Correction: The image is hot off the press.

Trust me: It took hours to construct that image after two days of exhausting research of the Arnett families. “Exhausting” because I searched—and documented—information other researchers overlooked (or ignored). Folks constantly copied inaccurate information from other Ancestry Member Family Trees.

Frequently, I tell people that “ancestry” is my medicine. For the past two days, I have been searching, and documenting, the Arnett family. They aren’t “close” family; Barbara Arnett married John Frantz—my second cousin five-times-removed. First: “Due diligence” to correctly document two men named David Arnett (rife with too much misinformation in Ancestry family trees). Second: Admiration for the families as they provided homes for the orphan children of one David Arnett. ~~ Yes, I was the architect of five collages of information with the hope it will benefit fellow researchers. ~~ Indeed, I have experienced a lot of medication!!

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Subscribers to Ancestry are so lazy (imho). They copy from another “tree” and seem oblivious to obvious errors. Correction: I’m not an architect, I’m a janitor cleaning up messes.

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“Very hot.” Sometimes I grope for an appropriate title for a blog message. My mind produced the words “très chaud”  from my years living in Paris, France, and my familiarity with the French language.

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Wa-awful,
just off the iron. Translation: Waco awful.

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Below is a copy of a blog message from May 22, 2022. Rita is bombarding me AGAIN with messages—complaints—via Ancestry messaging. How often have I stated that I strive for 200% accuracy in my family tree? After the reader revisits the earlier message (below), read Deja Vu.

I awakened from a dream about aluminum cans. There had been a large social gathering for a picnic. I told the host to save the Pepsi cans. I was madder than a wet hen when I discovered he didn’t save all aluminum cans—only “Pepsi.” (Be careful what I say?)

Many comments greeted me when I checked my email messages. “Complaints” from a woman “mad as a wet hen” with my documentation of her family. I’m not shy about drawing attention to obvious documentation errors and the woman wanted the observation deleted.

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POSTSCRIPT: Hindsight, an afterthought, etc, etc., at twelve noon. (There isn’t anything wrong with my memory; my “recall” is slow.) Rita–the complainer—has my email address and could have written directly to me and not attach eight complaints to individuals in my tree. Rita has a “private” tree and does not share her information. Lorraine has a “public” tree (71,816 individuals) and gladly shares her thirty-five years of research. Read an earlier narrative.

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Yesterday was extremely HOT!! (Miserable heat for weeks!) I sat at my computer—in my trailer home cooled by two window air-conditioners—and spent hours attempting to accurately document a “Frantz” family (a different Frantz family). Creating a collage with information—or a “challenge”—takes time, too. “I want to cry”  because I devote so much time, and energy, to benefit other researchers, and I am rewarded(?) with complaints.

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POSTSCRIPT on Thursday afternoon. ~~ A “friendly” email message arrived from a cousin. He has some mysterious connection with newspapers and funeral homes. It has only been two days since this woman passed away. Her maiden name is “Frantz” but she belongs to a totally different tree. (I document everyone with the Frantz, Franz, France surname.)

Messages with a positive spin are preferable to complaints about the heat and depression?

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Nine residents and “Mr. Red” (RV Park owner) enjoyed lunch at Cracker Barrel. Mr. Red stood on the elevated hearth, of the fireplace, and made a beautiful speech about the meaning of Independence Day. He suggested folks stop by our table and visit with a ninety-four-year-old veteran of World War II, a Silver Star recipient. Prior to Mr. Red’s speech, the restaurant was so noisy we could hardly hear one another talking. Miraculously, the waiters and waitresses stopped what they were doing, and diners stopped talking. The restaurant was quiet and folks were attentive. Afterward, we had a parade of visitors, and (without exception) everyone pulled out their smartphone and requested a picture with “Mr. Gill,” a World War II veteran.  Then our waiter informed us that a gentleman had “picked up the tab” for our table. AWESOME!! The generous gentleman is on the right, in the second picture. ~~ We **ARE** an interesting “family“ at our RV Park: The veteran, a Marine and his wife and twin daughters, a college professor, and a still-ministering, eighty-one-year-old Christian missionary, and his wife. “Yours truly” is extremely blessed to have caring neighbors and thoughtful, kind, generous “Mr. Red.” ~~ The “perk” isn’t limited to a free dinner. ~~