How Did I Miss This?

I have been doing my family genealogy on and off since 1999 or so. That’s about 20 years of research. And just last week I realized that one set of my paternal great grandparents were married on the same date as Wifey and I were! Just many, many, years apart. Ninety nine years apart to be exact.

Church record showing Samuel W. Campbell and Ada E. Taylor marriage.
A blow up of the happy couple’s registration with the date.

I have no idea when I found that church record. It may have been tucked away in my software for years. I have asked the local genealogy society for help in determining the church, and if it’s still standing. My guess it would have been the Methodist church, as Samuel’s obituary mentions he was a member there.

I should also note that Miss Taylor’s legal name is most likely Eleanor Adaline. I have her in census records as Ada E. several times as well as Elner A. But the gravestone shows Eleanor.

In my defense, I originally had a different date for this marriage.

CENTRE DEMOCRAT – Thursday, January 25, 1883

Milesburg Items:

    ……  The day following (Jan. 17, 1883), Mr. Samuel Campbell and Miss Ada Taylor, both of this place were made one by Rev. Woodcock ……

This newspaper article seems to say the marriage took place on 17 January. But seeing as to how it wasn’t published until the 25th, I’m going with the church record. Besides, I think the church would have a better record of what when on in the church than some entry level copy editor that’s just reading a news ticker, or whatever served as a news ticker in 1883. Probably some even lower wage worker making a hand written list.

The newspaper, Centre Democrat, was published out of Bellefonte, PA. The wedding, as indeed most of what I’m finding on all my Campbell’s, is in the Milesburg, PA area. Both are in Center county, but back then Milesburg was a small area split into several townships. Bellefonte is the county seat.

I’m thinking that way back when, I entered the 17 January date first. Then when I found the better church record, I just changed the date not seeing the fact that it was my wedding anniversary as well. Could have been one of those 0400 insomnia mornings…

The weird thing to me is that this is the line I’m most actively researching. My family name – Campbell. Yet somehow this just slipped by, unnoticed.

Who else is working on family history? Let me know how it’s going!

Peace,
B

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Ginger Returns – 2019

As I mentioned in my What A Week post just last week. Our mischievous little Elf, Ginger has returned. Since this is her third Christmas with us, and the girls are only here on weekends, Santa has said she can rest up during the week. Of course, that allows her to have a bit more fun in the days the girls are here.

To recap, Ginger arrived last Sunday, the 1st of December.

Ginger came fully loaded this year with a set of elf jokes. Think of these as similar to dad jokes, only worse. I’m guessing that since she isn’t zooming back and forth between here and the North Pole every night, she feels the need to move around the house during the day to keep an eye on the girls. So we have found her in several places last weekend, each time with one of those joke cards.

If athletes get athlete’s foot, what do elves get?
What kind of music do elves like best?
What kind of bread to elves make sandwiches with?

When the girls arrived after school this Friday, they found Ginger in her igloo. Seems she found a little snowman that they were making but didn’t finish. So she finished it for them, and of course made a big mess.

There’s supposed to be a snowman here somewhere. Promise!

Saturday morning found her making some kind of snowflakes from toilet paper.

Almost as bad as a kitten.

We found her in several spots all over the house the rest of the day.

What’s the first thing elves learn in school?
What kind of photographs do elves like taking?
Why does Santa owe everything to the elves?

I guess she felt like she needed some exercise on Saturday. This is how we found her Sunday Morning.

Elf bowling!
Ginger the #elf hanging out in her igloo watching our version of Food Network Live #Christmas #Cookie Edition!

When the ladies took a break from making cookies, she got a little pushy!

At least she said “please”.

Then she was back with the bad elf jokes.

What’s Santa’s tax status?
What kind of cars do elves drive?

So that was Ginger’s weekend. The girls have returned to their other home, and Ginger is napping until their return.

Note: If you want the answers to her riddles, you will have to ask here on the blog. I’m not going to answer any questions on other social media. I realize that you have to have an email address and register to post comments. This is to stop the spam comments that I had to deal with when I started this blog. Your email is not stored or used in any way.

Peace,
B

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Just leaving this here.. because.

WTF???

What's Stuck In My Head – 7 December

Today’s entry is not really all that odd. But what is odd is that as I’m getting everything together to write this post, Wifey is looking for Elf to stream later tonight to watch with the girls. So how does that relate to whatever song is stuck in my head? Because, apparently, Leon Redbone has a part in the movie, as Leon the snowman. As should be apparent, I have never seen the movie do I intend to watch it. Will Ferrell just grates me the wrong way. I think the only thing I’ve seen of him that I find funny is the SNL “More Cowbell” skit. Everything else, just like Jim Carrey (who according to the IMDB page for the movie was also considered for the part of Buddy), I do not find funny. But that’s me, if you enjoy the movie, please go on and continue to. I’ll be sipping on a single malt and listening to my music and probably doing some genealogy while the girls will be watching it.

So, back to the song and the singer. I believe I first saw Mr. Redbone on SNL performing this song. If I remember correctly (which is questionable), it was a solo act. Just Leon and his guitar. I have a vague remembrance of him wearing a ring with a big red jewel on his left hand. But I cannot find a video of that performance to collaborate that memory. It may have been on The Johnny Carson Show that I saw him instead.

Leon made a career playing “Tin Pan Alley” music, and this is one of those. One part of his stage shows was him claiming to have written these old songs. It was a joke of course, as the music had been written before he was born. And it figures that his obit claims he was 127 when he passed. He wasn’t.

A statement on Mr. Redbone’s website noted his death with cheeky humor: “It is with heavy hearts we announce that early this morning, May 30th, 2019, Leon Redbone crossed the delta for that beautiful shore at the age of 127.” His longtime publicist Jim Della Croce confirmed that his age was, in fact, 69.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leon_Redbone

Here is the best live recorded video I could find. Enjoy!

Peace,
B

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What A Week

Even before I went into semi-retirement Wifey and I had planned on painting the girls rooms Thanksgiving week. She took the week off and we had hoped to get everything accomplished before Thanksgiving day (Thursday). As usual, that didn’t happen.

We got most of it done, but I still have to replace the light switches and electrical outlets with nice white ones. That’s difficult in that I have to turn the power off, obviously, and the girls get upset when they can’t play in their rooms. Plus with my back and leg issues it’s very difficult for me to sit on the floor for any length of time. We also decided to replace several of the bedroom doors as the old doors are not drilled standard. The new door knobs don’t fit.

But here’s what we did get done. Those that follow me on social media have seen some of these before.

The easy room was granddaughter-the-elder’s. She just wanted a new shade of blue and a big turtle. She is obsessed with turtles and tortoises.

No, we didn’t paint that. It’s a decal from Fatheadz.
She also found a Jellyfish canopy and new reading chair.

Granddaughter-the-younger wanted a bit more. She wanted stripes on her walls. I have no issue with stripes. I had them on my wall when I was younger.

The colors don’t show well, but that’s a Pepto Bismol pink wall and light blue stripes.
She also found a Jellyfish canopy and new reading chair.
Both girl’s closets have a bead curtain as well.

And that’s not all we did! (Cue the infomercial voice over – “But wait! There’s more!). We had a new garage door installed (not going to bore you with a picture). As per our family tradition, the weekend after Thanksgiving we put up the Christmas tree.

Even managed to get our little village out this year.

And since Sunday was 1 December that means it’s the return of Ginger!

Of course, there was lots of food on Thanksgiving day. But you’ll have to see my Instagram for those pics!

Oh – not a single Christmas song was played the entire time. It just ain’t gonna happen.

Peace,
B

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18 Years Ago

Sorry for the lack of recent posts, but Wifey and I have been painting the granddaughters rooms and making some major changes for them. But that will be another post here in a day or two.

I’m not filing this post under my usual “What’s Stuck In My Head” category, although it would fit nicely there. This is a remembrance post for one of my guitar gods. It seems that on this day, 29 November, in 2001 we lost George Harrison. It was a tough day for me.

George was probably the second person to be put on my “guitar gods” list (Michael Nesmith of The Monkees was the first – I was very young when I started said list). The list isn’t ranked in any way. In fact it’s quite fluid as to who is on the top of the list at any given time. And don’t let the masculine term “god” worry you, there are ladies on the list as well.

George’s music, from the early Beatles, to his solo work, to The Traveling Wilburys is always on any of my playlists. “Don’t Bother Me” would be the first solo written credit, appearing on the 1963 album “With The Beatles”.

His “Handle With Care” was supposed to be a “B-Side” to European single but the record company said it was too good for a “B-Side”, and wanted an entire album. Thus was born The Traveling Wilburys.

I would imagine that the one song of George’s that everybody knows (even Frank Sinatra called the greatest love song ever written), would be Something. Written for his first wife, Patti Boyd. I believe Ms. Boyd should be known as the greatest muse of 70’s British rock and roll. Not only did George write this beautiful love song about her, Eric Clapton (another on the “guitar gods” list), penned the iconic “Layla” about Patti. Clapton wrote several other songs about her before, during, and after their marriage as well.

There are so many great songs of George’s to include in this post. It took a long time to decide which on to use. I picked this video because, one it’s a great track, and this live version has both Harrison and Clapton. And you can’t go wrong with two guitar gods! Enjoy!

Peace,
B

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Where Were You?

I’m sure there are many videos, articles, blog posts, and even conversations about the events of 22 November, 1963. All of them will be better than this one. I remember where I was on that day. When I heard that the 35th President of the United States had been assassinated.

I was sitting in my 1st grade classroom. Luckily back in those days, we didn’t have streaming news everywhere. My little school had maybe 5 black and white TVs on carts that they would move around the school (usually the upper grades used them more than the 1st or 2nd grades). So I’m not sure if any of the students were watching live. It would have been about 1:30PM when it went down (eastern time).

I do remember the announcement that was broadcast over the loud speaker about the assassination. It didn’t really mean that much to me at that point in time. I was 5. I knew what the president was, I knew his name, but that was it. I was not yet emotionally synced with the adult world. But the adults were in shock. There wasn’t much schooling accomplished that day.

The two things that captured my young mind were first; it was Friday, just like this year. And Friday meant grocery night. Even as a young kid, I have always enjoyed going to the grocery store. As the baby of the family my mom took me everywhere with her. When we went to the grocery, I felt like I had a hand in planning the meals for the week. I really didn’t, but it felt that way. Mom would ask me if I wanted a particular dish that week. No matter what I answered, mom bought what she wanted. Her queries were nothing more than to keep me occupied. But I still enjoy the event.

More importantly to my 5 year old brain was the fact that the next Monday would be my 6th birthday. That meant a party, and gifts, and food!!! Did I mention presents?!?!?!

But then came the funeral procession on that Monday. And it was on the TV in the family room. And that’s when it all hit me, and hard. I vividly remember lying on the living room sofa crying my eyes out. When my mom asked what I was crying about, all I could say was “They shot the president!”. She sat down with me and held me until it was over. And her mentioning the upcoming party made it that much quicker.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy may not have been the best president we’ve had, but he certainly isn’t the worst either. It may be the way his legacy has been passed down that I see him in such a favorable light. It is tough to disparage a leader when they’re cut down at the height of popularity. His involvement/build up in Vietnam polarized my generation and left great rifts between generations. But the social reforms he started, albeit way too slowly, are still encouraging democratic leaders today.

In some small way, I still miss him.

Peace,
B

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Hot Tomatoes!

As opposed to hot potato, or even Hot Tuna, the late 60’s spin-off of Jefferson Airplane…

Now that you have no idea where I’m going with this; Welcome! I’m not really sure where I’m going with this post either. In essence I came here to talk about food. And by food I mean hot tomatoes. And by hot tomatoes I mean they ain’t my favorite.

When I was a kid, I enjoyed spaghetti. Not so much any more. My tastes have changed quite a bit over the years. I just don’t care tomato sauce all that much. I will eat it (except for sloppy joe’s – I cannot stomach those), but I prefer my tomatoes raw. And that goes for the majority of my veggies as well. Give me a salad, tacos, a sandwich, gyros (please more gyros), with nice chunks or slices of fresh tomato and I’m good. Throw them in a pot and turn up the heat and I’m going to the (beer) fridge to see what else I can find.

Even pizza! Yes, I know; I’m a geek. Pizza is supposed to be my main food group (along with Doritos and Mountain Dew). I don’t really care for any of those things. But give me a pizza that doesn’t have “red sauce” (Hello Mellow Mushroom’s Holy Shiitake!) and I’m down with that.

Son-the-younger (a.k.a. son-the-chef) makes a wonderful veggie sauce that uses tomatoes as it’s base. But there are so many other veggies in it the tomatoes aren’t so strong. We’re lucky that he’ll make a big ol’ pot of it and we can freeze several quarts for later use.

Not only has my tomato taste changed, so has many other foods. As a kid I would never eat brussel sprouts, asparagus, avocado or even broccoli. Now I eat them all. Again, preferably raw. Wifey makes this amazing dill dip that is so good on raw veggies (and chips, and grilled cheese sammies). There are so many nights that she and I will have fresh veggies and dip as our vegetable for dinner. I’m sure I make up for the calories that I save with the veggies with the amount of dip. Not that I use that much dip per piece, I just eat that much! Portion control is not my strong suit.

Funny story – the first time I had dinner at Wifey’s house (before we were married), my wonderful mother in law asked my if I wanted “a slice of pear”. “Sure” I said, “I like pears!”. Next thing I know I have a very large slice of avocado sitting in front of me. I look at it dumbfounded. “Uh… That’s not a pear” I say as respectfully as I could. Dear ol’ mother in law comes back; “Yes it is. It’s an alligator pear!” “A what?” I exclaim. “That’s an avocado. Not a pear!”. Needless to say, I had never heard the term alligator pear. I had to politely refuse said “pear”. Then sweet mom hit me with her all important question; “Have you ever tried it?”. Her one rule was you had try whatever food she was offering before you can say you didn’t like it. There were many dinners at her house where I had a spoonful of something I had never tried before. I learned early to say that it was something new, just a spoonful, please. I miss her.

I also have a good story where I turned the tables of trying new things on her. But that’s another post..

Here’s one of my guitar gods, Stevie Ray Vaughn doing Mary Had A Little Lamb. ‘Cause lamb is food, and this is a food post.. So it fits.. Kinda?

Peace,
B

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What’s Stuck In My Head – 19 November

This beautiful song has been stuck on repeat since about 4 AM this morning. I don’t know why. It’s not like I heard it recently, I’ve been over on Pandora, on channels with other playlists. Yet, here it is..

I’m not complaining, it’s a great song. And one that does get played often, so I’m sure everyone will recognize it.

“Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around” was a song that I had written the music and Tom had written the words. The Heartbreakers had recorded a version of it with Jimmy Iovine, and Jimmy being the entrepreneur that he was, he was working with Stevie, and I guess he asked Tom if she could try it, and it just developed from there. We cut the track as a Heartbreakers record and when she decided to do it we used that track and she came in and sang over it. It became a duet. It’s basically all the Heartbreakers on that record. ~ Mike Campbell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_Draggin’_My_Heart_Around

Interesting note, son-the-younger was almost named for Ms. Nicks. We were looking at Stephanie Nicole as a girls name, or Steven Ray (for guitar god Stevie Ray Vaughn) for a boys name. It was about an hour before he was born we decided to name him after his maternal grandfather instead. Such is life. Also, I did not have a poster of Stevie in my room as a teenager. I did however have a music book of Fleetwood Mac’s that had some great promotional pictures of her.

Enjoy!

Peace,
B

P.S. Stevie is the first woman to be elected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice. Once with Fleetwood Mac and then just last year for her solo work.

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What’s Stuck In My Head – 16 November

A.K.A. The Christmas is coming post

I have to admit, that I had never heard this song until yesterday morning. One of my favorite DJs on SiriusXM Deep Tracks, Earle Bailey played it while I was eating breakfast. I was humming the tune the rest of the day, and into this morning.

The track is by Loudon Wainwright III. Loudon is best know for the 1972 novelty song (and one of my all time favorite tracks) Dead Skunk (In The Middle Of The Road). He was also on 3 episodes of the TV show M*A*S*H. I have also spotlighted his son Rufus Wainwright here for his cover of Across The Universe.

I think this song really sums up the entire “Holiday Creep” thing. Christmas decorations are almost up year around now. And sadly Thanksgiving, my favorite of the holidays, has become nothing but “a buffet in between”. So, without further comment, here is “Suddenly It’s Christmas”.

Enjoy!

Peace,
B

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Continuing That Thought

This is a follow up to yesterday’s post on ethnicity estimates using DNA. (YAWN!)

To finish up this topic (for now) let’s look at the ethnicity estimates of two of my siblings against mine.

From left to right we have my eldest sister, my brother, and my estimates. They are arranged by age, eldest to youngest.

It’s interesting to see the differences. Take the left hand image, my eldest sister. Less of England, Wales & NE Europe (hereby “British” – easier to type), by 10 points with me, but only one point with our brother. Both my siblings show more Africa than I do, as well as more Germanic Europe. My brother shows none of the European Jewish that my sister and I have. My sister’s estimate also shows Pennsylvania Settlers, that neither of us boys show. And that is very interesting; our paternal lines (both grandfather and grandmother) are well established in Pennsylvania.

How can that be? Well, “luck of the draw” is as good an explanation as any. All the results shown are from an Ancestry DNA tests, so they are autosomal (atDNA) tests. If you read yesterday’s post (and didn’t fall asleep), you will remember that atDNA tests looks at the first 22 pairs of chromosomes. This type of DNA is made up of about a 50/50 mix of the genes passed down from both parents.

But how much of your parents genes get handed down to each child? That’s where the “luck of the draw” comes in. Pick one of your parents, doesn’t matter which. They have their own 22 chromosomes, made of a 50/50 combo of their parents , which is made of a 50/50 combo of those parents.

It’s rather clear that you’re not getting all the genes from either parent. They can’t give you 100% of their genetic makeup and have it fit into 50% of your DNA. So which parts do you actually get from each parent? It’s totally random. The genes I inherited from my parents are not going to be the same as any of my siblings have inherited. Hence, different estimates. My sister received more the Africa DNA than I did, while I received more of the “British” genes. Guess that’s why I like IPAs?

You also have to consider that;

Almost all – 99.9% – of the DNA of any two people on earth is exactly the same. Accordingly, genetic genealogy tests are only interested in the 0.01% of DNA that can vary from one person to the next.

Genetic Genealogy in Practice, Blaine T. Bettinger and Debbie Parker Wayne.

An interesting site I didn’t mention in the last post, GEDMatch, allows you to upload the raw data from most of the popular testing sites for comparison with others. They also have ancient samples you can compare your DNA against. It helps if you’re interested in how much Neanderthal DNA you’re carrying around (current thought is everybody has 1% – 2%). You can also compare yourself to several archeological finds such as “Cheddar Man“. However, those examples are all mtDNA (mitochondrial DNA). mtDNA is the most common DNA that can be extracted from ancient finds. But is only passed down by the female line. So you can only know if your mother was related. But if she is related then you will be too.

Genealogy tidbit:
If your parents don’t have any children, there is a very high probability you won’t either.

And yes, we are full siblings. This image (with their names removed for privacy) shows the results. I didn’t ask the sister in the middle for her estimate, not that I don’t want it, I already had two good examples to use. And that image is hard enough to see!

Full siblings usually have around 2500 cM shared. We are well above that threshold.

I have used my beautiful and wonderful siblings data with their permissions. Of course, I did pay for all the tests, but the data is theirs, not mine. I thank them very much for allowing me to use it.

So, how many questions has this opened up? Has it intrigued you enough to do your own DNA test? If so, please research all the options including data privacy. Law enforcement is increasingly asking for DNA matches from all the companies out there. Where each company is headquartered greatly effects how much they share and the requirements of local and national law enforcement requests.

Peace,
B

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