Friday, December 31, 2010


An Old Year's Dying ~ A New Year's Birth
New Year's Eve Without Auld Lang Syne
Would Be Unthinkable



Robert Burns is credited by many with penning Auld Lang Syne, but he did not credit himself.
["Is not the Scotch phrase," Burns writes to a Mrs. Dunlop in 1788, "Auld lang syne, exceedingly expressive? There is an old song and tune which has often thrilled through my soul: I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven-inspired poet who composed this glorious fragment." "The following song," says the poet, when he communicated it to George Thomson, "an old song of tho olden times, and which has never been in print, nor even in manuscript, until I took it down, from an old man's singing, is enough to recommend any air." These are strong words, but there can be no doubt that, save for a line or two, we owe the song to no other minstrel than "minstrel Burns."]

"Robert Burns lived in the latter half of the 18th century. He was born of sturdy peasant stock and toiled in the fields. He loved the old melodies, verses and ballads of his native land and as he ploughed would sing them over to himself.

He transformed many inferior verses into real poetry, wrote entirely new words to many of the old melodies and composed other beautiful poems apart from music. He often wrote with deep feeling on the simplest subjects. Many of his poems are among the world's priceless gems of song." St. Nicholas, Volume 39, Issue 1. Mary Mapes Dodge, Louisa May Alcott, John Preston True. 1912.

Whether his own or repurposed from a song of olden times, Auld Lang Syne will forever be associated with Robert Burns. But it is Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians that are credited with making it the New Year's Eve anthem. Lombardo played it in California in 1929 on the first nationwide radio broadcast of New Year's Eve. This took place just six weeks after the disastrous stock market crash.

In 1935, Lombardo's "sweetest music this side of heaven" moved from Hollywood's Cocoanut Grove to New York's Times Square for New Year's Eve. From then to today, it is the official song heard around the world at midnight, January 1st.


Yes, the Scots speak English, but here are a few translations of parts of the song - Auld lang syne means old times, and has been considered more expressive than the English phrase. These lines, And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine; - I'll pay for my drink and you for yours; or, "We'll go Dutch." Gowam means wild daisies; burn, to wade or walk in the water; fiere, friend/comrade; a right guid willie-waught, a friendly drink.

And Now

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu't the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot,

Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,

Frae mornin' sun till dine:
But seas between us braid hae roar'd,

Sin' auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie's a hand o' thine;
And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught,

For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,

And surely I'll be mine;
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

Translation From Wkipedia

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
and surely I’ll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.


We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.


And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

༒*¨*•.HAPPY NEW YEAR.•*¨*༒


Mcckay, Charles. The Illustrated Book Of Scottish Songs. London: Houlston and Wright, 1867.
Ward, Thomas Humphry. The English Poets; Selections With Critical Introductions. New York: Macmillan Co., 1894-1903.
Shafto, Justin. Stories Of Famous Songs. London : J.C. Nimmo ; Philadelphia : J.B. Lippincott Company, 1898.
Anonymous. Orange Coast Magazine. "12 Days." 1983. pg. 270

Thursday, December 30, 2010

If I Only Had A Plan

I would wile away the hours
Conferrin' with the powers
Consultin' with the clan
All my lines I'd be fillin'
New discoveries would be thrillin'
If I only had a plan

I'd unravel any riddle
For any individ'le
Philadelphia to Spokane

With the thoughts I'd be thinkin'
Trace my family back to Lincoln
If I only had a plan

I would solve the family myst'ries
Publish illustrated hist'ries
Generations I would span
Finished sources I'm on fire
Nothing's left so let's retire
If I only had a plan

Little sister, Biblio, had a very special Christmas present for me this year. A box of family documents, linens, and a Bible for the Fleischmann branch of the family. The "who the heck are they" branch of the family. I have very high hopes for the Bible that belonged to our Great Grandmother Salter's younger sister, Anna Fleischmann. Fingers crossed.

Many of my genealogy plans hang on this box. It was supposed to arrive the Monday before Christmas. "It's very heavy," Biblio said. "Don't try to lift it on your own. Will your postman help?"

My postman is very new and not at all fond of me. You see, I receive things in the mail that don't fit in my mailbox. (This is my second mail box. Each one larger than the last.) The postman has to get out of his vehicle and walk to my door to deliver some of my mail. He's been so aggravated about having to get out of the mail truck, he has driven off on several occasions leaving all the mailboxes open to the elements. (Let me remind you I live in Washington, AKA Water World.)

"If he can figure out how to drive past my house and toss it out his window," I told her. "It will at least be delivered. Just not carried."

Needless to say the box filled with family heirlooms did not arrive, still has not arrived. But wait, Biblio had a tracking number. It seems the box arrived in Federal Way, Washington, but was unable to be delivered in Issaquah and was on its way back to North Carolina. Undeliverable, what does that mean?

I received an email from Biblio with an explanation.

Biblio: Well, the label came off the darn box. It must have been on until it got to Issaquah. Maybe your mail carrier tore it off and swallowed it. Ha. Anyway, it is on its way back to you. Kind of like playing tag.

fM: You know, I can just see him ripping the label off and making a meal of it.

Biblio: I told the woman at the post office that the box enjoyed the trip so much, it wanted to do it all over again. Of course they didn't charge me anything, and now that I think about it, the manager lingered for a moment. He probably expected me to ask for a full refund. . . .I was just glad the box wasn't sitting in somebody else's living room. Some family would peer into the box and say, "What the heck is this?

fM: This is good, it prolongs Christmas!

Biblio: I like a positive attitude.

I am not anything if not positive. And when the box arrives, I'm positive I will have a plan.

Happy New Year All!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Hatching A Plan At The COG


101st EDITION OF THE Carnival Of Genealogy

The topic for the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy is:

My genealogy research/writing plan for 2011

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Write it up on your blog!

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January 1st - 2011
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Read Also The Changes To The COG In 2010

Please use a descriptive phrase in the title of any articles you plan to submit and/or write a brief description/introduction to your articles in the "comment" box of the blogcarnival submission form. This will give readers an idea of what you've written about and hopefully interest them in clicking on your link. Introductions for your articles will not be provided for you due to the volume of articles submitted. Thank you!

Also, check out Jasia's post "FAQs About The Carnival of Genealogy," for all you need to know about submitting a post. First-timers always welcome and greatly appreciated!

Submit your blog article to the next edition of the Carnival of Genealogy using the carnival submission form or select the 101st Edition COG poster in the upper right hand corner of this page. Past posts and future hosts can be found on the blog carnival index page.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Twas The Night Before GeneaChristmas

Another tradition! A version of "Twas The Night Before" has been posted on footnoteMaven every year since December 24, 2007. The only changes have been to include advances in technology and now, social media. So as you wait for Santa, please enjoy!

Twas the night before GeneaChristmas and from coast to coast,
every GeneaBlogger had penned their last post.

Had told Christmas stories both merry and bright
while blog caroling old favorites on YouTube all night.

There’d been last minute Tweets, facebooking and song.
We’d shared Christmas memories, all played along.

Nothing’s left for us now but to track Old St. Nick;
New Jersey, Missouri, Seattle, he’s quick.

Before this night’s over his reindeer’ll alight
on the roof tops of GeneaBloggers to right

The wrongs of the census, transcription, and fire;
to give each of us our one true heart’s desire.

Please, one missing ancestor, one smashed brick wall,
then dash away, dash away, dash away all.

I’ve not been naughty, I've tried so hard to be nice.
Collecting old photos my one proven vice.

Reward me dear Santa I’ll promise you this;
the year 2011 will be one not to miss!

And I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight.

Merry Christmas To All and To All A Good Night!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Twelve Days Of Christmas

What Is The Story Behind This Carol?

Select the image to view my Christmas Card To You!

“The Twelve Days of Christmas" was originally known as a cumulative or forfeiture Christmas game, a nursery rhyme, or chants of numbers. The twelve days extending from Christmas to Epiphany. (The Epiphany was the arrival of the Magi, usually observed January 6).

It was a customary thing in a friend's house to play "The Twelve Days," every Twelfth Day night. The party was most often a mixed gathering of juveniles and adults and mostly relatives. The game was played before supper—before eating mince pies and twelfth cake.

The group would be seated in a circle around the room. The leader of the game, an adult, would start by saying the first line. The lines for the "first day" of Christmas were said by each member of the group in turn as they went around the room.

Then the leader repeated the first "day" and added the “second.” This was said all around the circle in turn, until the lines for the "twelve days" were said by every player.

For every mistake a forfeit—a small article belonging to the person—had to be given up. These forfeits were not returned to the owner until they had been redeemed by the performance of a penalty.

The first day of Christmas my true love gave me
A partridge in a pear-tree.

The second day of Christmas, my true love gave me
Two turtle-doves and a partridge in a pear-tree.

And so forth, enumerating three French hens,
four colly/collie* birds, five gold rings, six geese a-laying,
seven swans a-swimming, eight maids a-milking,
nine drummers drumming, ten pipers piping,—Halliwell's Nursery Rhymes, cccxlvi.

*Colly/collie birds were black birds. Sometime in the early 1900s the word was changed to calling birds.

The same game is played in Scotland, where it is known as The Yule Days, but is carried on to thirteen.

The king sent his lady on the first Yule day
A papingo-aye [i.e. peacock or parrot]
Who learns my carol and carries it away ?

The king sent his lady on the second Yule day
Two partridges and a papingo-aye.
Who learns my carol and carries it away ?

On the third day he sent three plovers; on the fourth, a goose that was grey; on the fifth, three starlings; on the sixth, three goldspinks; on the seventh, a bull that was brown; on the eighth, three ducks a-merry laying; on the ninth, three swans a-merry swimming; on the tenth, an Arabian baboon; on the eleventh, three hinds a-merry dancing; on the twelfth, two maids a merry dancing; on the thirteenth three stalks of corn.

In Carnbresis, in the North of France, the same game is called Les dons de Van, " the gifts of the year," but the gifts correspond in number with the number of the day. They are: one partridge, two turtle-doves, three wood-pigeons, four ducks flying, five rabbits trotting, six hares a-field, seven hounds running, eight shorn sheep, nine horned oxen, ten good turkeys, eleven good hams, twelve small cheeses.

So now we know, The Twelve Days of Christmas was a game to entertain.


Anonymous. Monthly Chronicle of North Country Lore and Legend. London : W. Scott, [1887-1891].
Eckenstein, Linda. Comparative Studies In Nursery Rhymes. London : Duckworth, 1906.
Gomme, George Laurence. A Dictionary of British Folklore. London : D. Nutt : 1898.
Gomme, Alice Bertha. The Traditional Games of England, Scotland, and Ireland. London : D. Nutt, 1894-98.

Monday, December 20, 2010

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

The song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” was written by Englishman Tommie Connor and based on a 1950s Neiman Marcus Ad (some accounts say the song was commissioned by the store). The Ad, was meant to bring adult humor into what was a child’s holiday. It was a wholesome 1950’s image of a father dressed as Santa being kissed by his wife under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. The song was sung by thirteen year old Jimmy Boyd.

“I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus,” was condemned by the Archdiocese of Boston within a week of its release, as being immoral. Catholic and Protestant churches followed suit. “How could Santa be portrayed as someone who played around on the side?” they asked.

The churches had missed the point that the Santa of the image was the husband dressed as Santa. Fearing the song would be banned, Jimmy Boyd was sent to Boston to meet with the head of the Catholic church in an effort to explain the song from a child’s perspective. The Church accepted the explanation and removed its objections. The song was No. 1 on the Billboard Charts for two weeks.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Great Blog Caroling Songbook

Thank You For Keeping This Tradition
I enjoyed each & every one of your carols
I experienced some new & some old
I listened to beautiful arrangements

Come Caroling With Us
Songs, songs
sung by a choir of
Genealogy & Family History Angels,
Blog Caroling!

carol. French carole. Originally a song to accompany dancing,
but later, by common usage, it came to refer to old,
Christmas-season religious songs.

Caroling, also known as wassailing, actually began in medieval times as a pagan ritual. The wassail, a hot beverage usually made with hot ale or mulled cider, was a ritual honoring the apple and fruit orchards in the dead of winter. Farmers went from farm to farm pouring wassail on the roots of trees while making a lot of noise to scare off the bad spirits responsible for making the days shorter and colder. Eventually the custom of going door to door singing and drinking became a Christmas tradition. (This is one of the many versions of the story of caroling, but all agree it is rooted in pagan ritual.)

Carols were formerly sung at large Christmas feasts and family dinners, in the open air on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning, and at the time of public worship in the churches on Christmas Day.

You will note as you travel around caroling that the women singers far outnumber the men. Perhaps this explains why:
In Pasquils' "Jests," an old book published in 1604, there is a story of an eccentric knight who, at a Christmas feast which he had made for a large number of his tenants and friends, ordered no man at the table to drink a drop "till he that was master over his wife should sing a carol."

After a pause one poor dreamer alone lifted his voice, the others all sitting silent and glum. Then the knight turned to the table where the women sat, and bade "her who was master over her husband" sing a carol. The story says that forthwith "the women fell all to singing, that there was never heard such a catter-walling piece of musicke."
Let The Caroling Begin!

These songs did not made it into the reader:

Bobby Gail of Hot Coffee and Cool Jazz asks, "May I join the music lovers?" Of course you may, although you didn't show up in the widget! Bobby sings "The Friendly Beast."

Singing Star Of The East is Vickie Everhart of BeNotForgot. Vickie says, " . . . and thank you, fM, for organizing and hosting this Christmas party again . . . so glad to be here! V. . . ." So glad you are as well.

Coloring Outside The Lines' (a blog name to die for & how I live my life) carol is White Christmas as only Bing Crosby could do it. Near and dear to any Washingtonians heart.

Denise Olson, Moultrie Creek, blogs while traveling and sings "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen." And as she flew over I heard her exclaim, "Ho! Ho! Ho! From the (traveling) Creek. Here's my contribution to the caroling fun. Merry Christmas to all!"

Jill Ball of Geniaus says, "Here's some Aussie music for the blog caroling. A lovely collection that as Jill tells us, takes in the climate down under during Christmas.

My good friend and neighbor M. Diane Rogers said: I don't think my singing made it into the presentation, but then I'm Canadian, so perhaps I just don't fit into the widget. She sings Winter Wonderland at eicuthbertson's Book Blog. Yes, you Canadians are tough to fit into widgets.

A very special thank you to Thomas for the Google Widget that made this presentation possible. Knowing I was a bit stressed this Christmas he truly made my tradition possible.

If the widget missed you, please contact me and I will insert your post.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Making your way online today takes everything you've got.

Taking the time to share our worries, sure does help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to blog away?

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

I began blogging at a time when nobody knew your name much less your URL. The "legitimate" (I use this term advisedly) genealogy community had not encountered our online band of blogging family historians, and when they did, they didn't know what to make of us. I think they still don't, but they're trying.
Found in The American Genealogist via the Slovak Yankee. ". . .The Fellows of the American Society of Genealogists had decided quite a few years ago that digital/online publications did not qualify as permanent contributions to the field. At this year's meeting, much was said on both sides of the question: 'Online publication is becoming increasingly common and increasingly excellent, but it remains fluid and its permanence is uncertain.'" Emphasis added. So my friends, it isn't the work, it's the ebb and flow of the internet that sets us apart.
Something else that sets us apart is the Family Tree 40 nominations for our work online. They're out and seeing my blogs listed make me feel like such a fraud. This is my, if they only knew moment. If they only knew I'm blogging in my jammies in a tiny crowded office in Preston (whoever heard of it), Washington. OK, Myrt, you know where I am. I'm cleaning up after sick dogs, an ancient cat, and a justifiably put upon husband. Who the heck am I? I ask myself this all the time.

Do I really deserve special recognition for talking with my friends around the world everyday? For dishing those delicious family secrets? For analyzing those mystery photographs I love so much? For sharing the sheer joy of a new find, tool or technique with people whose eyes don't roll back in their heads when I talk.

I would, correction, I HAVE blogged without accolades for years. And still I am happy.

I've learned in some of the most embarrassing ways not to take myself too seriously. Remember this little ditty after I went to Jamboree:
A woman attending a conference struck up a conversation with me. She explained that she was a blogger and asked who I was. I told her I was the footnoteMaven. "Oh, I love your site," she said. "I find so much good stuff in your databases." That hiss you hear is hot air leaving the over inflated head of the footnoteMaven, sometimes mistaken for
Now, please don't think I'm being ungrateful. I am grateful that someone found pleasure in what I do and nominated me. That you stopped by and congratulated me. Thank you, really, thank you.

Naturally, when the list comes out I look for my name, but I am being honest when I say I am far more pained than proud that certain people are missing from that list. People for whom I'm not good enough to clean their keyboards. I am a realist. I know everyone can't be there. We select forty from this list. Forty from several thousand. So, I rejoice in those that have been nominated. Nomination being the real winners list.

So, I'm not going to give you the Miss America response to who the heck am I. My blogging will not end world hunger or bring about world peace. It is what it is, and I love doing it. And if I had to ask for a vote I feel it would defeat the purpose of what I do and why I do it.

So, I ask you to stop by, to read and hopefully to enjoy. Stop by and jaw. Sip your tea, have your morning coffee with me. I will be honored.

Perhaps it's time some of us were delisted.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Another Tradition - "Not All Merry & Bright"

It happened last night as I was reading the blog caroling posts. The songs bring to mind a Christmas past. It has become another footnoteMaven tradition to post this remembrance. It is cathartic.

Not all family history is the way we would have written it if we were given a choice.
We all know that from experience. This remembrance is of a Christmas tragedy, there is no happy ending; if you would like to stop reading here, I will understand completely.

It was December 21. I left my office at lunch to pick up those last minute odds and ends. Small things for the children's stockings and some food favorites for Christmas dinner. The world at that time didn't walk around with a bluetooth in its ear, a cell phone in its purse or pocket, or in my case even an answering machine.

When I returned to my office a Sheriff's Deputy was waiting for me. I knew something was desperately wrong, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't speak. "You need to call your Mother," he said. "I'm very sorry." I heard a loud and painful moan, and then realized it was coming from me.

The night before, my Father ("There'll Be No Hell For Dogs") had gone out in his front yard to listen to the neighborhood carolers and suffered a heart attack. The paramedics arrived, revived him and transported him to the hospital. My youngest Brother and my Mother went there with him. He was sitting up in bed and talking. He told my Brother he was fine, that he loved him, and that he should go home. My Brother left, my Mother stayed. My Mother was a cardiac intensive care nurse in the very unit my father was a patient, she would not leave him. Mom and Dad talked and decided to call the rest of us in the morning when Dad would be discharged.

Several hours later, during the early morning hours of December 21, my Father suffered a massive heart attack in the hospital and died.

My other Brother and I both lived in California. After speaking with my Mother we made arrangements and traveled to Florida. Going in the house was so difficult, Dad was everywhere. He had spent hours putting up the Christmas decorations, there were presents under the tree with his name on them, and his tools were sitting on his workbench in the garage, just where he had left them when he went out to listen to carolers.

Most of this time is a blur. I think the mind does that to make the memory of the pain less knife sharp. If only the family tragedy ended here, but it doesn't.

My Father's brothers arrived from Missouri for the funeral. They looked so much like Dad. It was a comfort and yet so visual a reminder that he was missing. During the funeral one of my Uncles stood next to me and held my hand, none of us knowing that at that very moment his pain was about to become immeasurable.

At that very moment, in Missouri, in my Uncle's backyard, his daughter, my cousin, was taking her own life. She left no note. The family has speculated for years on her reasons and her timing. My Uncle always believed she was murdered. The police reports were thorough and final, it was a suicide. She was obviously in pain, but this act of suicide was so selfish. Selfish and cruel.

As adults we know that not every Christmas is "Merry and Bright." Christmas memories are what you make of them. I have made some wonderful memories for my children and their children, I did it for them, for me, and for Dad. How he loved Christmas!

I work very hard for good memories, but every year at this time some memories of Christmas past slip into my conscious thoughts and they are still painful.

The original story was told December 2007.

Monday, December 13, 2010

FTM40 Voting Is Now Open


to all the terrific blogs that have been nominated as one of the 40 Best Genealogy Blogs, AKA Family Tree 40. What a lovely Christmas present.

You are instructed to vote for five nominees in each of the following eight category. To vote, use the survey at (I do wish the lists had been in alphabetic order.)

The winners will be announced in the July 2011 issue of Family Tree Magazine.

Voting is open until 11:59 p.m. (I do not know which time zone.)
Monday, Dec. 20.
You may vote multiple times.

1. Please choose FIVE Blogs from the EVERYTHING category.

Clue Wagon,
Creative Gene,
Eastman's Online Genealogy Newsletter,
Elyse's Genealogy Blog,
Family History Tracing,
Greta's Genealogy Bog,
Olive Tree Genealogy,
Relatively Curious About Genealogy,
Roots and Rambles,,
The Educated Genealogist,
The We Tree Genealogy Blog,
You Go Genealogy Girls,

2. Please choose FIVE blogs from the CEMETERIES category.

Cemetery Explorers
Digital Cemetery Walk,
Escape to the Silent Cities,
Gen Wish List,
Granite in My Blood,
Over Thy Dead Body,
The Graveyard Rabbit Online Journal,
Tombstone Territory,

3. Please choose FIVE blogs from the TECHNOLOGY category.

Ancestry Insider,
Dienekes' Anthropology Blog,
Family Oral History Using Digital Tools,
Genealogy's Star,
GeneaNet Genealogy Blog,
Moultrie Creek Gazette,
Renee's Genealogy Blog,

4. Please choose FIVE Blogs from the HERITAGE GROUPS category.

Acadian & French-Canadian Ancestral Home,
Anglo-Celtic Connections,
Black and Red Journal, http://www,
Donna's Ireland blog,
George Geder Evangelist for African Ancestored Genealogy,
Georgia Black Crackers,
Help! The Faerie Folk Hid My Ancestors,
Luxegen Genealogy,
Of Trolls And Lemons,
Scottish GENES,
The French Genealogy Blog,
The Knowles Collection,
The Scottish Emigration Blog,
Tracing the Tribe,
Wandering and wondering (a'spaidsearachd agus a'meòrachadh),

5. Please choose FIVE Blogs from the RESEARCH ADVICE/HOW-TO category.

Family History Research Tips,
Gena's Genealogy,
Genealogy Tip of the Day,
NARAtions: The Blog of the United States National Archives,
Paula's Genealogical Eclectica,
Personal Past Meditations,
Shades of the Departed,
The Armchair Genealogist,
The Family Curator,

6. Please choose FIVE blogs from the LOCAL/REGIONAL RESEARCH category.

Alberta Family Histories Society Blog
Brooklyn Historical Society Blog,
California Genealogical Society and Library Blog ,
Eastern Washington Genealogical Society Blog,
Grey County Historical Society,
Itawamba History Review,
Midwestern Microhistory,
MoSGA Messenger,
My Ancestor's Name,
New York History,
Sandusky History,
St. Vincent Memories,
Utah Genealogical Association Blog,
Virginia Historical Society Blog,
Williams County, Ohio Genealogy,

7. Please choose FIVE blogs from the NEW BLOGS category.

Adventures in Genealogy Education,
Climbing My Family Tree,
Have You Seen My Roots?
Heritage Zen,
Journey to the Past,
My Tangled Vine,
Nolichucky Roots,
Old Stones Undeciphered,
Pursuits of a Desperate Genie,
Roots Traveler,
Sassy Jane Genealogy,
The Faces of my Family,
The Family Recorder,
The Mashburn Collection,
The Scottish Emigration Blog,
The Turning of Generations,

8. Please choose FIVE Blogs from the MY FAMILY HISTORY category.

Ancestories: The Stories of My Ancestors,
AtlasFamily.Org Blog,
Begin With Craft,
Everything's Relative,
Finding Josephine,
Finding Our Ancestors,
Gene notes,
Greta's Genealogy Blog,
Little Bytes of Life,
Mississippi Memories,
My Channel Island History,
Nutfield Genealogy,
Reflections From the Fence,
Tangled Trees,
The Accidental Genealogist,
The Internet Genealogist,
TJLGenes: Preserving Our Family History,
Tonia's Roots,
West in New England,
What's Past is Prologue,

And I am remiss in not pointing out that just because your blog
is not on this list means you are not a great genealogy blogger.
(Think Dancing With The Stars!) Several of my all-time favorite
blogs did not make this list. I voted for them,
I •✩♡✩• them, and I will continue to
read and enjoy them.
Lists, Bah HumBug!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

"Good Bloggers All, This Christmastime"

The Wexford Carol
("Good People All, This Christmastime")
(Enniscorthy Carol)

carol. French carole. Originally a song to accompany dancing,
but later, by common usage, it came to refer to old,
Christmas-season religious songs.

To Blog Carol this year I have selected probably the best known of Irish Christmas songs (and my favorite carol), "The Wexford Carol." The Wexford Carol has roots reaching back to twelfth century Ireland, traceable to the proximity of the County and town of Wexford. The Wexford Carol was included in The Oxford Book of Carols and tells the story of the birth of Christ.

It is interesting to note that Christmas carols were rare in Ireland, but County Wexford has a 300 year tradition of handing down carols from generation to generation. Families in the area were each entrusted with a carol and with sharing that particular carol with the generations. During Christmas the carols were sung in the homes of these families and in the church by the choir. The choir consisted of six men who sang the carols unaccompanied.

Please sing along with this beautiful rendition; YoYo Ma and Allison Krauss performing The Wexford Carol.

Good people all, this Christmas time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done,
In sending His belovèd Son.
With Mary holy we should pray
To God with love this Christmas Day;
In Bethlehem upon the morn
There was a blest Messiah born.

The night before that happy tide
The noble virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town.
But mark how all things came to pass:
From every door repelled, alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but a humble oxen stall.

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God’s angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
“Prepare and go”, the angels said,
“To Bethlehem, be not afraid;
For there you’ll find, this happy morn,
A princely Babe, sweet Jesus born.”

With thankful heart and joyful mind,
The shepherds went the babe to find,
And as God’s angel has foretold,
They did our Savior Christ behold.
Within a manger He was laid,
And by His side the virgin maid
Attending to the Lord of Life,
Who came on earth to end all strife.

Merry Christmas

I hear you singing, my friends.
What a joyous noise we will make unto the Lord
when we all come together.

Remember, you have until midnight in
Hawaii, December 15, to sing-along!

Friday, December 10, 2010

The FootnoteMaven's Tradition Of Blog Caroling

Yes, even Geneabloggers have traditions. From the comfort of my blog, with Hot Toddy in hand, my flannel jammies and furry slippers on, I will blog my favorite Christmas Carol on Wednesday, December 15. (I sing so much better online than in person!)

So my fellow GeneaBloggers, I challenge each of you to blog your favorite Christmas Carol - Blog Caroling. We'll all sing along!

Blog Carol between today and Wednesday, 15 December. Post a note to the comments for this article directing us to your Blog Caroling Post and I will create a listing of all our favorites.

You can view the first year's A Choir Of GeneAngels, and Do You Hear What I Hear.

If you sing along with us, feel free to snag the Blog Caroling Badge. When you select the badge, select "Save As" and choose the .png file. This has a transparent background and will show minus the white background.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Merry Christmas from Bailey the Unknown Reindeer

This is one of my favorite Christmas Videos. Now, after watching the wonderful video below you'll see why my wussy dogs and I really have nothing to complain about when it comes to the weather today. Our snow is in liquid form.

Merry Christmas from Bailey the Unknown Reindeer

Monday, December 6, 2010

I Always Listen To Denise Olson

On Shades Of The Departed, today's "Date With An Old Photo" discusses the thirty-five magazines I gave myself as a Christmas present. I use these magazines to aid in the identification of period clothing, jewelry, shoes, glasses, etc.

But, there is another answer to the question, "What do you do with all those old magazines?" I listened to Denise Olson in her Vintage Scrapbooking article and looked at all the things I could make rather than purchase. I am a good Scot after all.

Here are a few examples of what can be done with the graphics in an old magazine. I took the cover image from the magazine above and created a PNG file.

Next, I converted the image to black and white so that it could be colored in Photoshop, like a coloring book. Just because you might want to change the color scheme as often as you change your mind.

Then I converted it to my favorite thing, a Photoshop brush. A PS Brush is capable of amazing things.

I do the same process with old magazine advertisements. Some of the old ads are amazing additions to a family history.

Old magazines and books are filled with fancy letters and ornaments that make wonderful stamps. The advantage of converting them to a stamp being they can be any color. Using them in a family history document adds interest.

Once you've found the images best suited for your project, go look at the commercial products for inspiration. Then try to construct one of your own.

This article was strictly show and tell, not instruct. If there is any interest in how this was done let me know and I will prepare a How To Article.

All images in the possession of the author.