Another Party At Maven's

Today Is The Thirtieth Anniversary

Of The footnoteMaven Blog

Just so you know, the Web doesn't run on human years, it runs on Web-years. Every blog year is the equivalent of six human years. That means that today footnoteMaven celebrates five human years of blogging, the equivalent of 30 web years.

Last year I had three wishes
and amazingly those wishes haven't changed:


May I continue to blog in these interesting times

May I continue to enjoy writing, and you continue to enjoy reading what I write

May I never find what I'm looking for, whatever that may be

If wishes were kisses
I'd still be kissing you!

Interesting Times:

There is no doubt that our times, today's times of family historians, have become increasingly more interesting. Family historians are more engaged in the online world; a tech savvy, entertaining, "willing to try anything new" segment of the entire genealogical community.

We have learned to communicate with each other through the emerging and interesting aspects of social media. Facebook has become my life journal and Twitter continues to introduce me to some of the most interesting people on the planet. The community and education I receive daily through social media is astounding.

Magazines and books no longer pile up in the corners of our offices, instead they reside in the Cloud or on our new best friends, tablets and smart phones.

Online webinars have developed to the point where even if you're snowed in somewhere in this wonderful country you can continue to educate yourself with a computer and an internet connection; joining those who were able to make it to the conference in person. Pod and Vod casts are anytime education. All things are becoming possible.

Everyday I marvel at the connections I make. A conversation with a friend in New Zealand, Australia, Wales, Scotland, the East Coast, Midwest, or just down my street. Online. In real time! Isn't that amazing? Amazing! When those online encounters translate to real life encounters it is as if we have been friends forever.

Television continues to recognize the mysteries of our histories. Family history is becoming sexy via celebrities such as Martin Sheen and Kim Cattrall. With all the beautiful people discovering their roots before our very eyes we are now viewed as relevant, interesting, and yes, even sexy!

Writing:

I still love to write and to blog on my version of a Seinfeld blog; a blog about nothing in particular and anything and everything that strikes my fancy. And if you read me you know my fancies are rather eclectic. It amazes me that after five years I still have anything to say, or at least anything to say that others will read.

This last year real life fell on me like a ton of bricks. This blog has suffered, but I love it no less. I've gained a new appreciation for the time I was afforded to speak on this blog and I look forward to regaining that time in the next year. A year where I will return to my roots, writing.

May I never find what I'm looking for:

May I never find what I'm looking for, whatever that may be, as it is the challenge of discovery that gets me out of bed every morning. The excitement of what the world has to offer footnoteMaven today, tomorrow and forever.

And to those who take the time to read, enjoy, comment, and

become friends, thank you! I wouldn't be here without you

and it wouldn't be nearly as much fun.

Notes:

Whatis.com defined a web year as the length of time it takes for Internet technology to evolve as much as technology in another environment might evolve in a calendar year. Early posts by old line bloggers quoted 3 months as equaling a web year, but that was in 1996 and things have sped up since then.

The author of "Manage your speed in web years," on the Business Management Daily website had the what and why of conversion. In 2006, BMD wrote:

"Ever hear of Internet time? It’s kind of like dog years: Each calendar year equals six Web years.

More organizations are realizing that they have to measure time by this new clock: New-product development speeds up from years to months. Developing new technologies accelerates from months to days. Decisions are yours to make in
hours. . .

Lesson: If you’re not six times faster than your competition, you’re in trouble. Your dog days are coming."

A Little Tech At RootsTech

I LOVE business cards. I collect them, but you knew that. In preparing for RootsTech, the genealogist's technology extravaganza, I decided to add a little tech to my cards by way of a QR Code (Quick Response Code).

Now, there has recently been much discussion regarding QR Codes on genealogy and design blogs, a RootsTech Lecture about them (Genealogical Resources for QR Codes from Thomas MacEntee), and some vendors in the exhibit hall using them on their cards and their products. Even the TechLess Mr. Maven asked me to download a scanner for his iPhone so he could check them out in his hunting magazines. I view this as an indication the QR Code's time has come.

Kerry Scott author of Clue Wagon, and the article (What Do Modern Business Cards Look Like For Genealogists), in talking about QR Codes asked, "Does it make sense to include them on the card itself? Because the QR code is just going to direct you to my website, which is already printed on the card. If you have a card, you probably don’t need a QR code. To me, the QR codes make more sense on objects other than business cards, because they mostly serve as an alternative to them."

Kerry was responding to a post by Michael Hait, Planting Seeds (21st Century business card designs) discussing the need for a QR Code on your business card. Thomas used an image of Michael Hait's business card as an example in his QR Code Lecture, Genealogical Resources for QR Codes.

Here is my two cents worth. I agree with Michael that we need QR Codes on our business cards, but not as limiting as his discussion. I agree with Kerry; why have them if they are only going to direct you back to a website listed on your card? So, I included a QR Code on my business card and created a page just for RootsTech explaining Shades, how and where to find it, and a sort of why should anyone listen to me section. If I were to attend another conference I could alter this page for the next conference specifically without designing a new QR Code and having new business cards printed. By the way, I met Kerry at RootsTech. She is absolutely lovely and thinks I may have a new career in QR Design. Hmmm!

Now those who have spent anytime at footnoteMaven know I couldn't add just the QR Code, I would have to do something unique. On the back of my card is a photographer's imprint from the mid-1800s. I removed the photographer information and added my QR Code. Shades is, after all, a magazine about old photographs and this seemed only fitting. I may just have outsmarted myself though, some people thought it was just part of the design and never noticed it was a QR Code. I will ponder this in future designs.

Joining me with "A Little Tech At Roots Tech" are the following tech savvy bloggers.

Caroline Pointer
For Your Family Story

Becky Jamison
Grace And Glory

Bret Petersen
Branches Of Your Tree

I'm certain their were others, I just didn't receive them. I'm also writing an article about how to make a QR Code, How To Make A QR Code Beautiful, Some Of The Most Beautiful QR Codes I've Seen, and Some of the VERY interesting things I'm doing with QR Codes in Genealogy and Old Photos. Check back.

An Early Valentine to Kim von Aspern

MY FAVORITE HAPPENING at any convention is the interaction with my fellow Genealogy Bloggers. RootsTech was certainly no exception.

Just before leaving I got a FaceBook note from Kim von Aspern, Le Maison Duchamp, saying she wanted to meet in Salt Lake City, as she had a photograph to show me and added the words that get my attention every time - women wearing glasses.

RootsTech is huge, but Kim and I finally bumped into each other and I was treated to a beautiful photograph of seven women, several wearing the eye-wear fashion of the time period, pince nez glasses. Kim explained she had been on a treasure hunt to find a photograph containing seven women, as Kim is one of seven sisters and is starting a blog aptly named Seven Sisters Genealogy. The photograph could not be more perfect.

But wait, there's more to Kim's story of photographs. You see, during her treasure hunt she was bitten. You know what I'm talking about. We've all experienced that bite. The "how could all these wonderful photographs reside in the orphanages we call antiques stores? Aren't they crying out to go home?"

While in an antiques store near her home Kim decided to empty the orphanage by purchasing as many photographs with clues as she could afford, hoping to reunite them with their living relatives. When the store owner discovered Kim's plan he offered her all the photographs she wanted at a very reasonable price. Oh, my!

Over the next two days, in fits and flurries, a very patient Kim teased me with the treasure trove. One photograph in particular took my breath away; a large framed wedding photograph from Paisley, Scotland. And bless her, Kim is going to allow me to stick my finger in the research. Be still my heart.

There's more, much more. Kim has a U.S. Navy "on deck" photograph with everyone in the photograph identified. Amazing! Kim says this will be her first project and I can't wait to see what she finds. Perhaps she'll even write about her finds for Shades Military issue. (Yes, Shades has been given CPR and will be out with "School Days" in March.)

And then came the reason for the valentine. A gift, a very generous gift from Kim to me, the photograph to the left. On the face of it, a very unassuming cabinet card of a middle-aged man. Not a woman wearing glasses. Not a bridal party. No, but when I turned him over. . .

You see, I've outlined three books I'm working on; my goal to see one published this year. They are "women wearing glasses," "visiting cards," and a book on "photographer's imprints."

This is where the man to the left became my valentine from Kim. I have been looking for this particular ornate photographer's imprint on a cabinet card, because it comes with a very sad photographic story.

What, you can't see the imprint on the back? You will, we'll both see you in the bookstore.

Thank you Kim. I LOVE LOVE LOVE you!


Stoic Man. Cabinet Card. Bradley & Rulofson. Original Cabinet Card privately held by the footnoteMaven, [address for private use,] Preston, Washington. 2012

The link to this article can be found by selecting the title "An Early Valentine to Kim von Aspern."

What If. . .Santa Could

My favorite footnoteMaven Family Christmas Story!
Merry Christmas To You All!

Dillon, Heather, Wyatt

My daughter called. Wyatt, he of the Who's The Man On That Coin fame, had written a letter. A letter to Santa. A letter to Santa in March.

"Wow," I said. "He really is giving Santa a lot of time. It must be something big, what is it? A car?"

"No," my daughter answered. "Here, why don't I let Wyatt tell you." She handed the phone to Wyatt, and I heard him asking in the background, "Which Grandma is it?" "My Mom," she replied. It's always good to have your Grandmas straight, especially when you're going to talk about Santa I thought.

"Hi Grandma."

"Hey, Wyatt, I hear you wrote a letter to Santa." I cheerfully responded. "What did you ask for?"

"Do you want me to read the letter?" he asked.

"I'd love it, Wyatt."

He dropped the phone and ran to get his letter.

He got back on the phone and immediately started reading. "Merry Christmas, Wyatt to Santa. Can you bring my Dad's Dad back?"

I paused for a moment while he waited for my response. Needless to say I wasn't expecting this and I didn't want my emotions to show in my voice. Wyatt's Dad, my son-in-law, lost his father to MS when he was twelve years old. They were very close. They had done everything together; hunting, fishing, camping, all the "boy stuff." My son-in-law talks of his father often and still visits his grave.

"Wyatt, that's a lovely wish. Why did you ask for that?"

"It would make my Dad very happy," he answered so matter of factly.

Yes, yes it would. Things are so clear and simple when you're six while being at the same time so extremely complex.

"Grandma would like to write about your letter on her blog, if it's O.K. with you," I told Wyatt.

"Can you put it in the newspapers," he wanted to know.

"No, just on my blog. Will that do?"

"With the Alien Baby," he sounded a bit more excited. "Yes, with the Alien Baby," I confirmed. Thank heaven someone in my family reads me.

"Yep, Grandma," he yelled as he dropped the phone and ran off; Grandma time now boring him.

Oh WyMan, what a pure heart and an old soul. What if . . . Santa could! Why, I'd even write him.



Originally posted in December 2009. The Boys have grown and should now be thoroughly embarrassed by their Grandmother writing about them.

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 hard to be nice.
Collecting old photos my one proven vice.

Reward me dear Santa I’ll promise you this;
the year 2012 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!

The Ghost Of Christmas Past

MARLEY was dead: to begin with.
There is no doubt whatever about that.

~ Charles Dickens ~
A Christmas Carol

It happened as I was reading the blog caroling posts. I was visited by The Ghost Of Christmas Past. The Christmas Carols conjured up the Ghost and its images of that Christmas past. 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 next visit will be from The Ghost Of Christmas Present in Part 2 of A Charles Dickens Christmas COG.

The original story was told December 2007.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Said the footnoteMaven to the Bloggers all
Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing thru the web, Bloggers all
Do you hear what I hear?

A song, a song
With a Christmas Ring

Why it must be Blog Caroling

Why it must be Blog Caroling

Come Blog 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 Blog Caroling Begin!

Cindy Scherwinski of In My Life, carols Enya singing Silent Night.

Karen Krugman of Genealogy Frame Of Mind says "Got the eggnog and my sweetie as we blog carol to "All I Want For Christmas Is You," by Vince Vance & the Valiants.

Bill West, West in New England, Hi fM! Here's my now traditional "I Saw Three Ships."

Joan of Roots'N'Leaves says - Merry, merry, to fM, Here is my all time favorite "It Came Upon The Midnight Clear."

FM, I love this fun event! Dorene from Ohio blog carols Away in a Manger at Graveyard Rabbit of Sandusky Bay.

GeneaPopPop of Stardust'n'Roots said - With egg nog in hand, I am delighted to make this a new holiday tradition for me! Here's my favorite -- "I Wonder as I Wander."

Got a box of tissues? Here's mine - Michelle Robillard, Call Me-shell, "Adeste Fideles" Thanks, and Merry Christmas!

In the 1960s, we sang Star of the East in the annual Christmas pageant put on by the local schools . . . those were the days! . . . here's wishing a Merry Christmas to you and yours . . . from BeNotForgot aka Vickie E. . . .

I chose my favorite holiday song, "Little Drummer Boy." I found a video with one of my favorite voices and animation that is also one of my favs. Thanks fM, for a wonderful meme at the holidays. Carol, Reflections From the Fence.

Jo of Those Who Went Before carols - So many favorites but I have chosen Carol of the Bells; an instrumental version by pianist George Winston. Looking forward to all the favorites.

Denise Spurlock, Reflecting on Genealogy says My favorite: What Child Is This? Happy holidays!

Deborah Andrew of The Sum Of All My Research made me laugh. You'll see why. Deb, if you can sing it, go for it. She said, "Ok, so I was so excited to participate. Made the post. Posted it. Then realized that you really couldn't go caroling with the song. It's more just my favorite Christmas Song. :( But thought I would still let you know that I participated...sort of. Anyway, I picked "You're a mean one Mr Grinch." Maybe before the 14th I can come up with a real caroling song and do a post about that.....I'll have to let you know. Chalk it up to too much eggnog. :P"

Gini of Ginisology tells us, "I picked both mine and my mom's favorite, Silent Night, in German, Stille Nacht. Had to have the tissues ready as I posted this one. Merry Christmas to you all . . . ."

Thank you fM for continuing this wonderful holiday tradition! I am pleased to offer two pieces this year, one on each of my blogs, 'On a flesh and bone foundation': An Irish History - A traditional Irish carol, 'The Wexford Carol' and 'Over thy dead body':The Cemetery Blog - 'Angels We Have Heard On High'. All the best to you and yours this holiday season! Jennifer

Apple of Apple's Tree tells us, "It wasn't hard to pick a carol this year. I'll Be Home for Christmas."

Caroline Pointer, of Family Stories says, "Okay, here's this year's selection. Drink up! ;) Caroling with Grandma. Lookout for that reindeer.

Terri O'Connell of Finding Our Ancestors carols Silent Night and tells us "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!"

Lisa of 1 Ancestry 2 Little Time says, "This is terrific! My fave is "O Holy Night" especially when performed by Josh Groban. Thanks for this blogging fun!"

Mary from Me and My Ancestors picked another carol from the Fogotten Carols. Let Him In. Have a Merry & Blessed Christmas!

Jacqi Stevens of A Family Tapestry says, "Thank you, fM, for this splendid opportunity! I wasn't sure I'd be able to participate, as I'm in the middle of a series on WWII letters home from my father-in-law that I won't complete until after Christmas. But then it hit me: amidst the palm trees in the south Pacific...what better choice than to insert the original intro to "White Christmas"?! And so, I can be part of the party, after all! Enjoy! And have a wonderful Christmas, no matter where you are stationed this December 25!

Leslie Brinkley Lawson of Genealogy and Other Thoughts says she can't pick just one. Perhaps, but she sure can pick her men. Go listen here.

I'm joining the choir! Nancy of My Ancestors and Me carols "The Sussex Carol." Thank you so much for hosting, footnoteMaven. Nancy, the tag is fine.

Jacqueline Foster says, "Thanks FM, caroling in you jammies, great idea. My favorite carol is "Here Comes Santa Claus". Posted on my blog at My Journey Back.

Denise Olson of the Moultrie Creek Gazette says "This year I'm singing Silent Night with Bob Hope and the three generations of troops he entertained at Christmas. Silent Night with Bob Hope.

Wendy tells us "I'm singing "Mary Did You Know?" so join me at Jollett, etc.

Thomas MacEntee of Destination: Austin Family carols I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day.

Heather Wilkinson Rojo of Nutfield Genealogy carols "The Holly and the Ivy."

The Road Backwards' Karen carols "Ding Dong Merrily On High!"

Greta Koehl of Greta's Genealogy Bog carols "Heaven and Earth."

Dawn Westfall of Wisteria loves to carol in all forms :) and joins Blog Caroling with O Holy Night.

Linda McCauley invites us to The Temptations singing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" at Documenting the Details.

Denise Levenick, The Family Curator, says, "It's still Silent Night! Happy Christmas, Merry Holidays.

Nancy of Gathering Stories tells us it's, "Not a traditional carol but a gorgeous Christmas song nonetheless- Rose of Bethlehem.

Shelley Bishop is chiming in with "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" at A Sense of Family (and there's also a bonus, just to add to the fun). I loved it!!!

It's All Relative's Laura Aanenson gives us her kinda silly entry, a special Twelve Days.

Whitney Houston's Joy to the World comes to us from Linda Rudd of Between the Gateposts.

Liv of Claiming Kin says, "Thanks so much for this opportunity to participate and add my favorite Christmas carol - What Child is This? - to this year's event!

Jasia, our Creative Gene tells us, "My latest favorite Christmas carol is "Let It Snow" by the cast of Glee! Come sing along with me!

Ready to go caroling! Dang, I'm out of eggnog! Leslie Ann of Ancestors Live Here carols
I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmus!

Merry Christmas to you, dear footnoteMaven! I couldn't miss out on this year's caroling. "O Holy Night" is my favorite, and I've shared it over at 100 Years in America. Visit Lighting the Way for the Christ Child to read about my childhood Christmas Eves and how my family and I celebrated the holiest night of the year.

Angela Y. Walton carols "Mary Had a Baby at My Ancestor's Name. Sorry Angela, didn't get your comment.

Sarah Greenleaf of My Mouse Is Broken carols "Mary Did You Know" and tells us that she loves seeing what everyone chooses.

Craig Manson, carols O Little Town of Bethlehem, posted at GeneaBlogie.

Anglers Rest is blog caroling Carol of the Bells at Anglers Rest.

And my own, Good Bloggers All This Christmas Time - The Wexford Carol.

Thank You For Keeping This Tradition
I enjoyed each & every one of your carols
I experienced some new & some old
(Bloggers that is)
I listened to each beautiful arrangement