Those new red vases; recent purchase from Dollar Tree.
This was the first time I put dish soap—with bleach—in the fountain. Usually, just bleach circulating overnight.
I thought I thoroughly flushed away the soap and bleach!! Forty minutes later, fountain still has foam.
Remember the old Brylcreem commercial (?): “A little dab’ll do ya!” Obviously, with Dawn dishwashing soap “A little dab will do ya.”
Yes, that’s a computer phrase. It’s 2:50 AM as I start this message; couldn’t sleep. Another thunder-storm last evening and we lost power (again). Hey, no TV, no Internet, “bed time.”
“Garbage in” refers to the time I imported information from an Ancestry.com “Member Tree” into my personal member tree. Frankly, I’ve paid for the Ancestry subscription for many years but seldom visited the information. As with any computer program, there’s a “learning curve.” Until recently, I never “got the hang” of Ancestry. (To my dismay, the program totally changed a couple of years ago.) Perhaps two weeks ago, simultaneous with the scanning project, I visited Ancestry.com for information. You’ve heard my lament; I couldn’t walk away!! I wrote about “chasing rabbits.”
“Garbage out” was my goal. It has taken an enormous amount of time to individually work the families and undo the errors. Now, a little background information: My ancestry is wrapped up with the Old German Baptist Brethren–a Christian group you might mistake for the Amish. The families lived on neighboring farms, worshiped in the same Church, and intermarried. They moved from Pennsylvania to Virginia, to Ohio, to Indiana, to Kansas, ever westward seeking farmland. The families are knit together like an afghan (is that a good illustration?). My recent labor only involved three surnames: Frantz, Brubaker and Blocher. In essence, it only involved three families. Here’s the problem: Two and three marriages each. I hasten to say that death robbed the families of a mother or father (divorce was unheard of in those days). Simply put: Father had ten children, Mother just died in childbirth. Within the community, a widow is struggling with her seven children. The woman (in this case) married her sister’s husband. The couple marries–it’s what we now call a “blended family.” Step-brother and step-sister marry.
When I imported that family circle from another Ancestry “Member Tree,” I had “a can of worms” (figuratively speaking). Because it looked like “Father” had seventeen children. The names of the wives were confused. During long hours working with names, and dates, I (hopefully) established the true family structure.
Now, I am very wary of those Ancestry “Member Trees”!! Now, I only work with original sources: Census, marriage, death. Now, I recognize that the Census records play a big role in the family structure “problem.” All the children listed and a researcher (perhaps new to Ancestry) just adds that data to their Member Tree.
Quite frankly, I’m indebted to my publication Frantz Families–Kith & Kin for many of the answers to my recent frustration in Ancestry. Published in 1996, well researched, well documented–and much easier to identify individuals on the “black and white pages.” Remember, I mentioned they lived in community, worshiped in the same church, intermarried? Frantz Families–Kith & Kin is three volumes, 3,180 pages. By the grace of God, and my familiarity with the surnames, I was able to get the “garbage out.”
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Twelve-fifty PM note: Now I’ll “publish” this message. I went back to bed about three-thirty this morning and did not get up until nine. I’ve frittered away the morning picking up downed tree limbs, sprinkling poison to kill fire ants, preparing more nectar for the Hummingbirds, etc., etc. The Hummingbirds disappeared for several weeks so I took down the feeder. I had no desire to “serve” sour nectar when they return. Well, while “frittering,” I saw a Hummingbird in my “yarden.” ~~ I’m excited to share a picture of the Plumerias ready to bloom.
Later today, I’ll return to the scanning project. I’ll continue adding resource material to the digitized library.
A violent storm last evening. Hard rain, seemingly unending lightning flashes!! Two strikes in our immediate area but (so far, 9:00 AM) no reported damage. Counting our blessings!! ~~ I went to bed early but was awaken by (restored power) the 10:00 PM TV news. ~~ This morning, I picked up a lot of fallen tree limbs. Approximately three-quarters inch of rain during the two-hour storm.
“Your’s truly” is up to her ear lobes–in Ancestry.com–with the Frantz and Brubaker surnames. Strangely, in the 1850 Census, three young “Ginovan” children are listed in the home of one of my ancestors. So I’ve spent a couple of hours trying to trace these children. The thought crossed my mind they might have been from The Orphan Train. So I did a Google search and read a number of web sites… but that program didn’t start until 1854. That wasn’t the answer and I am still curious. (I may keep searching.)
Blistering HOT today!!
(Much later.) I checked neighbor’s names (next page of 1850 Census on copy of original record) and another Ginovan is nineteen years old and listed as a laborer. Kept looking! Another page and I found John Ginovan, age forty-five, also listed as a “laborer” (for a farmer).
After decades familiarity with the Frantz surname, and numerous collateral lines, I “knew” this was NOT a twig on my tree. That’s why I was so curious about the name–and the family. I’ll never know the details but I believe my ancestor(s) opened their home(s) as Good Samaritans.
Eight o’clock PM and this bit of weather news: The power went out about ten minutes ago. Obviously, no air-conditioning!! I’m able to continue this message on battery power. The wind is shaking the trailer violently!! I’ll publish this message and then go next-door to sit on their porch and visit with my neighbors.
A year ago, I purchased a new air-conditioner and it is working admirably!! Several residents are suffering because their A/C isn’t adequate.
Residents talk about their health problems and their doctor appointments. My only complaint: Fatigue and lack of strength for some maintenance projects.
Today is the seventh day of the seventh month. Forty years ago, my husband and I mailed about two-hundred newsletters with the postmark 7/7/77 and indicated it was a “perfect” time to advise friends of our recent marriage. “Seven” is reported to be “God’s perfect number” so a line-up of sevens should be even better?! (Just a little bit of trivia.)
Wishing my readers God’s richest blessings!!
Worked in my “yarden” this morning. The heat and humidity sap life out of the garden as quickly as out of the gardener!! I’m only “maintaining”; no new plants and (frankly) no tender loving care. It’s ninety degrees outdoors according to the thermometer (at one o’clock) but “feels like” triple digits.