Genealogy Jottings

My husband works with computers all day, so what do you suppose he does during his lunch period? Works on computers!

This quirk of his personality worked to my benefit this week. In anticipation of our trip to Norway, during his lunch hour over the past several weeks he has researched his family using the Norwegian online archives http://arkivverket.no/eng/Digitalarkivet. When he could find no more information on his family, he offered to look for mine!

I had complete information only for my great-grandparents, Ole Bentsen and Sofie Sivertsdatter, who immigrated to the U.S. in 1905. Using the online archives, I had located baptism, confirmation, and marriage records for them and their siblings. I had confirmed the names of their parents (Lorents Nicolai Bentsen, Karen Johansdatter, Sivert Knudsen, Martha Hansdatter) as given to me by their daughter. These records told me that prior to immigration, my family had resided on various farms in the Vesterålen district of Nordland County, Norway. I hoped to visit these farms, the same way we will visit my husband’s farms in the Ringsaker District of Hedmark County.

Before the trip, he wanted to identify my earlier generations and whether they had lived in the same places in Nordland. Soon he found that my family research presented difficulties he had not faced with his. The Hedmark records had been indexed; Nordland had not. Hedmark records went back further in time than the Nordland records. And then there were the farms.

Not really farms at all in Vesterålen, but rather geographic areas of administrative convenience, my family’s residences turned out to be fishing villages on remote islands. My husband came marching into the house after work one evening and announced that we would not be visiting my family “farms” because we have no way to get there. Even the ferries do not stop at many of these places. I will have to be content with visiting the main islands of Vesterålen.

I appreciate all the work my husband did to advance my research. For his sake, I wish it were easier. Now, he should take a break and find something relaxing to do at lunchtime.

During a conversation with my daughter-in-law this week, the term “Generation X” came up. This phrase refers to a particular cohort of people born immediately after the Baby Boom, roughly from 1964 to 1980.

Several theories for the origin of the term “Generation X” exist. Some claim they named it after a popular punk band. Another hypothesis has greater appeal for me as a genealogist. According to the idea I like most, the “X” stands for the Roman numeral ten. This explanation assumes that “Generation X” refers to the tenth generation of Americans.

I like this interpretation because it places me into the relatively youthful Generation X instead of the older Baby Boomer generation! I am among the 10^th generation of my family to live in America. My earliest American ancestors, John Hall and Edward Bangs, lived ten generations back in the 1630’s Massachusetts Bay Colony.

The only problem with calling myself a member of Generation X is that no one else in popular culture actually defines the generations this way. Imagine how confusing these terms would be if we all had to count back the generations on our family trees to find out which generational label applies to us. People of the same age would belong to different generations, and the terms would become meaningless. It is more practical to define terms according to commonly-accepted ranges of birth years.

So, to the world, I remain a Baby Boomer. But in my heart I know that I am a proud member of the younger Generation X.

Last week I wrote about a new source I had discovered, the Ohio obituary index published by the Rutherford B. Hayes library. I searched online for members of my Dunbar family who had lived in Ohio beginning in the early 1830’s. There I found a listing for my great-great grandmother’s sister, Rebecca Dunbar. The index referenced her 1874 obituary in the Akron Daily Beacon.

This week I contacted the Akron library via e-mail to secure a copy of this obituary. They responded the same day with an electronic copy of the article I wanted. I love this superb service available from libraries around the country.

Unfortunately, the article turned out to be simply a death notice, not an obituary. To me, an obituary contains some biographical information.

This article had no family information. It stated only that Miss Rebecca Dunbar had passed away on December 30, 1873 in Stow. Interestingly, it offered her cause of death as inflammation of the bowels. I already had most of this information from other secondary sources.

I believe that anyone using this source should know that calling it an “obituary index” is something of a misnomer. Particularly for 19^th-century entries, the article likely will be a short death notice instead of an obituary detailing the person’s life and family. Valuable information, but not complete information.

Several months ago I created a Twitter account to use for following genealogy societies and other genealogists. I have enjoyed feeling connected to the genealogy community this way. Sometimes I get promising research ideas, too.

Yesterday I received a tweet that led me to a source that might provide some information on a sketchy family line. The Twitter message linked to the online Ohio obituary index at the Rutherford B. Hayes Library http://index.rbhayes.org/hayes/index/. I did not know this index of 2,200,000 Ohio obituaries existed. I have Ohio ancestors, so I clicked on the link and pulled up the list of Dunbars, searching for any familiar names. They had lived in Summit County, Ohio from the 1830’s on. I do not know whether any Dunbar descendants live there today because my line moved on to Michigan about 1850.

Surprisingly, I found my great-great grandmother’s older sister, Rebecca Dunbar, on the list. She died in 1873 or 1874. I know very little about her, but I have a small mystery relating to her. In 1860, she headed a household that included her brother Benjamin and a little girl, Mahala Dunbar. I would love to know the nature of the relationship of Mahala to Rebecca and Benjamin. Unfortunately, the 1860 census does not tell us relationships of people to the head of the household. No other source I have consulted has told me anything more about these three people and how they are related.

Thanks to the tweet I received, I now know that an obituary for Rebecca exists. I can order it from the Akron-Summit County Public Library for one dollar. You can bet I will be ordering this document. I am hoping it will shed some light on this obscure branch of the Dunbar family tree. Thanks, Twitter!

Finally I am making some progress with my photo scanning project. I have finished with those taken in Colorado, Nebraska, Nevada, and Wyoming cemeteries.

Now I am working on a stack of pictures my Dad took 25 years ago in Illinois. The photos look pretty good and readable even though many of the cemetery markers stood in the shade. As a bonus, my ever-attentive-to-detail Dad copied all the information from the stones onto the backs of the photos.

The markers in the Reed-McAllister cemetery for our ancestors Ann (1782-1869) and Thomas (1783-1852) Reed do not give birth dates for these people. However, they do provide their ages at death in years, months and days. Using a handy online calculator at http://www.searchforancestors.com/utility/birthday.html I determined their birthdates. Unfortunately, these dates do not match the ones given to me by other family members.

What should I believe? A cemetery marker is not a great source for birth information because someone far removed from the birth event provides the data. Besides working with this sketchy information, the carver of the stone could have made a mistake while copying it onto the stone.

Is the information from my family records any more reliable? Turns out, probably not. Our 135-page family history written in the 1980’s provides only birth years with no sources. A cousin unearthed actual dates about 10 years later, but his source was another family’s genealogy, not primary source material.

Thus, neither of the dates I have for the births of Ann and Thomas are proven. I have some clues, but these dates need corroboration. I will work on that someday, but for now, I want to get back to the scanning.

Last night I received an unexpected phone call. The woman at the other end of the line identified herself as one of my mother’s Mattila cousins.

My mom had spoken of this cousin, and we even have her high school picture. But we lost contact with her and her one surviving sibling after the parents divorced many years ago.

Now another relative has put her in touch with me to get a little information about our shared family history. I am always happy to share what I know, and that is why my family trees are posted on the norsky.net website. I hope my new-found cousin and I will correspond in the future and make discoveries together, as I do with other cousins on other branches of my family tree.

A wise genealogist once told me that I should never stop writing to cousins. Different information flows down different family lines. We can put together complete family pictures only when we all share our information and stories. I am looking forward to learning more about the Mattila family from the lady who reached out to me last night.

This week I needed something to do when a computer problem prevented me from scanning photos as I had originally planned. I designed a short project related to the trip to Norway that I plan to make this summer.

A couple of years ago I spent a lot of time retrieving and analyzing church records from the National Archives of Norway (http://www.arkivverket.no/eng/Digitalarkivet). These baptism, confirmation, marriage, and death records usually include the name of the farm where the ancestor lived at the time. When I did the original research, I made copies of the records but did not enter the farm names into my database. The unfamiliar farm names were just too hard for me to read, especially when they were abbreviated or the script was faint.

Since then, I have located and saved a list of all the main farms in the district of Vesteraalen where my family lived. I pulled out all my church records and located the farm names. Then I compared the farm names on the records to the farm names on the printed list. Everything matched up! I went back to my database and added the appropriate farm name to each event. I noticed that most of the time during the period I had researched, my Bentsens lived on the Bervik farm in Bø municipality and my Sivertsens lived on the Valfjord farm in the Hadsel municipality. I hope we can visit these places when we take our trip to Norway next summer.

This little project provided a pleasant diversion while I was on my forced hiatus from my scanning project. Now the computer hard drive has been replaced, and I can resume my scanning. I have photos from Nevada, Illinois, and Massachusetts left to do. Next week I will be back to the research plan. But this week I did enjoy revisiting the Norwegian records.

Last week I was too sick to work on digitizing my photos of cemetery markers. This week, the computer was too sick for it.

I began happily enough on Monday, zipping through all my Colorado photos. The flatbed scanner worked just fine for this, and the photos went smoothly to a temporary folder. From there, I labeled everything and moved the images into their permanent folders. I had set up several of these for towns in the state where my ancestors have lived, including Boulder, Cañon City, Denver, and Fountain.

On Tuesday, I sat down at the computer to scan a handful of Nevada photos. Instead of finding the desktop screen with the scanner icon, I encountered a black screen telling me the computer needed to be rebooted. I did so, and proceeded to scan the first photo. It did not go to the same temporary folder I had used the day before. Somehow the path had changed with the reboot. I tried it again. This time the black screen reappeared, but now it contained an ominous Hard Disc Failure message.

Well, this was discouraging. I was using a brand new computer, installed just the week before. What had gone wrong? Even my husband/tech advisor was stumped. He finally resorted to calling the manufacturer, and a repairman is scheduled to look at it on Monday. No more scanning until sometime next week unless I want to connect the scanner to a different computer (I don’t). So I spent the week on the other computer doing data entry from a few documents I have collected over the winter.

All is not lost on the scanning front, though. I am registered to attend a scanning workshop tomorrow. The Computer Interest Group of the Colorado Genealogical Society is hosting a day-long seminar on scanning, digitizing, and genealogy software products. Maybe I will pick up some good tips before I get too far along in my own project.

So it has been a crummy winter health-wise. My extended family includes 13 of us in the Denver area, and we have all been sick again and again this winter. After a previous cold and a bout with norovirus, I am now fighting a respiratory infection that just won’t go away.

How do you keep up with genealogy when you do not even feel like getting out of bed? I found some ways.

• Reading back issues of genealogy publications that I normally have no time to read.
• Watching old recorded episodes of Who Do You Think You Are?
• Blogging (between coughing spells).
• Dreaming about my upcoming trip to visit Iceland and our ancestral homes in Norway.

You get the idea. Not much really productive work is going on this week at my genealogy desk. But I am keeping my hand in genealogical pursuits until I feel well enough to do some real work.

Last weekend we had the opportunity to attend a retreat in the Roosevelt National Forest near Estes Park, Colorado. We stayed at Highlands camp, a facility owned by the Presbyterian Church and rented by our Lutheran congregation for the weekend. We set aside this time to study some of the religious artwork housed at the National Gallery, London. Our textbook, The Art of Worship, showed reproductions of about 50 paintings from their collection. Each of us chose one to discuss.

I picked an 1831 John Constable painting of Britain’s Salisbury Cathedral. I have visited several cathedrals in England, France and Germany, and Salisbury Cathedral is one of my favorites. I like to wonder whether any of my English ancestors ever visited this place. Dating to the 1200’s, the Salisbury Cathedral was built long before the Reformation, when even my family was Catholic. Religious pilgrims traveled there from the beginning.

When I go into a cathedral, I recall how it served as the focal point for the community over the centuries. Our modern life no longer revolves around the Church and the religious calendar the way it did when the great cathedrals were built. Perhaps Salisbury Cathedral, or some other cathedral, played an important role in the lives of some of my ancestors. Visiting a cathedral today provides me with a window into the religion-centric life of the past.

My own ancestors finally rebelled against Church authority and all that the cathedral represented. Those in Scandinavia became followers of Martin Luther. Those in England joined the Puritan movement.

How did these ancestors feel then about the cathedrals? I think I know the answer. They did not build cathedrals when they came to America. They were finished with all that.

Maybe that explains my fascination. Having never seen a cathedral here, I enjoy visiting those across the water and trying to envision the life of an ancestor in a cathedral town.

Photo Project Update

This week I set up the hierarchy for my scanned photos of cemetery markers. Under My Documents, I set up folders and subfolders: My Documents>Genealogy>Cemetery Markers>State>City or County>Cemetery. I moved all our scanned images into the appropriate folders. Next step is to re-label the images with labels more descriptive than the camera number.