tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73221126956757781482024-03-12T23:23:35.450-04:00I Will RememberKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-72716344806850861552010-09-29T10:35:00.000-04:002010-09-29T10:35:36.635-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Frank Joel and Anna Kinney Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKLCq2BeaeO6QiyHuFv84dPvSwXd-pBBrvA57UFFzC-PVxizjCoCOWs7As4BeRg8cU2pr1M9dprL2bJTsTXUh3ZN-dTkyvxSd5GR0EIm1lUKcdi6iVoO67ulqICQmFWCvefe38t5EY04/s1600/Kinneys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKLCq2BeaeO6QiyHuFv84dPvSwXd-pBBrvA57UFFzC-PVxizjCoCOWs7As4BeRg8cU2pr1M9dprL2bJTsTXUh3ZN-dTkyvxSd5GR0EIm1lUKcdi6iVoO67ulqICQmFWCvefe38t5EY04/s400/Kinneys.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kinney Family 1884 </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This a photo of my husband's great-great grandparents and their family. It was taken in 1884, probably near Worcester, Massachusetts where this family lived.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Front Row: Henry, Frank Joel, Anna, Sarah, Lorenzo</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rear: Asa, Lillie (Herbert's wife), Herbert, Emma, Clarence</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This photo includes all seven children of Frank Joel and Anna. Frank went on to have three more children by another wife after Anna died in 1890. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I took a picture of this photo some years ago when a cousin of my husband brought it to a family gathering. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Make sure you don't miss the cat under Lorenzo's chair! He clearly wanted to be known as a member of the family!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's a good day,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kathy</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-78169065398281180652010-09-14T21:42:00.000-04:002010-09-14T21:42:41.716-04:00Tombstone Tuesday - Mary Robinson Wells<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">First Hopkinton Cemetery</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hopkinton, Washington, Rhode Island</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mary Robinson Wells</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">b. November 14, 1762 Rhode Island</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. May 23, 1842 Hopkinton, Washington, Rhode Island</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mary, wife of Thomas Wells, is the daughter of John Robinson and Elizabeth Wells Robinson. She is my husband's 4th great-grandmother.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-90513627455210724632010-09-11T14:57:00.000-04:002010-09-11T14:57:43.742-04:00Surname Saturday - RobinsonMy husband has a line of Robinsons in his ancestry that is different than the one in my family. Today I present his Robinson line beginning with Edward.<br />
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<b>Edward Robinson</b> was born about 1616 in England. His will was recorded on 18 May 1686 in Newport, Newport, Rhode Island. He mentions both his sons by his wife Margaret Hall, Francis and Edward, in this document.<br />
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<b>Francis Robinson</b> was born after 1680 in Newport, Newport, Rhode Island. He married Elisabeth about 1712 in Westerly, Rhode Island. <br />
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<b>John Robinson</b> was born about 1713. He married Mary Irish on August 23, 1733 in Westerly, Rhode Island. They had sons John, Daniel and Rowland. John died about 1777 in Hopkinton, Washington, Rhode Island.<br />
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<b>John Robinson</b> was born after 1738 in Westerly. He married Elizabeth Wells about 1762 in Hopkinton, Rhode Island. He died after 1790.<br />
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<b>Mary "Polly" Robinson</b> was born 14 November 1762. She married Thomas Wells in February 1782. She died on May 22, 1842 and was buried at First Hopkinton Cemetery, Hopkinton, Washington, Rhode Island.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-41718663407467752162010-09-09T20:08:00.001-04:002010-09-09T20:08:40.810-04:00Another Treasure from FamilySearch.orgI reported a week or two ago about finding some of my New Brunswick, Canada ancestor's on http://pilot.familysearch.org . There I found a collection of New Brunswick Death Certificates. Today I am sharing the death certificate of my great-grandmother Annie Scott Babington Robinson.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The story that my father and aunts have told about Annie is that my grandmother, Annie's daughter, had recently become a school teacher and was living away from her family teaching school. Her mother died unexpectedly and she left her teaching to go home and be with her family. This death certificate verifies most of this. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Annie died on January 15, 1921 after only one week of illness. The cause of her death is listed as acute encephalitis. I wonder how accurate that diagnose was given medical knowledge of that time period. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In January of 1921, my grandmother was not quite 21 years old, just about right to be a new teacher. Annie died at home in Cambridge, Queens, New Brunswick. This leads me to wonder just where my grandmother had gone to teach. I'll need to ask.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The death information was supplied by George Robinson, Annie's husband. Annie's parents were reported as expected, James and Susana (Coyle) Babington. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The last interesting fact was the undertaker's name, Arnold Dykeman. He was the son-in-law of George and Annie Robinson, married to their daughter Ethel Blanche. My parents both remembered that Arnold was an undertaker in Cambridge. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Annie Robinson died at 52 years old. Far too young for her and her family. I know her loss was always felt by my grandmother and no doubt her siblings as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rest in peace, great-grandmother. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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This line I can trace to <b>Thomas Welles</b> born about 1626 in Colchester, Essex, England. He came to this country with his parents about 1629. On February 22, 1655 he married Naomi Marshall in Boston, Massachusetts. They bought 180 acres in what is now Westerly, Rhode Island. Thomas and Naomi had children Thomas, Joseph, John, Nathaniel, Mary, Ruth and Sarah. He died February 12, 1700 in Westerly.<br />
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Son <b>Thomas Welles</b> was born December 4, 1661 in Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts. He married Sarah Rogers in 1691 in Hopkinton, Washington, Rhode Island. They had children Thomas, Edward and Sarah. Thomas died June 10, 1716 in Westerly, Washington, Rhode Island.<br />
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My husband descends from both Thomas and Edward. First I will trace Thomas.<br />
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<b>Thomas Wells </b>was born about 1692 in Westerly, Washington, Rhode Island. He married Phebe Greene on September 22, 1717 in Stonington, Connecticut. They had children Thomas, Phebe, Lois, Benjamin, Caleb, Joshua and Nathan. Thomas died about 1770 in Westerly, Rhode Island.<br />
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<b>Thomas Wells</b> was born April 5, 1723 in Hopkinton, Rhode Island. He married Sarah Thompson on April 3, 1745 in Westerly. Thomas served in the Revolutionary War as a Captain in Col. Richmond's Regiment, 4th Company. He also served in the State Assembly and State Senate. He was a member of the Council of War and Justice of the State Supreme Court. He died August 31, 1796 in Hopkinton.<br />
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<b>Thomas Wells</b> was born April 22, 1755 in Hopkinton. He married Mary "Polly" Robinson on February 21, 1782. He was a lawyer like his father. He died April 20, 1829 in Hopkinton.<br />
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<b>Thomas Robinson Wells</b> was born about 1784. He was a banker. He married first Maria Potter on March 15, 1808 in South Kingstown, Washington, Rhode Island. They had children Thomas, John, Mary, Hannah, Sarah and Elizabeth. He married 2nd Emma Palmer. Thomas died August 21, 1853 in South Kingstown. <br />
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<b>Thomas Potter Well</b>s was born April 28, 1809 in South Kingstown, Washington, Rhode Island. He married first Sarah Clarke and had children Thomas and Frances. He married 2nd Clarissa Sherman and had children George and Theodore. He married 3rd Julia Esther Johnson and had children Helen and Herbert. He died August 21, 1884 in South Kingstown.<br />
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Daughter<b> Helen May Wells</b> is my husband's great-grandmother.<br />
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Back to Thomas Welles and Sarah Rogers Welles. My husband also descends from son <b>Edward Wells.</b> Edward Wells was born about 1694 in Westerly, Rhode Island. He married Elizabeth Randall on January 12, 1726 in Westerly, Rhode Island. He died December 1765 in Hopkinton.<br />
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<b>Elizabeth Well</b>s was born October 13, 1733 in Westerly, Rhode Island. She married John Robinson on November 12, 1762 in Hopkinton. She died June 12, 1819. Elizabeth and John's daughter Mary "Polly" Robinson is the same woman who married Thomas Wells, see above.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-70960064085527378092010-09-01T18:06:00.000-04:002010-09-01T18:06:07.332-04:00Wordless Wednesday - First Day of School Remembered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YtsAbfM_oj_7cTqvQAieLVNglbfJQtc96PBgjFWdUqGqc3DVHTfV5Vjb9KPE3c3mKJLrInWfpDYZGcA-vK1ciyCwE88jKYJXVzt9aGHDMj2XpYyXMrdH99_hTGpEv8B9UabnwkZiYvg/s1600/FirstDaySchool1995-fix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YtsAbfM_oj_7cTqvQAieLVNglbfJQtc96PBgjFWdUqGqc3DVHTfV5Vjb9KPE3c3mKJLrInWfpDYZGcA-vK1ciyCwE88jKYJXVzt9aGHDMj2XpYyXMrdH99_hTGpEv8B9UabnwkZiYvg/s400/FirstDaySchool1995-fix.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">First Day of School</div><div style="text-align: center;">September 1995</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids and their school teacher dad!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Thomas Wells</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;">b. April 22, 1755 Rhode Island</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. April 20, 1829 Hopkinton, Washington, Rhode Island</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thomas Wells was the son of Thomas Wells and Sarah Thompson Wells. He was married to Mary "Polly" Robinson. Thomas is my husband's 4th great-grandfather.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-64516914223832571022010-08-26T19:47:00.000-04:002010-08-26T19:47:18.788-04:00Treasure Chest Thursday - OttersMy treasure for today is a pair of otters. My grandfather, Ross Hannon, was an avid outdoorsman. He made his living outside - farming, hunting, fishing. He owned the ceramic otter shown below (on left) and sometimes carried it in his pocket. I was lucky enough to receive it when he died. My daughter created me the one on the right one day when she was about about 12. She knew I cherished my otter and wanted him to have company in the display cabinet.<br />
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</div>Now I am lucky enough to have two otters to cherish! <br />
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It's a good day.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-68563922787618522062010-08-24T21:46:00.002-04:002010-08-24T21:47:26.805-04:00Tombstone Tuesday - Salvatore and Congetta Nocito<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saint Francis Cemetery</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wakefield, Rhode Island</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Salvatore "Sam" J. Nocito</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">b. November 24, 1912</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. October 25, 1975</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Congetta "Connie" T. Faella</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">b. July 6, 1915</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. July 20, 1980</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uncle Sam and Aunt Connie were my husband's paternal aunt and uncle. Congetta was one of the twelve children of Gaetano and Pasqualina Faella. Salvatore served in the Army during WWII.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-76109840343767570102010-08-23T20:54:00.001-04:002010-08-23T20:55:25.406-04:00Family Search Gold!Inspired by somebody's blog post about the number of records that have been indexed on the Family Search website (unlike most of you, I was not organized enough to remember who posted the article), I went surfing on over the other day. From the <a href="http://pilot.familysearch.org/recordsearch/start.html#p=home">Pilot Family Search home</a>, I clicked on <i>Search or Browse our record collection</i>. From there I chose North America to see what databases were available. One that caught my eye, marked by a red star indicating that it was <i>New or updated</i>, was the New Brunswick, Canada, Death Certificates.<br />
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Quite a few members of my father's family were originally immigrants to the US but were loyalists to the British Crown during the Revolutionary War and consequently moved on to Canada when the war ended. I have found the <a href="http://archives.gnb.ca/archives/default.aspx?culture=en-CA">Provincial Archives of New Brunswick</a> to be quite helpful for searching out these ancestors. However, in the Family Search collection were actual copies of the death certificates for two time periods, 1920-1934 and 1935-1938. No index is yet available but I was unable to resist just searching the whole database.<br />
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I was lucky in that for the 1920-1934 time frame, for Queens County, there were only 1,086 records to peruse. In no time at all (well it did take some time, but it flew by!), I had located three ancestors death records. One that I found quite exciting was for my great-grandfather George Byron McKiel.<br />
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Byron, as he was known, was born on March 31, 1868 to Eliza Eva McKiel. He died on November 25, 1925 in Wickham, Queens, New Brunswick, Canada. The death certificate told me that he had been sick for only 3 days when he died from Lobar Pneumonia. (Lobar meaning of, or pertaining to, one or more of the lobes of the lungs)<br />
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Although at least three of his children were still alive and living in the area, the informant for the death certificate information was a non-relative. Why does this matter? Byron was born to Eliza, along with another son, while she was still single. She later married Jacob Van Wart and went on to have more children. However, Byron and his brother Melvin, retained the McKiel surname. One of my aunts who had done lots of genealogy work and visited and talked with many of our canadian ancestors, has not been able to determine who Byron's father was. Although she believes that some of the older relatives know the answer, no one has been willing to tell. The death certificate lists the father as John McKiel. Could this be the one? Eliza did have a brother John who was 7 or 8 years older than she. Could he have been the father?<br />
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It would be a shame if those who know the answer to this question, however shameful they feel the information to be, were to let the answer stay hidden now when Eliza, Bryon and Melvin have all died. I hope that by writing about it here, someone, somewhere, who knows the truth will be inspired to tell.<br />
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In any case, I found Byron's death certificate. It was a good day!!<br />
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I have indexed records for the Family Search project for quite some time. Now I am inspired to continue and hope that some of you may be as well. Just go to the<a href="http://indexing.familysearch.org/newuser/nuhome.jsf?3.6.5"> FamilySearch Indexing</a> home page to learn how.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-58396823344327645762010-08-19T20:35:00.001-04:002010-08-19T20:37:31.777-04:00Treasure Chest Thursday - Flying the Coop!<div style="text-align: left;">Our daughter Katie is off to graduate school in Charleston, South Carolina. She is also recently engaged. So this move might just signal the end of her years of living at home with us. It is rather sad, but also what we hope for with our children - that they find their way in the world and start to build their own lives. So it is with sadness and thanksgiving that I say good luck to my first child, my treasure, Katie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Be happy, be safe, have fun! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Love, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Mom</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the spirit of summertime, I share this photo of the family picking up my brother, the scout on the left, after a week at Boy Scout Camp Yawgoog in Rockville, Rhode Island.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-48623352422016777882010-08-10T18:11:00.000-04:002010-08-10T18:11:43.517-04:00Tombstone Tuesday - Lucy Maria Turner Hannan<div style="text-align: center;">Hannan Cemetery</div><div style="text-align: center;">Palermo, Waldo, Maine</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5FAvRHrnrrDLXMLXoHmu_oPRNN0Yb0mrzFC2vNKMlBeCVudrxIJKswN2lubOldGkZEWRUqNZg0kUq31Jl0nxYWVI7oO4GyVxnQJUpZ8yyD-CvJO1oL4Eiv15Y72PBtfW25PS7j9U_NI/s1600/LucyMariaTurner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5FAvRHrnrrDLXMLXoHmu_oPRNN0Yb0mrzFC2vNKMlBeCVudrxIJKswN2lubOldGkZEWRUqNZg0kUq31Jl0nxYWVI7oO4GyVxnQJUpZ8yyD-CvJO1oL4Eiv15Y72PBtfW25PS7j9U_NI/s400/LucyMariaTurner2.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lucy Maria Turner Hannan</div><div style="text-align: center;">b. June 19, 1824 Liberty, Waldo, Maine</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. April 13, 1915 Liberty, Waldo, Maine</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Summers lasted forever when we were kids! I never remember them being too hot or too rainy. I was lucky to grow up in a neighborhood full of kids, on a dead end street where we could ride our bikes in the road, or play kickball, or tag without fear of being runover. We built forts, we played marbles, we had games of all kinds with very little help from the grown-ups. We were outside from morning till night. It was a great time in my life! I wish more kids today had the freedom and opportunity to experience summer like I did.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's hoping you can remember some fun summer days from your childhood!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-83331749290300086552010-07-28T20:26:00.000-04:002010-07-28T20:26:09.302-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Hannan Family Campout<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXHhl5GwjgO4gYDt2myK3BDvTVAHK5HrZ915ODDRkHPGXbQoqsVppCGqiFtdsIZZs-QjRMa_4fLa7Tp04OhmHfFbX4UnkMJBeetFHBCABLs229pdv5FH8pEG5-vuSEpixLz8cA6Aq2ds/s1600/hannancampout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXHhl5GwjgO4gYDt2myK3BDvTVAHK5HrZ915ODDRkHPGXbQoqsVppCGqiFtdsIZZs-QjRMa_4fLa7Tp04OhmHfFbX4UnkMJBeetFHBCABLs229pdv5FH8pEG5-vuSEpixLz8cA6Aq2ds/s400/hannancampout.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Hannan Family camping out at Green Valley Campground in Vassalboro, Maine. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know the year. That is me in the middle with the glasses and my grandfather's arm around me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think we did this only one time but we had a grand time! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Harry Redvers McKiel</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">b. July 30, 1900 New Brunswick, Canada</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. October 22, 1962 Waterville, Maine</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Along with some shorter trips, my parents took us on two quite lengthy camping trips when I was young. The first was in the summer of 1969 when we travelled from our home in Rhode Island to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada. Why Saskatoon you might ask? My father had some meetings there for his job. So in early July, we packed up our tent trailer, plus grammie McKiel, my father's mom, and headed out. Grammie was going with us as far as Niagara Falls where her brother Gordon lived. Here we are, ready to go, with Grammie already safely in the back seat. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't believe that grammie had ever camped before but she was always game and with a great sense of humor and lots of stories, she kept amused for much of the trip. Here she is, enjoying a meal at our campsite.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Two summers later, we were off to California for 6 weeks. More meetings for my father and lots of scenery for us all. I remember more about this trip including stops at Universal Studios, driving through the California Redwoods Forest, a stop at the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas and much more.<br />
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As with the 1969 trip, we stayed every night in our camper. We probably ate no more than two or three meals that were not prepared by my mom, unless we were visiting friends or relatives. In fact, one thing I remember very well is stopping at rest stops for lunch and my parents pulling out the cooler and my mom making sandwiches.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">We saw many of the beautiful sights of the US. We had lots of family time. We had lots of laughs. We were hot, we were cold. We argued and played. We got rained on, we saw snow (in July). I think as kids it was mostly a great time. We didn't have to worry about driving or cooking. We were very lucky to see all that we did. Thanks Mom and Dad.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-28851766508250576442010-07-22T11:44:00.000-04:002010-07-22T11:44:47.335-04:00Treasure Chest Thursday - A Blog BookJust yesterday I received a book with most of my blog postings for the first six months of this blog. I made it using the software from blurb.com and the "download from your blog" option. Basically, the blurb software downloads all the posts from your blog and loads them into some default book page templates. You can then edit to your hearts content - adding and removing pages, pictures and text.<br />
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After a few days of editing, I used my 20% off coupon (always got to have a coupon!) and sent the book off for publishing. A little over a week later my book arrived. It is a 7" x 7" format, softcover with premium paper. All 108 pages for only $18.36 plus $6.99 shipping. I couldn't be happier! <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">FYI, I have no affiliation with blurb.com</span></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-75702209222255269662010-07-21T13:17:00.001-04:002010-07-21T13:18:39.811-04:00We Did That Too! Plus Cookies and Mosquitoes!<div style="text-align: left;">This past weekend, July 16-18th, 2010, President Obama and his family took a vacation to Acadia National Park in Bar Harbor, Maine. We got to see them climbing up Cadillac Mountain and taking in all the beautiful scenery!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Back in the summer of 1995, we took a trip to Acadia for our summer vacation. We didn't stay in a nice hotel or have the secret service clear the way for us. However, we have very fond memories of our time there.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We visited Acadia in late June 1995. We setup our tent as the biggest mosquitoes I have ever seen swarmed at us from all directions. The kids, 6 and 8, don't remember that part. They remember telling us they were hungry, and me handing them a bag of Chip's Ahoy cookies. When they asked how many could they have (usually the limit was two apiece), I said "As many as you want! Now go play while we set up this tent!" Only years later did I learn that they took that permission to heart and each had 6 or 8 cookies!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">where it wasn't too cold for marshmallows. However, even the smoke couldn't keep the mosquitoes away!<br />
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Mosquitoes were the bane of the trip! Either you were warm by the fire with mosquitoes or cold in the screen room without. That left us going to bed at about 8 pm. We coped for a couple of days, saw all the main views and packed up for home earlier than we had planned. We braved a few more tent camping trips before my husband declared that renting a house or a condo for the week would be more to his liking. Since then that has been our way! Beds, sofas, TVs, showers, rugs, kitchens and SCREENS have been part of our motto! But as always, the trials of life seem to bring the most vivid memories. <br />
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I hope the Obamas enjoyed themselves. I hear they stayed in a hotel (with screens no doubt)! Acadia National Park is a wonderful place where mountains meet islands and the sea. Cadillac Mountain is the tallest peak on America's North Atlantic seaboard at 1532 feet. The view is magnificent. There are also many hiking paths, lakes and other vistas to enjoy. One caveat, the water is cold! It rarely gets above 55 degrees, even in the summer.<br />
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All and all, I have buzzing great memories of my stay there!<br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-90936871511649925262010-07-20T11:55:00.001-04:002010-07-20T11:56:03.963-04:00Tombstone Tuesday - Maria Campbell Megginson<div style="text-align: center;">Hollywood Cemetery</div><div style="text-align: center;">Richmond City, Virginia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Maria Campbell Hening Megginson</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">b. April 30, 1846 Jefferson, Powhatan, Virginia</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. June 12, 1922 Virginia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maria is my husband's great-great grandmother. She was the 2nd wife of Benjamin Cabell Megginson. </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-90571883168871009052010-07-15T20:24:00.000-04:002010-07-15T20:24:12.700-04:00Treasure Chest Thursday - All Grown Up<div style="text-align: center;">Today my youngest, my son John, is 21 years old! If he isn't a treasure I don't know what one is!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I could hardly decide which picture to include here. What fun to look through at all the fun times we have had! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday John!</span></div></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-36173848457694828672010-07-13T20:32:00.002-04:002010-07-13T20:39:14.833-04:00Tombstone Tuesday - Thomas Miner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxIiwbByGfCusntWHnxjqMQLHkSn8MCFv6zJFuEaCHyudn99UStBdYN1ma0pPk3DKfBqlpIFXGbhuzrrOQqLHNID05JG07tp82rXJ8ilIjVeZN2Jj-KPgp-C7P208EdMGiWCFBN6_Zck/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxIiwbByGfCusntWHnxjqMQLHkSn8MCFv6zJFuEaCHyudn99UStBdYN1ma0pPk3DKfBqlpIFXGbhuzrrOQqLHNID05JG07tp82rXJ8ilIjVeZN2Jj-KPgp-C7P208EdMGiWCFBN6_Zck/s320/IMG_1838.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Thomas Miner</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">b. April 23, 1608 Chew-Magna, Somerset, England</div><div style="text-align: center;">d. October 23 1690 Quiambaug, Stonington, New London, Connecticut</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Thomas is my husband's 9th great-grandfather. He was one of the founding members of the town of Quiambaug, now Stonington, Connecticut.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-46223160925968176382010-06-29T18:03:00.000-04:002010-06-29T18:03:17.917-04:00Update to Wedding Cake Toppers!I don't know how I forgot this! My nephew was married last year in China to his Chinese Bride. The kewpie doll wedding cake topper was taken to China. In China, wedding cakes are not usually part of the tradition. My niece managed to make a cake, in a toaster oven because ovens are not even that usual, and the kewpie dolls made their appearance. Hooray to the tradition going strong in its 3rd generation!<br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-69496935145969782532010-06-27T16:18:00.002-04:002010-06-27T21:11:19.905-04:00Sentimental Sunday - Wedding Cake ToppersMy husband is one of seven children, six of them married. When the first of his siblings were being wed, his parents found the wedding cake topper that they had used on their wedding cake almost 25 years earlier. J&F decided to use it on their cake. Thus was born a wonderful tradition. Next S&N were married and they too used the same topper for their cake. My husband and I were married next, on June 14, 1980 - yes, 30 years ago this year! Here we are!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now this picture doesn't really show the kewpie doll wedding topper so here is a close-up. (Not the best picture I have - I will try to find a better one and post it here).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, a few years later H&J were married and used the same topper followed by T&J. Five family weddings with the same wedding cake topper! And the same one that my husband's parents had used. A grand tradition we all enjoyed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">One day while watching some old slides from my husband's grandparents collection, the following picture popped onto the screen and the entire crew began laughing at once!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It is my in-laws, at their wedding on November 22, 1952. It doesn't take much to see that the wedding cake topper is not the kewpie dolls. Who had they originally belonged to? Well, that question was never answered, but we all agreed that we still loved our kewpie doll topper tradition. To include my in-laws, on their 50th wedding anniversary, where it was a PIE-anniversary, the kewpie dolls topped the anniversary pie.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Although the tradition began by accident, it is one that I am happy to be a part of. All the marriages are going strong, including my in-laws who have now been married 57 years! Soon the next generation of this family will be getting married. I will encourage all I can to take part in this wonderful celebration of family!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ain't families grand! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322112695675778148.post-88401368924719668152010-06-25T10:20:00.000-04:002010-06-25T10:20:40.374-04:00Foster Family Photo<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The Children of Asa & Sarah (Morrill) Foster</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWEjMGRjkAWpkYn54bd6QJehs-W7UtBIsUUY97IH5-shgvQpZ2sEQg8xO4TD8WmRKhWrfiytQrhSmGUOWmCK9M4b20VJLTmb46IL-6sYGAlXsCsQLUYI3NmZNybH56Jr4nWP2Gq1Yq0I/s1600/FosterFam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWEjMGRjkAWpkYn54bd6QJehs-W7UtBIsUUY97IH5-shgvQpZ2sEQg8xO4TD8WmRKhWrfiytQrhSmGUOWmCK9M4b20VJLTmb46IL-6sYGAlXsCsQLUYI3NmZNybH56Jr4nWP2Gq1Yq0I/s400/FosterFam2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br />
Asa and Sarah (Morrill) Foster had 12 children, all born in Canterbury, New Hampshire. This picture is of ten of them! (See my post on Sarah's efforts to receive Asa's pension after he died <a href="http://kfaella.blogspot.com/2010/06/sarah-foster-and-her-deceased-husbands.html">here</a>).<br />
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Seated (l-r): Asa Foster b. September 2, 1795<br />
Lucy Foster b. January 30, 1797<br />
Adams Foster b. February 22, 1800<br />
Mehitable Foster b. October 21, 1803<br />
Standing (l-r): Caroline Foster b. January 13, 1816<br />
Newel Foster b. February 7, 1814<br />
David Foster b. October 11, 1811<br />
Stephen Foster b. November 17, 1809<br />
Galen Foster b. October 10, 1807<br />
Sarah Foster b. December 7, 1805<br />
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I am not sure exactly where or when the photo was taken, but I think it is wonderful that they all came together to have this picture taken!! <br />
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This amazing photo came to me via a cousin of my husband.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00239515536631230040noreply@blogger.com2