Monday, March 4, 2013

Thirty-Sixth Anniversary of the footnoteMaven Blog

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 footnoteMaven celebrates six human years of blogging, the equivalent of 36 web years.

Last year I had three wishes
and amazingly those wishes haven't changed,
but there has been one addition:


May I enjoy good health

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


Good Health:

As you may know, or perhaps wish you didn't, I had my legs knocked out from under me this year. Both of them. Literally. As hard as some in the medical community tried they didn't succeed in killing my spirit. And to those who worked tirelessly to save me, thank you. I am not back at full strength, can't sit for more than fifteen minutes at a time, but I refuse to lay down and accept my circumstances. Every day is a gift and you know how I love presents. To all my dear friends and family a big thank you for the gifts, carefully chosen words, and an ear and a prayer when I needed it.


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 while Twitter has introduced me to some of the most interesting people on the planet. Google Plus has slipped into the conversation and "ouch!" we're pinning everything that catches our fancy. The community, education, and support I receive daily through social media is astounding. Thank you!

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. Publishing has come to the genealogy masses. We can now write the book we've always wanted to read or trend with the community by publishing our own magazines.

If you have a question the online community has an answer. 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, Vod casts and those Google+ meet-ups are anytime education. All things are becoming possible.

In the past year I've taken classes for iBook creation, creating interactive PDFs, using InDesign to publish, Acrobat to organize, Photoshop for my my many photos and still had time to search out those elusive female ancestors. All while lying in bed with my leg in the air. Love Apple TV! All those classes viewed on the big screen TV at the end of and from the comfort of my bed. Wonderful!

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. When those online encounters translate to real life encounters it is as if we have been friends forever. Skyping and chating with my sister and my grandchildren. In real time! Isn't that amazing? Amazing!

Television continues to recognize the mysteries of our histories. Family history is becoming sexy via celebrities. And some of our own family history community members are becoming celebrities in their own right. With all the beautiful people discovering their roots before our very eyes we are now viewed as relevant, interesting, and yes, even sexy!

Not everything online is good. This year so many of my friends have traveled the world only to be mugged and left in an American Embassy in a foreign country with no money. They've had to write me and ask that I send several thousand dollars so they can get home. Of course, I'd just spoken to them on the phone and they were smack dab in the middle of the good old USA when I received their email.

My Amazon account was hacked at two in the morning. Fortunately I was awake and online catching it immediately. My bank was hacked. Many were. I've received so many emails from sites I use requesting that I change my password I've finally gotten an App to control the pesky critters.

Comments to my blog this year have hit a sad note. A perfect example:
Anonymous has left a comment on your post:
I seldom leave a response, however, I did a few searching and wound up here. And I actually have 2 questions for you if it's allright. Could it just be me or does it look like a few of the remarks looks like left by brain dead folks? ;p And if you are writing at additional social sites. I'd like to keep up with anything fresh you have to post. Would you list of every one of all your social pages like your linkedin profile, Facebook page or Twitter feed?
Signed Kohl's, numerous web cafes, cleaning and repair companies. Fill in the blank for the latest spammer.
 So, to the hackers and spammers I've got my eye on you.

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. But that life switched to faceBook this last year where I use the "Today" posts to keep my hand in the writing game. The only drawback is that I am now a crazy cat lady whose Monkey Kitty has a larger following than Maven.

While down I outlined three books I plan to write, only to find that someone wrote one of them while I was sleeping. I paid $35 to order the book, relieved to find it was not the scholarly project I intended to write. There is still room for my book. Whew!

This last year real life fell on me like a ton of bricks. This blog has suffered and I apologize, 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 precious time in the next year. That and my health. A year where I will return to my roots, writing.

Dear Lord let me live long enough to get this done. They say 72 is the new 30, so I'm in my early twenties. Funny, I remember my body being much more cooperative in my early twenties. Ah, well, plenty of time to get it done.

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."

Monday, December 24, 2012

'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 2013 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!



Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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!  
Select the name of the Blog to view the carol.
 
Gini of Ginisology sings Stille Nacht - "I was a tad bit early but in the Blog Caroling spirit for sure and singing right along with you." There is no such thing as too early for caroling my friend.

Fran Ellsworth of Branching Out Through The Years loves Christmas Carols so, she has a new favorite every year. This time she blog carols  "O Little Town of Bethlehem." You're my kind of woman and thank you for your support.
Cheri Hudson Passey - Carolina Girl Genealogy is singing Breath of Heaven. "Excited to join in with the Blog Caroling!" Excited to hear you.
Ol' Myrt - DearMYRTLE's Genealogy Blog is caroling Andrea Bocelli's "White Christmas." Wishing everyone a happy Christmas! With or without snow, it is all about being with your loved ones. Amen my dear friend.
 
Lorine Massey of the Olive Tree Genealogy website (and an old friend) joins us with The Huron Carol in a beautiful video. So glad to hear from you. In this post select the carol.
 
Pam Carter - My Maine Ancestry singing "Away in a Manger." Merry Christmas everyone! Merry Christmas to you, Pam. And yes, a healthy New Year, please.
 
Denise Olson - Moultrie Journal. Find out how 'Fly Me to the Moon' has become a treasured Christmas song at our house. There's a moose involved. Merry Christmas! Count on Denise for a great story to carol!
 
Heather Wilkinson Rojo - Nutfield Genealogy caroling O Little Town of Bethlehem, "written by a Boston minister, and a distant cousin. Enjoy!" Love the family connection, Heather.
 
Denise Spurlock who is Reflecting on Genealogy said... Merry Christmas to all while caroling Carol of Bells. Absolutely beautiful, Denise.
 
Susan Clark - Nolichucky Roots sings The Carol of the Bells. "My carol this year is a blend of Ukrainian and English traditions ~ a true reflection of my roots. Merry Christmas!"  It is a joy to have caroling with us.
 
Mariann Regan of Into The Briar Patch (love the name) asks us to - "Listen to a male trio called "The Priests" sing the carol "In the Bleak Midwinter," with words composed by Christina Rossetti in 1872. Less than 4 minutes. My husband and I have loved this simple, spare, pure song ever since we learned it as members of the Westport Madrigal Singers in the 1970s." Would love to hear you sing.
 
Carol - Reflections From the Fence carols Little Drummer Boy (a repost from last year, still my fav!) Still my fav - Carol and the Boy.
 
Andrea Kelleher of How Did I Get Here? My Amazing Genealogy Journey blog carols O' Holy Night. A tradition all on its own. Thank you!
 
Linda Herrick Swisher is caroling O Come All Ye Faithful at Round Tuit Genealogy. A personal favorite.
 
Jennifer wishes us Happy Christmas to all! "Here are my offerings, reposts from last year, but still my most loved Christmas carols. The Wexford Carol ‘On a flesh and bone foundation’: An Irish History. Angels We Have Heard On High at ‘Over thy dead body’: The Cemetery Blog." You carol better than ever!
 
Debra Newton-Carter tells us "Here it is...on the verge of a deadline...my offering to Blog Caroling: The Coventry Carol. Complete with two videos, lyrics and a brief history. Hope you'll stop by to In Black and White: Cross-Cultural Genealogy."We'll all be there to enjoy! Thank you!
 
Shelley Bishop blog caroling at A Sense of Family says "Thanks for hosting this again this year, footnoteMaven! I'm sharing a favorite from my childhood, "Let It Snow!" by the Ray Conniff Singers." You are most welcome, and it's snowing here. Oh, you should share that iTunes Christmas list. 74?
 
Amanda Pape (the librarian) - ABT UNK - Carols For unto us a Child is born (from Handel's Messiah). Also, read about how Amanda sang this 25 years ago. Incomparable, why thank you!
 
Linda McCauley of Documenting the Details blog carols "Santa Clause is Coming to Town." In Linda's case I'm sure he is!
 
Vickie Everhart of BeNotForgot recycled and updated the one she shared in 2011 . . . Star of the East . . . "Merry Christmas, y'all!" Merry Christmas Vickie Love.
 
Kim of Footstepts of the Past blog carols White Christmas. "Love visiting all the sing along blogs each year!" And we love visiting yours!
 
Kristin Williams is blog caroling "We Three Kings" at Finding Eliza. I love what you've done with it.
 
Liv Taylor-Harris of Claiming Kin said..."Thanks for hosting this wonderful event again." Liv is blog caroling the Hallelujah Chorus. It is my pleasure to host this event and so good to see you here.
 
Pam Schaffner - Digging Down East is caroling Silver Bells. Here them ring!
 
From Susan (Scotsue) of Family History Fun carols Silent Night. Go, sing along.
 
Daniel Dillman tells us his contribution is irreverent as always...Catch it on his blog Indiana Dillmans. You'll know it the minute you see/hear it. 
 
Shelley at My Genealogical Journey says "Thank you for Blog Caroling what a wonderful place to reflect on Christmas." Shelley blog carols Jingle Bells. Thank you Shelley, for your reflection. 
 
Denise Levenick, The Family Curator says "I am soooo happy to see this feature back for 2012! Peace and joy to you, dear friend. I'm sending a new old version of my favorite carol, "Silent Night," played on the antique music box inherited by Mr. Curator. Enjoy." Denise, how beautiful!
 
True Lewis of NoTe's To MySelf chose Silent Night by The Temptations for her first time blog caroling. Welcome True, I love the Temptations.
 
Pauleen of Family History Across the Seas blogs an Australian Carol/Song, Six White Boomers. She says "Six White Boomers" is the one featured even though not my favourite but its fun and given how hot it is today I can empathise with Santa. New to me! Oh, and it's snowing here.
 
Jill Ball author of Geniaus says...Thrilled to see you blogging away fM. Hope that 2013 brings good health and happiness to you and Mr fM. My contribution, An Australian Christmas Carol. Thank you, good to be back. Merry Christmas to both you and Mr. B. 
 
And my own, Good Bloggers All This Christmas Time - The Wexford Carol.
Thank You All For Keeping This Tradition
I enjoyed each and every one of your carols
I experienced some new; some old
(Bloggers that is)
I listened to each beautiful arrangement
and I loved them!

Merry Christmas!



Note - Blogger has been acting up for Blog Caroling. If your contribution isn't here email me and I'll add you!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Good Bloggers All This Christmas Time


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 I have selected probably the best known of Irish Christmas songs (and my very 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 beloved 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.
How I love Blog Caroling!!
What a joyous noise we will make
when we all come together to sing-along.

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


We will assemble Wednesday, December 19
to tour all the Caroling Blogs! 

The date tag is a Katie Pertiet, Counting Christmas Tags No. 2 and the Christmas image is Vintage Christmas Blendables No. 1 on Designer Digital

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

footnoteMaven's Tradition of Blog Caroling

Yes, Geneabloggers it's time for fM's favorite Christmas tradition. 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 Friday, December 14. (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 Caroling is posting the lyrics, youtube video, etc. of your favorite Christmas carol on your blog.)

Blog Carol between today and Friday, 14 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. (Please list Your Name, Blog Name, Favorite Carol and the link to your post in the comments below.)


If you sing along with us, feel free to snag the Victorian Santa Blog Caroling Badge above. 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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I Once Was The Great Pumpkin - A fM Tradition


It was a dark and snow stormy night. The witching hour had finally come to pass. I gazed at myself in the mirror - the "Great Pumpkin" look was me all over.

The trip in this blizzard would be a long one and I had to arrive at my destination in time for Halloween. As we drove, I hung my head out the passenger door window to help the driver follow the lines painted on the road. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I was developing freezer burn, but that was the least of my worries. I kept yelling "hurry" but thanks to the weather there was no hurry this Halloween.

At last, the lights of my destination appeared. I was met at the door by a woman wearing a nurse's uniform. "Great costume," I remarked. She was not amused.

"How far along is your pumpkin?" she asked. "Nine months, six days," I answered. "Is it your first pumpkin?" First and most likely last I thought. "Yes," I answered. She informed me I had probably made a mistake in calculating my pumpkin growth chart, as my pumpkin wasn't large enough to be delivered for this Halloween celebration.

"Go for a walk," she suggested. "Your pumpkin will be late for the celebration. No Halloween winner for you this year."

Walk? She wanted someone dressed as the "Great Pumpkin" to walk. How long, how far? Okay, this pumpkin was getting really heavy and it was evident I would soon be viewing it from a spot on the corridor floor.

Where did that woman dressed as a nurse go? All the doors down the corridor were closed. I started opening them, one by one, looking for the pumpkin patch.

Aha! A man dressed as a doctor was placing a recently arrived pumpkin in the patch. "I've got another one for you," I called to him. The woman in the nurse's uniform shook her head and whispered to the doctor. "Check her anyway," he ordered.

The disbelieving woman in the nurse's uniform reluctantly checked and found to her surprise that my pumpkin was well on its way. Minutes later I participated in the Halloween celebration. A new pumpkin for the patch.

"A witch or a warlock?" I asked the doctor. "A princess," he replied.


TheEnd

My little princess was six years old before she realized that people did not come to our door on the 31st of October asking for candy because it was her birthday, but rather because it was Halloween.

It is her favorite holiday and she firmly believes that everyone should celebrate because it is her birthday after all.

This was originally published for the 34th Carnival of Genealogy, October 2007. It's one of my favorites. A footnoteMaven Halloween Tradition. Happy Birthday Tracy.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


This country's collective tragedy of 9/11 is far more vivid in my mind than where I was and what I was doing nine years ago today. What happened to me that day blurs. The impressions of the events on the East Coast have taken over as my memory. While they are far more clear than what happened to me that day, I have tried to recount what was my personal experience eleven years ago today.

It was early in the morning here on the West Coast. I was in Portland. I was attending my masters of law program and was renting a house with three young men, all first year law students. I was still in bed when my daughter called. I was listening to her describe what was happening, when the young man from New York started banging on our bedroom doors. At the same time he was trying desperately to reach his family back home on his cell phone.

September 11, 2001 attacks in New York City: V...Image via WikipediaWe all got up and gathered in the living room. No television, we were huddled around a small radio I had taken from my room. "Who would do this," one of the young men asked? "Osama Bin Laden would be my prime candidate," I answered. Then one of the other boys proceeded to explain how this was our fault based on our foreign policy.

A foreign policy lecture? Our fault? This was not the time or the place. I went to my room to get dressed. My husband called, he was watching TV when the second plane hit. He wanted me to come home. I told him I'd drive on campus and see what the schedule was and let him know. My daughter called again. Her company was headquartered in the World Trade Center. There was no contact with the people she spoke to every day and it would be days before she knew the fate of several in the WTC who had been friends. She was shaken and wanted me to come home.

Everything seemed to be in fast motion that morning. People moved faster, talked faster. Not quite panic, but certainly not calm. By the time I arrived at the Dean's office I had heard about the Pentagon. The law school was hosting a federal judges conference that day and I recognized what were surely FBI agents.

Not a good day to have that many federal judges in one spot I thought. The conference was canceled. By now, I just wanted to go home. The school left the decision to each student as to whether or not they would leave campus. I knew nothing would be accomplished in class and that my family needed my support and I theirs. I started for home.

Home was not just around the corner. Home was a three and a half hour drive. During the drive I heard from each of my children and my husband several times. About two hours into the drive I became ill. When I arrived in town I drove straight to the Emergency Room where my husband met me. I spent the night, probably the only person in the country who had not seen any of the coverage on television. Probably best, one of my nurses had assured me.

The next days would make up for that. Some of it vivid to this day. I have heard people say they try to put those images out of their mind. I do not. I consciously try to remember them. I remember them often. The young girl holding up the photograph of her father pleading for help in finding him, exhausted rescuers covered in dust, those who chose to jump to their deaths, and the collapse of a landmark, a symbol, our security. I remember. I will always remember.


Reprinted from a 2007 post.
TheEnd