Sunday, August 9, 2015

Write On!

My writing adventure is evolving. While my blog has laid dormant and most likely losing readers, the writing hasn't stopped. I am in the process of publishing my first genealogy book!

Monday, May 25, 2015

Thanks from a Grateful Nation

My father's grave is freshly decorated with an American flag in honor of his service to our great nation. Dad was an World War II army medic in the European Theatre. He assembled field hospitals, carried the wounded and drew blood from patients. I suspect he may have carried for the dead as well. Dad survived the war, as did his three older brothers. Thankfully, the Meyer boys all went on to lead good, long lives.

Dad passed away on 5 December 2005. His funeral was a cold, snowy one. We had record snowfall the night of his memorial service. I remember my shivering mother as she received the carefully and ceremoniously folded flag that draped his casket with the words of thanks from "A Grateful Nation."

We live in "A Grateful Nation" had today honors veterans of all wars. I think about the boys that sacrificed their lives for something bigger than themselves: The United States of America. I think of the boys who survived. They sacrificed their youth and in most recent wars, their future as a result of missing limbs and traumatic brain injuries. I feel sad for the daily struggles of those young men and their families.

Today I shed tears at Dad's grave. Tears for him but tears for all who died and all who live on.

Forever grateful,


Friday, May 22, 2015

Memorial Day Weekend

We have had a very cool spring and my thoughts for this Memorial Day weekend revolve around getting in the garden. Our weather report tells me I may have one day to achieve my goal. Memorial Day weekend, in my neck of the woods, tends to be a rainy event. Maybe it represents tears for all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for me and for you. 

In Flanders Field

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD
Canadian Army

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, M.D., “In Flanders Field,” Arlington Cemetery( : accessed 28 May 2012).

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Genealogy Gophers

I recently found a new website thanks to Dick Eastman, Family Tree Magazine and North Suburban Genealogical Society. It is amazing how the word gets around. Plug in your search parameters and let the site go to work. Here is the link:

I entered my brick wall ancestor, Silas W. Cobb, and found a new publication, Colonial Families of America volume 17. I have been in search of Silas W.'s parentage for about five years. Colonial Families of America reports him to be the son of Captain Silas Cobb of Norton, Massachusetts.

The Tan Book for Norton, Massachusetts does not list Silas W. Cobb as a child of Captain Silas Cobb and Deliverance Hodges. They did have a son, Silas, whose birth and death dates differ from my Silas. Colonial Families of America tells me that the evidence was in possession of the family who are now deceased.

Nothing is ever easy when it comes to my 4th great grandfather.

Something to ponder....


Friday, April 24, 2015

This One is for Mocadeaux!

Mocadeaux has lived all over the U.S. The one place she longs for is the Village of Glenview! Glenview is a wonderful place to live. The sleepy little village has grown over the years. Glenview was once home to the Glenview Naval Air Station. GNAS was the first air base closed by the Clinton administration.

The Chicago Tribune has a Photo Gallery: A History of Glenview. Take a peak to see another wonderful place to live...

Eleanor Roosevelt came to town for the Roosevelt Pool dedication. It is a circular pool that gradually deepens as if going to the beach. Great place for the community kids to swim.


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Hometown Wonders

My husband caught a bit of the nostalgic bug the other day. He discovered a Chicago Tribune photo gallery of his beloved hometown of Northbrook, Illinois. I have never met a family who absolutely loved their hometown as my in-laws do.

It must have been a magical place. Northbrook (originally Shermerville) was a small town back in the 1950s. Here is a link to the website should you wish to see what Northbrook/Shermerville was all about.

Chicago Tribune Photo Gallery: A history of Northbrook

Seeing his great uncle in the volunteer fire department brought a smile to my husband's face. Memories spilled out as he walked back in time.

Then there was a terrible train accident in downtown. HIs best buddy's mother was killed when her car was caught on the train tracks. The whole town rallied around the unfortunate family.

Don't miss the photograph of the whole town welcoming Anne Henning and Diane Holum as they arrive home from the Winter Olympics in 1972. Northbrook was a mecca for speed skaters back then.

Looks to me that Northbrook was indeed a special place. Perhaps there is a photo gallery somewhere on the internet for your hometown???


From the Heart 2

Vanderbilt Beach in Naples, Florida did not yield any genealogical finds this year. Here is a heartfelt repost of a from 27 April 2012.

Under the Beach Umbrella

 Captiva Island’s beach umbrella yielded yet another genealogical surprise! My smart phone did make more than one appearance on the beach. Tucked safely away in my beach bag, I heard that familiar tone . . . I had a message. This message came from my cousin, Sharon, reporting that she had found a family photograph and was sharing her discovery.

My family tree research leans toward my maternal side due to the simple fact, I knew very little about my mother’s side of the family. I remember finding her paternal grandmother, Anna Mae Dollen nee Paul, and wondering would I ever know what she looked like.  I also wondered about Mom’s paternal great grandmother, Emma Dollen nee Strong. What did she look like?  As luck would have it, I was able to locate photographs of both ladies and now I know their appearance.

On 12 June 1849 Emma Dollen nee Strong came to the United States with her widowed mother, Elizabeth, and two sisters: Fanny and Sarah Caroline Strong. The family settled in the Finger Lake regions of New York. I often wondered if I would ever get to see what Fanny or Sarah Caroline looked like. I thought my chances were slim to none until I phone beeped. There was Sarah Caroline’s photograph attached to Cousin Sharon’s email.  

Right before my eyes where John Dalton (husband to Sarah Caroline), Caroline Dalton and son, Henry Dalton. It takes my breath away each time I find one more piece of the puzzle especially when the prize comes through the generosity of others.

I am always in awe of Sharon for her Grandmother and Aunt had such vision to preserve the familial treasures for future generations. Sharon gladly shares the treasures she is blessed with and I am a lucky recipient. Building a family tree is truly a collaborative effort.

With Gratitude to my Cousin Sharon Small Mitchell, Eva Small and Evalyn Small Mikes.