Wales</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, and who undertook several important military commands in </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">royalist</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> service over the course of the war, commanding troops from </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">South Wales</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">After the end of the First Civil War and the King's imprisonment, Hertford was the most prominent nobleman to remain alongside the king throughout his captivity, and was with him up until his execution in 1649. During the Interregnum, Hertford largely kept himself away from both politics and royalist conspiracies, believing that the monarchy would be restored given time, and that conspiracies would only delay the restoration.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">When the </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Restoration</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> came in 1660, Hertford was restored to all his former positions, and his services in the Royalist cause were further recognised by </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Charles II</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> who restored Hertford to his great-grandfather's dukedom of Somerset which had been forfeited in 1552. He died at </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Essex House, London</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> and was buried on </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1 November</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">1660</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> at </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Great Bedwyn</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">, </span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Wiltshire</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">. He was succeeded by his grandson</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">William Seymour</span><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Shared by Robert Holmes on www.ancestry.com and attached to William Dyre William Dyre is the 9th (possibly the 8th) great grandfather of Harold Melvin Wotton (1911-1994)</span></div>
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Less than an hour's drive from Rockland, Camden, Bar Harbor, Mount Desert Island and Acadia National Park, the inn is located on Coastal Route 1 in Searsport, a seacoast town famous for its clipper ships and sea captains in the mid-1800s and today considered the antiques capitol of Maine.</div>
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In August, 1794, Brigadier General Hanry Knox acquired the original deed to the Watchtide property. General Knox, one of George Washington's most reliable aides during the American Revolution, was the new nation's first Secretary of War and is acknowledged as the founder of the U.S. Military Academy at West Point, N.Y. After General Knox sold the property, well-to-do merchants and sea captains resided here until the Pettee family purchased it in 1901 and retained ownership for half a century. One of the daughters, Frances Pettee, and three roommates from Wellesley College opened a tea house on the site in 1917 which evolved into the College Club Inn, one of the most popular stopping-off places on the Maine coast. The inn hosted many notables, among them Eleanor Roosevelt who made regular visits with her entourage as she traveled the coastal route to Campobello Island in New Brunswick, Canada, where the Roosevelt family spent their summers. In April, 2000, the College Club Inn was placed on the National Register of Historic Places by the U.S. Department of the Interior. A framed document certifying this recognition hangs proudly in the main entry hall at Watchtide . . . by the Sea!</div>
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The present owners and innkeepers, Patricia and Frank Kulla, take great pleasure in continuing the tradition of hospitality established at the inn many decades ago. Today, as in years past, they are welcoming guests to enjoy the warmth and special ambiance of a stay at this unique, historic bed and breakfast inn overlooking beautiful Penobscot Bay.</div>
AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0Hancock County, ME, USA44.471031231561874 -68.9282226562544.289547731561875 -69.25094615625 44.652514731561872 -68.60549915625tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-38174563333222831702015-09-10T15:03:00.000-07:002015-09-10T15:57:47.914-07:00Solano County Genealogical SocietyWe had the opportunity to visit the Solano County Genealogical Society library located on the 2nd floor of the Old Town Hall building, 610 E. Main Street Vacaville, California, 95688. We were given a thorough tour by the President of the society Jerry. <br />
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They have some unique (to Solano County) records that are available for your research. Of interest to our military researchers, a catalog of ship rework information on microfiche. In addition, they have a good collection of early church records, cemetery records, and local family history. <br />
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Check your local area for a Genealogical Society. While you are there make sure to drop a few coins in the donation bucket to help keep them going. For more information 707-446-6869 and www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~cascgsi.AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-41842707424528742332014-08-13T08:53:00.001-07:002014-08-13T08:53:31.639-07:00Tonight America's sweetheart, Valeri Bertinelli, is featured on the "Who Do You Think You Are". Tune into The Learning Channel on your local system. For more information www.tlc.com/tv-shows/who-do-you-think-you-are. A fantastic show about finding your past.AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-5412366972837233042013-07-17T09:13:00.000-07:002013-07-17T09:15:16.205-07:00American HopeNote; This post is a year in the making. It is about hope for America. Life has thrown a few setbacks and hope had a hard time shining through. Then I had the opportunity to visit the John F. Kennedy library in Boston last week. Fifty years after his death JFK gives me hope. So after a year in the box, what do you think America?<br />
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I have been accused of having a poor memory. The truth is it is more like selective memory. Most of us fall into this category. There have been times in our history when we all grab onto a memory and hold it for life. The good times and the bad times. The traumatic and the great. I’m not going to talk about the days watching Kennedy burial or the towers falling. Let’s talk about hope.<br />
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My first memory of hope was of a young President Kennedy in front of the camera, speaking at Rice University September 12th, 1962; “We choose to go to the Moon, not because it is easy but, because it is hard”. If you would like to listen to the speech; http://er.jsc.nasa.gov/seh/ricetalk.htm. There were thousands of hours over many years leading up to that decision. It was that moment in time that I understood what it was like to be a proud American. <br />
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My second memory of hope was the very second that Neil Armstrong put his foot (OUR FOOT) on the moon. Neil Armstrong said it best; “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”. Neil Armstrong did not consider himself a hero. He once said that when his foot touched the moon it was for every American now and for all those that would follow. <br />
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The third time was during a speech by President Ronald Reagan. Part of his speech;<br />
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“The poet called Miss Liberty's torch the ``lamp beside the golden door.'' Well, that was the entrance to America, and it still is. And now you really know why we're here tonight.<br />
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The glistening hope of that lamp is still ours. Every promise, every opportunity is still golden in this land. And through that golden door our children can walk into tomorrow with the knowledge that no one can be denied the promise that is America.<br />
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Her heart is full; her door is still golden, her future bright. She has arms big enough to comfort and strong enough to support, for the strength in her arms is the strength of her people. She will carry on in the eighties unafraid, unashamed, and unsurpassed.<br />
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In this springtime of hope, some lights seem eternal; America's is.<br />
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Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.”<br />
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Is America done? Where is our hope for our future? I feel the hope trying to get past all the rhetoric coming out of Washington. I hear the hope of everyday Americans fighting for opportunity. I see young high school graduates that are reaching for something to be hopeful about. As long as our Government rules the people it is very hard for all this hope to find a foothold. Maybe it is time for the Government to get out of the way and let Americans build our future? You want to see hope? Give someone an opportunity to earn a job rather than hand him a check. You want to see hope? Let people make a lot of money and not treat them like a criminal.<br />
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America is hope! We hear how much the world hates America however, people from all over this world want to come to America. Why is America the greatest country this world has ever seen? The answer may be in it’s people. American’s are from every country, every religion, every belief, every color, every age, height, weight, and with physical and mental limitations. Together there is nothing we can not do. The differences are what unite us. AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-45525281523517248952012-12-12T16:37:00.000-08:002012-12-12T16:45:30.792-08:00Quiz 5, What show did this actor star in before Captain Kangaroo?<br />
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One of my favorite shows growing up was Captain Kangaroo starring Bob Keeshan. What show did he star in before Captain Kangaroo? How about what part did he play?<br />
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Passed away September 19th, 2012 at the age of 82 surrounded by her family in Vacaville, California. <br />
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Born Ramona Iona Parker June 9th, 1930 at the Wray hospital in the town of Wray, Yuma County, Colorado to parents Julius Sparks Parker and Dorothy Latham (Ward) Parker.<br />
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Ramona grew up in the Depression first living in Vernon then Wray Colorado, North Plat Nebraska, Denver Colorado and then back to Wray at the break out of WWII. She stayed in Wray until she graduated in 1948. <br />
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She met Ben in May 1953. When Ben was deployed to Goose Bay Labrador, Ramona worked in Denver. Ben returned in 1954 and they were married November 30th, 1954 in Oakland, California. The Air Force kept them on the move. El Paso and Amarillo Texas, Castle Air Force Base California, Orlando Florida, and Vandenberg in California. When Ben started working for United Air Lines they moved to San Mateo and then to Hayward California. Then 12 years in Fremont and 4 in San Jose California. The moved to Vacaville California in 1979 and stayed.<br />
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Ramona’s life was dedicated to her family. She was a homemaker, cub scout den mother, girl scout leader, baseball team mother, and various other roles supporting her children’s activities. Her hobbies included crafting, decorating, collecting teddy bears, brass figures, paintings, and traveling 49 of the United States, Mexico, and Canada.<br />
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She is preceded in death by her Mother, Father, and sister Jane (Parker) Jones.<br />
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She is survived by her husband of 21,113 days Benjamin Franklin Reed IV, Son Benjamin Franklin Reed V and family of Danville, daughter Karen Ramona (Reed) Sigler and family of Suisun City. She is also survived by the numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren she had opportunity to spoil, and her favorite teddy bear Godfrey. (ssshhh! Don’t tell the others)<br />
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Services- Ramona was cremated. The ceremony was on the Oregon coast line where she spent many hours enjoying the serenity. She would comment; “I always felt free and relaxed by the ocean coast.” <br />
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We celebrate the life of Ramona and are thankful to God for giving us 82 years. The bible says that Jesus died for our sins so that we could be without sin in front of Him. Hold her close Lord, she is one of your very special angels. Ramona, until we meet again, thank you for being a great Mom to all of us. <br />
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Milo Livingston Sigler<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgy4brrbfeis-He_zcZrDNFig2AEzXVDqVga5tWtrLSTVTRFrmhEK2Pj_aSpQVIcRU5CuRzMnbWxA-hNHTSngBT64Smv-Dc4xR5VZB80CxVlx-Og1B6rsjaPJiSpMICoQRTRIGY2Jvlc_f/s1600/Milo+Matson+and+the+Browns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgy4brrbfeis-He_zcZrDNFig2AEzXVDqVga5tWtrLSTVTRFrmhEK2Pj_aSpQVIcRU5CuRzMnbWxA-hNHTSngBT64Smv-Dc4xR5VZB80CxVlx-Og1B6rsjaPJiSpMICoQRTRIGY2Jvlc_f/s200/Milo+Matson+and+the+Browns.jpg" width="200" /></a>Milo was born February 12th 1917 in Glidden Iowa. A small town in Carroll County. He had a big sister Marion just two years older, a brother John three years younger and a brother Elwin four years younger. His Dad, Matson Sigler, was a farmer that was strong as an ox and would take on Mohamad Ali if given the chance and a couple drinks. His Mom was the twenty year old Bertha Mae Livingston. Not cut out for the farm life Mom moved on when Milo was very young. Unable to care for Milo by himself, he put Milo on the Browns ranch working for his keep. That’s the Browns on the left and Dad Matson on the right. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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Milo was known as a prankster. Yeah he was the one that put the little girls pony tails in the ink well. Not able to stay under the radar when he was young, he got in trouble quite a bit. His worst infraction was when he and a couple school buddies waited in a tree for the girls to walk under the tree on their way home from school. He was able to hit two of the three girls with his careful aim. A hard valuable farm worker by the time he was ten, Milo learned everything about working the farm, most importantly about leaving the farm. Although you could never take the farm out of him, he knew there was a better life waiting. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YhFSR0-gXyifKpyyZvZnIv8Iu_-MtEbNyrW_gKRRrPgBLARLuiCbEfk5MG5-QpZeIWKkUaQk_s5jScXR0KVUK8mZ6WxAPJWwxg6VgSOWmQmrEN-w-xgAw_MtAbJ-GEjqvxsLcdS1m8y-/s1600/Milo+and+Jenny+Picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YhFSR0-gXyifKpyyZvZnIv8Iu_-MtEbNyrW_gKRRrPgBLARLuiCbEfk5MG5-QpZeIWKkUaQk_s5jScXR0KVUK8mZ6WxAPJWwxg6VgSOWmQmrEN-w-xgAw_MtAbJ-GEjqvxsLcdS1m8y-/s200/Milo+and+Jenny+Picture.jpg" width="140" /></a>At nineteen, he had saved a little bit money and off he went to find his Mom and siblings in southern California. He spent a few years kicking around with his little brother and both joined up to fight for our Country when she was attacked by the Japanese.<br />
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Next to war on the <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>USS PC-1192<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>PC-461 class Submarine Chaser:<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Displacement: 280 tons<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Length: 173'8"<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Beam: 23'<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Draft: 10'10"<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Speed: 18 knots<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Armament: 1-2 3"/50<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Complement: 65<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Diesel engines<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Built at Consolidated Ship Building Corp., New York, and commissioned 26 November 1942<br />
Turned over to the Maritime Commission 18 June 1948<br />
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Little brother Elwin did not make it home but Milo did. He found love at 25 and married Genevieve Ann “Opal” Thompson in San Francisco California September 6, 1942. It didn’t work out the first time, so they tried it again on October 31, 1954. After the Navy he tried his hand at business ownership. The restaurant business was more than planned. From Coos Bay Oregon as a land owner to Las Vegas he and Jenny traveled and enjoyed the good life. Then he got a chance to work for Northrup Aircraft Company and found himself in Newfoundland. Jenny hadn’t really planned a life of cold and they finally parted ways again. Milo worked for years testing aircraft parts and pieces under severe conditions. From Newfoundland to Greenland to Dow field in Maine where he found the perfect girl. <br />
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Milo was making marks fast and moving up the ladder. Northrup got a huge contract award and they sent Milo to Vallejo California to work with two guys that were putting the office together on Mare Island. It wasn’t long before the big guys left and Milo took care of everything after that. Building the 600 class submarine project would last almost 10 years. And see another baby girl Roslyn Ann on October 28 1963. <br />
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The family would start the 70's in the move mode. In an effort to keep his family together Milo would pack up the whole mess (and very heavy organ) and move the family to Bremerton Washington and then back to Vallejo California, and back to Bremerton Washington. (You get the point.) Too many move stories to tell. We could talk about moving two scotties and five puppy’s, getting lost in the fog of Ashland Oregon, or Kevin catching the T-bird on fire, but that’s for a different book.<br />
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By 1973 the Northrup project was winding down and Milo was re-assigned to Boston Massachusetts. The kids were still in school so he thought he should keep them in school and go it alone till they got out. Not the first time he tried to keep stability in the family. He had two, year long, assignments in the 60's on Long Island. This time it was different, his job wasn’t leading a group of 100 engineers, he was a courier of very fragile, very expensive parts. Not the challenge he was used to and rather than move the family to the left coast, he retired to sunny California. <br />
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This time he wasn’t going to sit around and retire for a week. He went right to work on his own project. It was a ten year project and the amount spent is classified. At least the red head wasn’t supposed to find out. Everybody thought he loved that 64 T-bird the damn kid tried to burn up. Nothing compared to the effort that went into the Mach 1. He could spend hours telling you everything about her. The stock ‘69 is still in the care of the T-bird burner.<br />
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What’s to be said of Milo Sigler. He started out life tough. He made something of himself, without help from anybody. A devoted family man with four proud kids and a bunch of grand kids. Would give you the shirt off his back, but would fight to the death if you tried to take something from him. (Ask the guy that just about cut off his arm. He was still in the hospital when Milo went on his way.) A protector (even when his Dad would pick fights with people larger than him) Loyal to his family and Country. A very proud American that wasn’t afraid to tell the big guys what he thought. He was respected by everybody and made great pancakes. He wouldn’t take anything from anybody, but would not hesitate to give you a five dollar bill out of his pocket. As his younger cousin Elva told me, he was so cute, I just loved it when he would come over. Or as Uncle Norman put it recently, “He was a good man”.<br />
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We’re not going to forget you anytime to soon Milo Sigler. Thanks for everything Dad!<br />
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Television had a profound change on the world in the last half of the 20th century. If you grew up in Maine in the last part of the 20th century, you most likely have heard of Eddie Driscoll. More affectionately known as the King of Comedy, Eddie entertained households for 33 years from Channel 2 in Bangor Maine. <br />
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In the early days of television we did not have 200 channels running 24 hours a day. We were lucky to be able to pick up one or two stations for 12 hours, unless the wind blew the antenna the wrong way. I have seen more than one dad climbing on the roof to turn the pole until someone would yell “STOP”! After the second trip to the roof, maybe a rope to lasso the thing and tie it off to a tree so it wouldn’t turn.<br />
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Eddie was a talented comedian long before channel 2 gave him a platform to entertain. He would entertain his coworkers at American Homes in Bangor. The story at my house was Eddie would chase my Mom around the desks trying to get a date. Neither is around to tell who was chasing who, or if anyone let themselves get caught but, the memories of Eddie’s comedy would always shine through. Years later Eddie would develop a skip named “Maaaagret” that is rumored to be named after my Mom or it could have been after an Aunt Maaaagret. <br />
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Hopefully, WLBZ will splice some clips of the one man entertainment machine together and share it with the world one day. To his family, thank you for sharing your Eddie with us. To the Bangor Metro, the writer Anne Gabbianelli O’Reilly, and Melane, thank you for sharing these memories with us. If you would like more information, try the following links.<br />
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Dot Wotton (April 13, 1913 - September 14, 2011)<br />
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Dot was born Frances Rose Trundy on April 13, 1913 on the Hamm Road Family Farm in Frankfort, Waldo County, Maine. She was the first child of Walter Ford Trundy and Frances Edna (Larrabee) Trundy. Her 3rd great grand father Peter Smith from Danbury, New Hampshire fought in the Revolutionary war. A 5th great grand father was John Emmerson who was installed as the first town minister of New Castle, New Hampshire in 1703.<br />
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She worked at Eastern Maine Medical Center in Bangor, Maine and Meister’s Nursing Home in Brooks, Maine. She worked as a midwife for Dr. Jewell in Brooks until the war. Then she took up lining pipes with asbestos at Bath Iron Works in Maine. She was a private duty care nurse and probably best known as the Librarian of the Waldo Pierce Reading Room in Frankfort until she was 85.<br />
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Dot married Will Reginald Lane who fought in WW1 for Company L, 42 Infantry and died in 1942. In 1945 she married Harold Wotton who also worked at Bath Iron Works during the war. <br />
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Her step sons must have really enjoyed visiting because two of them married girls from the neighborhood. <br />
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Dot you will not be forgotten, keep the light on.<br />
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<br />AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-34266644981767091462012-03-18T19:10:00.000-07:002012-03-18T19:10:45.957-07:00Matson Matthew Sigler 16 Aug 1960 - 18 Aug 1960<br />
There was this little boy who had an awesome older brother. No, that’s a different story. I’ve told you about all those older brothers. I was the youngest of one family and the oldest of another. There was a time when TV’s came in big boxes and they showed only black and white pictures. Roy Roger’s was on TV and the next show on was my favorite, Sky King. I wanted to live on a ranch and fly planes! <br />
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We lived in a small house in a bad area of Wilmington, California. We were 200 feet from highway #1 and just about anything could happen in the alley that ran beside our house. My grandma and grandpa owned the house (I didn’t know it back then) and they lived about 10 miles away. We lived in the big house, two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and living room. Across the back yard was two little one room houses (cottages?). A really nice old lady lived in one and always gave me pie to eat. The other one housed what would turn out to be life long friends. How they fit the Mom, Dad, and two kids in that little place I will never know. The Mom’s name was Shirley and she was not much taller than I (at five years old). If you look up vertically challenged in the dictionary, I’m sure you will see her picture. I have to give her the credit for making life great no matter what happened in 1960. <br />
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You see, one day Mom and Dad took off on a trip. Shirley came over and stayed with me and watched my baby brother while my folks were gone. Mom and Dad were back in a couple days, I remember them saying “Hi Carbine”. I looked up from Sky King for at least 2 seconds and waved. I was real busy petting the dog too.<br />
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What I didn’t realize, back then, Mom and Dad were on the way to visit the stork and bring home a present for me. I guess the stork messed up or something? Because of Shirley, the house just got back to normal, like nothing ever happened. I don’t remember anyone ever saying anything? I don’t think there was a funeral or a service of any kind. I must have overheard something along the way and asked questions. I remember Mom telling me that Matson had a full head of red hair. Weighed in at over 11 pounds and almost 24 inches long. His intestines did not fully form. The doc’s tried to put him back together but, it wasn’t meant to be. <br />
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Fifty years later the genealogist in me wanted to find out what happened and of course there wasn’t anyone left to tell the stories. I used all my tools. Spent hours pouring over leads. I could not find out anything. Heartbreaking! The genealogist brick wall.<br />
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I was planning a trip to southern California last year and thought I would try to find my little brother. After a few hours, NOTHING, again. I looked up all the cemeteries around Wilmington, nothing. Only half have records on line. I got the list and started calling. I am amazed at how helpful people are. Each and every place I called, spent time looking through their records. Some had to take time to research and they would actually call me back. Did God make special people to handle death records? I got to the end of the list and, , , gave up. Then I get a call from a very nice lady. “I am so sorry but, we are unable to locate your brother.” “What was your father’s name?” . . . . . “Yes, we have a contract with him in March 1960, could your brother be named Matthew?” I told her that I thought his middle name might have been Matthew. “This must be your brother then.” I explained that I wanted to visit two days later on my way through the area.<br />
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Matson had been named after his grand father Matson, and his grand father Matthew. <br />
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Two days later I drive through the gates and park. I went into the office to ask how to find his grave site. “What is your brothers name?” . . . “Oh we talked on the phone. I went out and located you brother first thing this morning.” “We are so glad you were able to visit, I’ll take you out there right now.” (This is above and beyond.) She takes me to this huge area full of little ones that only spent a very short time on earth. Hundreds! She left me there and I noticed that someone had taken the time that morning to make sure that everything was perfectly clean and the grass manicured. (Wow)<br />
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My highest recommendation for the All Souls Cemetery in Long Beach California. No way to ever thank them enough.<br />
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<br /></div>AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-5589794800152256742012-03-18T09:26:00.000-07:002012-03-18T09:26:27.333-07:00Kevin’s Story, Part 32, Proof, Laundry on the Roof<br />
If you know me, I am sure you have heard the story about the window. I’ve been telling it for as long as I can remember. You could go back and read Part 25 for a refresher course. I was not entirely sure this story was real. When we see and do things at three years old, they tend to turn into hundred pound fish stories at fifty. So the farthest back this little rememberer could go was about three. It seemed very real to me. In retrospect I believe the reason I remember the story is because I was in trouble. More than that, I now believe that when I climbed off the bed to look out that window, the reason I remember it so well, is that I probably couldn't get back on the bed. I imagine that’s when I really got in trouble.<br />
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So I now have proof. As most ancestry geeks do, I started scanning old slides. Amazing what you find out when you look at really old pictures. I found these old 35 mm slides and didn't realize what it was until I saw the laundry. The pictures attached do not show the amazing quality. Why didn’t he get a picture of my Mom actually hanging the laundry? And now, without further ado, my favorite picture. I have to make this my screen saver I guess. Should be on a post card. A poster for Maine? Visit Maine and get caught in the snow?<br />
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The car was called “The Merc”<br />
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Can you see the laundry? My wife thinks we look like hillbillies when I hang laundry in the back yard. Where is the clothes line?<br />
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The view from inside the house, at three, when you are in trouble, priceless.<br />
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Do you think they hang the laundry out on the roof today in 2012? In 1958 this is how it was done.<br />
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Next to war on the <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>USS PC-1192<br />
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·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Displacement: 280 tons<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Length: 173'8"<br />
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·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Armament: 1-2 3"/50<br />
·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Complement: 65<br />
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·<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Built at Consolidated Ship Building Corp., New York, and commissioned 26 November 1942<br />
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Little brother Elwin did not make it home but Milo did. He found love at 25 and married Genevieve Ann “Opal” Thompson in San Francisco California September 6, 1942. It didn’t work out the first time, so they tried it again on October 31, 1954. After the Navy he tried his hand at business ownership. The restaurant business was more than planned. From Coos Bay Oregon as a land owner to Las Vegas he and Jenny traveled and enjoyed the good life. Then he got a chance to work for Northrup Aircraft Company and found himself in Newfoundland. Jenny hadn’t really planned a life of cold and they finally parted ways again. Milo worked for years testing aircraft parts and pieces under severe conditions. From Newfoundland to Greenland to Dow field in Maine where he found the perfect girl. <br />
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The auburn hair was more than he could handle, and to his great luck this beauty came with a little boy. (Allright, a not such little boy) They started 1959 out a little busy. They had a little boy named Farrell (Her Mom’s maiden name) and then off with Northrup to Wilmington California to work on new projects. March 16 1960 they were blessed with a red headed (Just like Uncle Jr.) huge baby boy they named Matson (after grandpa Sigler) Matthew (after grandpa McClintock) Sigler. The little guy never had a chance and passed away two days later. A quick move to Waterford Connecticut and then to get away from the quick sand an even faster move to Uncasville Connecticut and then a little girl Leslie Lea on June 22, 1961. <br />
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Milo was making marks fast and moving up the ladder. Northrup got a huge contract award and they sent Milo to Vallejo California to work with two guys that were putting the office together on Mare Island. It wasn’t long before the big guys left and Milo took care of everything after that. Building the 600 class submarine project would last almost 10 years. And see another baby girl Roslyn Ann on October 28 1963. <br />
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The family would start the 70's in the move mode. In an effort to keep his family together Milo would pack up the whole mess (and very heavy organ) and move the family to Bremerton Washington and then back to Vallejo California, and back to Bremerton Washington. (You get the point.) Too many move stories to tell. We could talk about moving two scotties and five puppy’s, getting lost in the fog of Ashland Oregon, or Kevin catching the T-bird on fire, but that’s for a different book.<br />
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By 1973 the Northrup project was winding down and Milo was re-assigned to Boston Massachusetts. The kids were still in school so he thought he should keep them in school and go it alone till they got out. Not the first time he tried to keep stability in the family. He had two, year long, assignments in the 60's on Long Island. This time it was different, his job wasn’t leading a group of 100 engineers, he was a courier of very fragile, very expensive parts. Not the challenge he was used to and rather than move the family to the left coast, he retired to sunny California. <br />
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Boring, his retirement was short. He applied for a job at Mare Island. They saw the name and could not wait to get him. He went to work for the electrical shop and became there head troubleshooter the first week. Since he was retired he did not want any supervisor responsibilities, just go to work and go home. Didn’t last long, they put him in a spot he could not refuse. He had a small crew on swing shift just taking care of the problems the day shift would leave behind. He retired again almost 20 years later. <br />
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What’s to be said of Milo Sigler. He started out life tough. He made something of himself, without help from anybody. A devoted family man with four proud kids and a bunch of grand kids. Would give you the shirt off his back, but would fight to the death if you tried to take something from him. (Ask the guy that just about cut off his arm. He was still in the hospital when Milo went on his way.) A protector (even when his Dad would pick fights with people larger than him) Loyal to his family and Country. A very proud American that wasn’t afraid to tell the big guys what he thought. He was respected by everybody and made great pancakes. He wouldn’t take anything from anybody, but would not hesitate to give you a five dollar bill out of his pocket. As his younger cousin Elva told me, he was so cute, I just loved it when he would come over. Or as Uncle Norman put it recently, “He was a good man”.<br />
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We’re not going to forget you anytime to soon Milo Sigler. Thanks for everything Dad!<br />
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February 12, 1917 to June 16, 1999</div>AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-68146602206524882972012-01-02T22:31:00.000-08:002012-01-02T22:41:01.662-08:00The GiftI have not been on vacation. I decided to walk the walk. A small break to create a gift for my family. The typical December 24th trip to the Petrol Station to find three Johnny brushes would have been easier. This year we pulled out all the stops and made a plan to develop a ancestry history present for my kids.<br />
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The plan was to first complete the form that I gave everyone last year called "Upon My Death". Why didn't anyone tell me how much work that was? Second, I would fill out the form that I developed two years ago "In The Life Of". I'm still not done? Third, I wanted to download and pass on our ancestry family site. Just in case something were to go wrong. That was much more complicated than I thought. Easy to get the GEDCOM file of the 17,000 names and associated stories and pictures. Then you have to tell them what to do with it if ancestry.com were to fall off the planet. Forth, all the family photo's, notes, and information that I have collected over the last 3 years. Fifth, all the family contacts. Sixth, the family stories. And last but not least a cover page that explains everything. Two months of work that will never be finished. They have everything I could get together. Now wait 30 years and maybe they will figure out how big a gift it was.<br />
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A special thank you to all those that helped us get everything together. To all the family members that have helped gather the family history, thank you.AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-48846819426822690232012-01-02T04:13:00.000-08:002012-01-02T22:20:56.213-08:00Christmas Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You can go through your whole life not understanding the meaning of Christmas for others. Yes, the real meaning of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus. For some it means getting presents, then you learn the true joy is seeing the face of someone light up when they open the gift you have given them. For the marketing experts, business owners, and CEO's it is that time of year for the payoff. The one month that funds the other eleven. <br />
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I remember how excited I would get as a little boy. The anticipation of unopened presents. With every Christmas carol, the excitement would build. The day comes when you go out and get the Christmas tree, decorate the house, put the tinsel on the tree. What we failed to understand is that one second that we will never get back but we may never forget. Wish I would have paid more attention, had a video camera, anything that records, or a memory that could store everything and play it back in slow motion. For many, Christmas memories are not there best moments in life, for the troops another day to far away from home. <br />
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I read a story about soldiers in the winter of 1914, the first world war. This story is about a conflict between Germans and the English. Trenches in some places as close as 60 feet. Better known as "No Man's Land", the distance between enemy trenches were a world apart, separated by language and history. Soldiers in knee deep mud a long way from home and an enemy that would shoot your head off if you stood up. At the top of the food change the Germans proposed a Christmas truce and the English thought it was not a good idea. In this terrible circumstance and under orders to keep up the shooting, enemy soldiers must not have been in the shooting mood. The German boys received packages from home, candles and Christmas trees. They lit the candles and set the trees where the English could see them. They started singing Christmas carols. The English would clap. Then something magical, enemies would take turns singing and the other clapping, then they sang together, shared photos, food, games, and drink. The worst of enemies, under orders, were overtaken by Christmas.<br />
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What does Christmas mean to you? What are you going to remember about this Christmas? It could be that our memories were the real gift and now it's our turn to give. What memories can you write down today that will save history for those that will read it 100 years from now?<br />
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I hope you had a truce this Christmas? Have a glorious New Year! Only 357 day until Christmas.<br />
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The picture: <span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">A cross, left near </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ypres" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Ypres">Ypres</a><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"> in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgium" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f9f9f9; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;" title="Belgium">Belgium</a><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"> in 1999, to commemorate the site of the Christmas Truce in 1914. The text reads:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;">1914 – The Khaki Chum's Christmas Truce – 1999 – 85 Years – Lest We Forget. A special thanks to Redvers.</span>AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-31800040480686748982011-12-25T15:13:00.000-08:002011-12-25T15:13:07.752-08:00<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Merry Christmas</b></span>AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-55503397814323089172011-11-01T07:17:00.000-07:002011-11-01T07:17:55.589-07:00Kevin’s Story, Part 31, Fire Department Volunteer<br />
Some little boys are interested in family history, some want to grow up and be a soldier or a policeman, most want to be just like there dad, I wanted to be a fireman. In the 1950's those that served their country were honored above all. The next best thing was serving your community. As a little boy, all I saw was the glitz and glamour of being a fireman. I could imagine myself climbing that 30 foot ladder grabbing that little kid, putting them over my shoulder and taking them to safety. Or holding onto that fire hose and saving a house. <br />
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With friends devoting there lives to the fire department I understand what it means to serve. When they serve there whole family serves. They don’t get a lot of high fives from the community like I thought they would. Maybe a nod on the forth of July when they blow the horn of the fire engine. Our dedicated firemen are just unbelievable. No way I could fill their shoes. We took a group of young boys down to the local fire department for a tour ten years ago. The kids got way more than a tour, they got to see what a fireman’s life is like. At the end of the tour they got out the sixty foot ladder truck and showed us how they fight a fire on a high rise. Each and every firemen had that glint in the eye that I must have had at five years old. Every time we dial 911, they come flying in the door ready to help. The whole emergency response team shows up at the door in less than five minutes. <br />
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To all of you that give so much so that we can have a better life, we are thankful that your dream came true.<br />
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Happy Halloween. Some would say that Halloween is this terrible day with all types of anti religious overtones. If that’s your position, well then more power to you. When I was five years old we moved to Wilmington, California. Wilmington was a very rough town in the early 1960's. We lived within a stones through of highway 1. Not the fancy four lanes in each direction highway one, the four lane, with no left turn lanes highway 1. With a light on every corner and people really frustrated at traffic. If someone was turning left, that stopped the fast lane, then if someone wanted to turn right and the sidewalk was full that would stop the right lane. Everything would clear just fine when the light changed and two cars from each lane made it through the light. Our world was a half block down the street. There was an alley behind all the businesses on highway 1 and we were 15 feet and an alley away from those businesses. The kitchen window was at least two feet and a bush away from the alley. The same window that my Mom watched as they scooped up the man that had just been shot and took him to the morgue. So, I hope, you can understand my point of reference.<br />
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When you are five you don’t think of dangers you think of candy. Lot’s of it. Southern California you don’t even have to think about rain or snow like Maine. Fact is you don’t have to even consider a coat. Just worry about how many houses and how much candy. I’m sure Mom raked through to ensure razor blades were not sticking out but I don’t remember. Halloween was a great fun experience filled with sound effects and scary masks. I don’t remember being scared of anything but I do remember the candy. Did I already mention that part? The season got off to a great start. The local refinery would dress up the oil tank and make the biggest pumpkin in the world. One of my greatest joys and memories of being a five year old. Fact is, I don’t remember anyone telling me how bad anything was until I was about forty. So I had thirty five years of fun.<br />
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Thank you dailyishphoto.blogspot.com for this, the best picture of this house I have ever seen. A perfect picture for this time of year. I have ten pictures that don’t even come close. Great job, I have to follow your blog and wait for another great picture. <br />
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You may have to go back and read Part 25 again because, that window was close to this house. I guess this should be a quiz. Well the famous writer did not live in the house when I lived close by. I don’t even remember seeing the house when I was little. If you get to see it in person, you won’t forget it. It has a completely different look when surrounded by snow.<br />
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The mansion was built in 1858 for $7,000.00. I would wager the last paint job cost more than that. Maybe if you lived in a house like this you could write awesome books also. So who lives in the house now?AncestryByKevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945495530688315210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-716848003626421853.post-73852103270098009032011-10-26T22:04:00.000-07:002011-10-26T22:04:38.621-07:00Kevin’s Story, Part 28, side bar; there was a little boy<br />
There was a little boy that lived in Maine. (my nephew) He was born long before me but never got to know his younger uncle. In his sixteen years I’m not sure he ever got to know anyone. Like all little boys he loved to play and get into trouble. What was he thinking?<br />
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He is thinking how much fun it is to learn to crawl, take the first step, then not thinking much about anything. He may have just stop thinking about stuff. Maybe the best times in his life were when big sister and grandpa would come visit. Maybe, the crafts or the painting. Maybe looking out the window. The window that would see spring time and the birds singing, then the summertime and watching the man mow the lawn, then the leaves would turn into a million colors and drop to the ground. Then the window would turn all white, powder puffs would fall from the trees. <br />
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Johnny didn’t have to worry about anything at all. His food was always in the same place and he had a place to sleep. Did he care how he was treated? Did he get the proper care? When he was sick, did they send him to a doctor? When life is so simple, so simple is life, so easy to forget, so maybe it never happened? Johnny were you in pain? Tell me John Anthony, did you have a good life? I’m sorry that I never got to meet you John, but I will never forget you.<br />
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