Sneaking Streaming Time

I don’t have a Netflix account, but I’m trying to win a 6-month membership by sharing how I sneak a little time to watch my favorite shows.

For now, I use streaming services with free options like Vudu and Crackle, as well as watching some videos (like “Last Week Tonight”) on YouTube. The way I do this is, I wait for my husband to leave the room, then quickly search for and start watching the show I want. This can be tricky. I can’t start too late because I need to sleep sometime, and if I try to start when hubby’s just out of the room for a minute, he’ll come in and try to talk to me. LOL Not that I don’t enjoy conversation at the right moment, but sometimes, you do want to pay attention to the TV. I can get in an hour when he calls his mom on Wednesday. If he’s going out to work on a project or going into the office to check his email, I know I’ll have a few minutes in the clear to start watching my shows.

Thanks to #MomSneak for the opportunity to enter for the free membership. I will really have to put my foot down to catch up on all my favorite shows if I win a free Netflix membership for just a few months.

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Navigating a Person Page on FamilySearch

I have been using FamilySearch for about a year and I find it pretty easy to navigate. Plus, it has the added benefit of being free. If you’re just getting started with the site, here’s a look at how the Person Page — details on an individual — is laid out. Sorry the image is so small; the width is pretty limited in the WordPress template.

Be aware, if you click on the word “Tree” along the top menu (right under the FamilySearch logo) or on “View Tree” under the person’s name, it shows you their family tree. It puts them at center with their immediate ancestors and descendants on either side. This is great if you’re working on a side branch or part of your tree that’s way in the past, so you’re not scrolling forever.

If you click on the little arrow next to the word “Tree” it will let you choose yourself or someone else you’ve recently looked at to start the tree.

The "Person Page" for Rev. Matthew Floyd.The banner includes name date & photo. Click watch to be notified of any changes.

Memories may include photos, documents, and stories (written or recorded).

The life sketch is a place for a bio.

Vital Info includes birth, christening, death, and burial details.

Other Info is where you add nicknames, work history, and other random links to the past.

Click on any blue name and a pop up will show you basic vitals. Click on the blue name within the pop-up to go to their person page.  To see the children from a different marriage, click on the down arrow next to the word “children” by that marriage.

The person you’re looking at is on the left, and his/her parents are in the right column. You can see that Matthew appears under his parents, in the list of children. The person you’re looking at is the only name that’s not a link.

Sources are documents. The ones with the FamilySearch logo next to it are stored on FamilySearch. Click to see an index, and if there’s an image, you can click through again to see the original.

If there’s a little planet next to the link, that’s taking you to a website; often someone has linked to a record on Ancestry.com or some other paid site when that happens.

Discussion is a place to list conflicting information or questions. In this case, someone thinks that Jordan and James Floyd are not Matthew’s sons but are really part of a different Floyd family.  I’ll take a closer look at the documents sometime and see if I can figure it out.

Notes provides a place for descriptions of where you found certain information, or explanations of apparent conflicts.

I’m by no means an expert, but if you have any questions, post them below, and I’ll certainly be glad to try to answer them.

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FedEx Incompetence

Last week, I ordered cat food from Chewy.com, an excellent site that offers fair pricing on good products, quick order processing, and the owners even sent a personally signed Christmas card. Way to go, guys!

I expected the order to arrive on Monday, December 5, and I was surprised when I clicked the tracking button over to the FedEx site and saw an estimated Friday delivery.

The package didn’t arrive. I checked the tracking number Friday night, and it said to expect delivery on Tuesday. I didn’t understand why they skipped Monday, but okay.

On Monday afternoon, the tracking information showed that they attempted delivery on Saturday. “Why?” I wondered. It’s my husband’s work address, business name included on the label, and their office is never open on Saturday. It also said delivery would not be attempted on Monday because of bad weather. Yes, it was raining buckets and parts of the area were under tornado advisories. I accepted that.

Tuesday, the weather was clear. It was a day previously promised for delivery. And yet, no package.

I tweeted FedEx on Tuesday, and their agents responded that it was another weather delay. What? The weather was fine, the roads had drained, and Fort Walton Beach (between Pensacola and the FedEx warehouse in DeFuniak Springs) even held their Christmas parade Tuesday evening because the weather was so fine.

Certainly the package would arrive on Wednesday, right? Weather is still clear. The driver has already had one make-up day for the storm day.

Wrong. Mid-afternoon, the package still hadn’t arrived. I called FedEx and asked when my package would be delivered? They couldn’t say. “It’s on the truck,” they said. Well, yes, I can see that by looking at my computer screen.

By 5:00 pm, when the office was closing, the truck still had not arrived, and my husband called. “It’s on the truck. It will be delivered by 8:00 p.m.” Imagine this in a thick foreign accent. Could he wait on the sidewalk and accept the package if the truck appeared? No. Which is a good policy to prevent fraud, but not at all helpful in this case.

I mean, the driver (or “a” driver) tried to deliver this package on Saturday. He (or she) knows it’s a business. The business name is part of the mailing address on the label. Why would you attempt delivery after business hours?

We got home, and lo, and behold, delivery was attempted at 6:06 p.m. I called again. The (again foreign) agent tells me that ground deliveries are not time sensitive. Then what is the point? They can carry this package around on their truck for six weeks and if they arrive after 5:00 p.m. or on a weekend, the office is going to be closed. It’s a waste of everyone’s time and resources. Work smart, people!

I demanded to speak to someone who could actually take some action, and I was transfered to “Escalations” — an American-sounding person who assured me that the driver should have noted the business name on the package and prioritized delivery during business hours, and she promises we’ll get our package on Thursday.

In the meantime, I tweeted again and tagged Chewy.com — they are also taking action from their end and providing some compensation, which shouldn’t even be their responsibility. Did I mention how awesome they are? If you need pet products, definitely check their website.

And if you have an issue with FedEx, don’t wait around like I did, ask immediately for “Escalations” and maybe you’ll get somewhere.

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Unusual Documents for #Genealogy Research

Photo of John Jurdan Cooper and Arminta Stephens Cooper.

Photo posted to FindAGrave by Little Robert (Cowper). It also appears in “The Heritage of Baldwin County.”

Sometimes genealogical discoveries come in the most unexpected places. I was researching my G3 grandmother Arminta Stephens – or sometimes McKenzie – and I came across an unusual account offering new clues about her family. It started with a Google search for her stepfather, Daniel McKenzie. That’s how I stumbled across a medical report detailing her childhood brush with yellow fever.

The “Report on the Epidemic Yellow Fever of 1853” was compiled by the New Orleans Sanitary Commission. Dr. N.B. Benedict attended Arminta and her neighbors in September of that year, at their homes “in the pine woods, in the vicinity of a place of summer resort named ‘Hollywood’ and ‘Freeman’s,’ situated on the Eastern shore of Mobile Bay” in Baldwin County.

Dr. Benedict’s ten-page report goes on to describe the general landscape and the clearing where the McKenzie home stood. The same clearing also held two other houses, and the disease struck all three.

The fifth case occurred in the second house described – that of Daniel G. McKenzie – in the person of his daughter, Araminta Alice, aged twelve years; born in Coffee county, Alabama; resident, the last four years, at this place; a remarkably fine, healthy, and interesting child.

Aha! Now I know where Arminta was born, as well as where she lived in the early 1850s. Scanning through the rest of the article, I also found reference to her little sister, who also survived.

The seventh and last case was that of a second daughter of Mr. McKenzie, named Francis Jane; born in Stockton, Ala.; brought here when five weeks old; present age four and a half years; never but once at the bay shore, a year or two since, and never in any house in its vicinity.

Just before I would have moved on, a sentence caught my eye that suggested I should pay a little more attention to the other cases in the neighborhood. It was in a description of the first house struck by yellow fever that summer: “On the 19th, the family and the neighbors (who were all near relatives of the patient) were found perfectly beside themselves with panic.”

The three families were related! Unfortunately, the doctor didn’t find it necessary to explain the relationships, but he did list several members of each household.

The first house the doctor visited belonged to the Stevens family. A child named Michael Elliott was the first to fall ill. Dr. Benedict describes him as “an orphan boy of six years; born in Florida; of a half-breed Indian and a white woman, and brought to this vicinity while an infant. He was a bright little fellow, with an eye and complexion resembling the Indian.”

The next case was that of H.M. Stevens; a native of South Carolina; age 26 years; had resided constantly here for four years.

The third case was that of Mrs. Frances Stevens; the mother of H.M. Stevens. She was born in South Carolina, in 1791, and had resided here constantly for four years. She described herself as “A Methodist, living in slavery and sin, and working herself to death.”

The two remaining cases, of the seven in that neighborhood, were in the home of William H. Croft. His four-year-old daughter Melissa Ann recovered. So did his nephew, Thomas H. Stephens, who fell ill after digging a grave for little Michael. Thomas, the doctor wrote, “until now, had resided with H.M. Stevens, in the house where all the deaths had happened. Born in Barbour county, Alabama; aged, seventeen years; resident here four years.”

I found a couple of marriage documents for Daniel McKenzie and his wife Catharine or Katherine Webster Stephens. They wed in 1849, when Arminta was about five years old. Census documents show she was born in South Carolina. The next step is finding Arminta’s father and his relationship with the Stevens/Stephens family who lived next door in 1853. The only clue I’ve found so far is that a “T.H. Stephens” stood up with John Jurdan Cooper when he married Arminta in 1857.

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On the Trail of a Florida Pioneer – #Genealogy

I never thought of my ancesters as being pioneers. That’s a term I associate with the American West, and my people lived mostly in the East and South. When I identified my great-great grandfather’s parents, I learned that, indeed, they did blaze a new trail, right here in Northwest Florida.

Map of Western Florida in 1827 from The Florida Center For Instructional Technology at the University of South Florida.*

Map of Western Florida in 1827 from The Florida Center For Instructional Technology at the University of South Florida.*

Let’s start with my great-great grandfather, Isaac Pittman. Boy, was he a tough nut to crack. My mother remembered his name, and her grandmother, Mollie Pittman Stevens, had a framed portrait of him. We did not know who his parents were or where he was born.

In researching his wife, Mosella Elizabeth Thompson Pittman, I had found some U.S. Census records with a little bit of information. Trouble is, it was contradictory.

The 1880 Census, when Isaac and Mosella were living with her family in Alabama, says Isaac was born in Mississippi. So were his parents.

In the 1930 Census, his daughter Mollie (my great-grandmother) said her father was born in Alabama. Her brother Cleve (short for Grover Cleveland) reported the same thing.

I started asking myself if I’d somehow made a mistake.

Then, I finally found the 1900 Census, the last one while Isaac was living. It was mis-indexed under Patman instead of Pittman. That one says Isaac was born in Florida.

Wha-a-a-t?

Three U.S. Census records. Three different birthplaces for Isaac Pittman (and his parents).

Three U.S. Census records. Three different birthplaces for Isaac Pittman (and his parents).

I had to make an educated guess. In 1880, he was living with his in-laws. I don’t know who was giving the census taker the information but Isaac might not have been home. His children may have assumed he was born in Alabama because that’s where they were born. But in 1900, he was the head of the household, and probably he or his wife were giving the information. Therefore, it had to be the most accurate.

Turns out, that was the right choice.

When I started looking in Florida, I found a 9-year-old Isaac Pitman in the 1850 Census. He was living in the newly-formed (as of 1848) Holmes County with his parents, Thomas E. and Elizabeth. Thomas E. Pittman was, indeed, listed as born in South Carolina (although Elizabeth was born in Georgia). I still felt I was on the right track, because Isaac named one of his sons Thomas E. Another of his children is Nancy Charity, just like his sister. It appears to show Thomas the elder’s parents living with them; their names are Isaac and Rutha.

U.S. Census for 1850 shows Isaac Pittman living in his parents' home and confirms he was born in Florida.

U.S. Census for 1850 shows Isaac Pittman living in his parents’ home and confirms he was born in Florida.

By 1860, most of the family had moved to South Alabama. Thomas’s son George Washington Pittman stayed in the Hurricane Creek area, according to a Holmes County Heritage Book, and was quite prosperous.  Isaac the younger married Elizabeth Thompson (see my previous post for more on that), and after his death, the family returned to Florida, this time to Escambia County, where some of his descendants still live.

I found a couple more interesting documents for the pioneering family. One is a land grant to Isaac Pittman for property in what is now Holmes County.

U.S. Land Grant designating property in the Territory of Florida to my great-great-great-great grandfather Isaac Pittman.

U.S. Land Grant designating property in the Territory of Florida to my great-great-great-great grandfather Isaac Pittman.

The other document is the voter rolls from Florida’s first election in 1845 listing Thomas Pittman on line number 28.

Document from Florida's first election in 1845 showing voter Thomas Pittman.

Document from Florida’s first election in 1845 showing voter Thomas Pittman.

The final piece in the puzzle came via email from my cousin, who has Mollie Stevens’ Bible in her possession. A note at the top of the page says it’s copied from her husband’s family Bible. It confirms that Isaac’s mother was born Elizabeth Thompson. It lists two children who died very young, one named W.O. after her father, the other named Ruthia after Isaac’s grandmother. Their names never appeared on a census, but in 1900, Elizabeth Thompson Pittman reported that she’d had nine children and seven were living.

Pages from Mollie Pittman Stevens' Bible.

Pages from Mollie Pittman Stevens’ Bible.

I’m now searching for additional documents to confirm the chain from Isaac Pittman, born 1967, down to me, in order to apply for Florida Pioneer Status. My ancestors deserve to be recognized for their part in Florida’s road to statehood.

*Map courtesy FCIT.

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How I found my great-great-great-great grandpa – #Genealogy

On April 6 2015, I saw #NationalTartanDay trending on Twitter. I’d been told some of our people came from Scotland, and I had a couple of hours, so I thought I’d figure out what my family’s tartan is.

Seven months later, I still haven’t figured out for sure what clan my people belong to, but I have made some progress in the family tree. The line I’m most proud of is on my maternal grandmother’s side. I knew her name and her parents’ names, but that’s all I could remember. Here’s how I identified my great-great-great-great grandfather, born in 1774.

I started building my family tree on FamilySearch.org. It’s a free website and it has a lot of research tools built right in.  It’s a collaborative site, meaning that when I typed my Pap-pa’s name in, it recognized him and started filling in branches based on research done by other family members. Mam-ma’s side, I got nothin’.

Mollie and Billie Stevens' gravesite. Photo by Doug Lindsey posted on FindAGrave.com.

Mollie and Billie Stevens’ gravesite. Photo by Doug Lindsey posted on FindAGrave.com.

I filled in her parents’ names, and started looking for documents relating to them. I found a photo of their headstones in Clopton Cemetery here in Pensacola. That gave me their birth and death dates.  I also found U.S. Census records from 1910, 1930, and 1940. The 1910 Census included my Mam-ma who was just a toddler. I remembered that Grandma Stevens’ maiden name was Pittman, but I couldn’t remember her parents’ given names. I did recall that Mam-ma grew up in Muscogee, a community in North Escambia County. My next step was to find census records for that part of the county and start looking for Pittmans.

I found one for 1920: E. Pittman, a widow with three adult sons and a boarder. Of course, her daughter Mollie was already married and in a home of her own, but when I saw the sons’ names, I knew I was on the right track. I remembered hearing about Uncle Medrick and Uncle Tom when I was growing up.

Excerpt from U.S. Census of 1920.

Excerpt from U.S. Census of 1920.

I wanted her parents’ names, though, and it wasn’t much to go on. The first initial E, her age, and that she was born in Alabama. It did give me an idea: I could look for Mollie and her brothers’ names. All that information, sketchy though it was, lead to my next discovery, the 1910 Census.

U.S. Census of 1910 listing the Pittman family.

U.S. Census of 1910 listing the Pittman family.

But wait — she’s 48 in 1910, and yet the 1920 form says she’s 50. Or maybe they’ve tried to change that 5 to a 6. So, how old is she really?

Portrait of Isaac Pittman in the possession of my mother.

Portrait of Isaac Pittman in the possession of my mother.

I had asked my mom if she remembered her grandparents’ names, and she drew a blank. Later, though, it came back to her that her grandfather’s name was Isaac Pittman, and she even has a picture of him.  The 1910 Census lists a son named Isaac (badly misspelled — and did you noticed Medrick’s name was spelled differently both times?), but it all seems to be coming together.

I still had no clues to help me find Elizabeth’s parents.

Then I found a death certificate. The actual image is not online, but the transcript gives her full name, her age, her husband’s name, her father’s name and birthplace, and a birth month and year. It took me a while to find this because the last name is misspelled, and so is Isaac’s first name. Turns out, her dad’s first name is, too.

A transcript of Mosella Elizabeth Pittman's death certificate.

A transcript of Mosella Elizabeth Pittman’s death certificate.

At that point, though, it was the best clue I had, so I started hunting for an Ira Thompson in Alabama. In the 1870 Census, I found a Thompson in Baldwin County, where Elizabeth had been living in 1910, and he had a daughter named Betty, who’s about the right age. But his first name is Ory, not Ira. Now, I don’t know how literate Elizabeth’s sons were, who were filling out the death certificate, and I don’t know how well they knew or remembered their grandfather. Ira’s fairly close to Ora. So, this could be the right family.

1870 Census listing the family of Ory Thompson with a daughter called Betty.

1870 Census listing the family of Ory Thompson with a daughter called Betty.

The next record is pretty much a clincher. In 1880, Ory’s daughter is married. She’s now going by Elizabeth Pittman, and her husband, Ory’s son-in-law, is named Isaac Pitman.

1880 Census for Ory Thompson family listing Isaac and Elizabeth Pittman.

1880 Census for Ory Thompson family listing Isaac and Elizabeth Pittman.

One mystery remains. Her death certificate says her full name is Mosella Elizabeth. I haven’t found anything else that says Mosella. Elizabeth is a pretty common name. And add to that, the 1910 and 1920 Census forms ask for the birthplace of each person’s parents. Medrick and the other children list their father’s birthplace as Alabama. Yet the 1880 Census says Isaac was born in Mississippi. Am I looking at the right family or not?

Then I found it. The piece that puts it all together. A marriage bond issued by the State of Alabama to Isaac Pittman and Mosella E. Thompson. They were married at the home of O. Thompson — that would be Ory. They were married on April 15, 1880, just a couple of months before the Census that showed them living in Ory’s household.

Marriage record for Mosella E. and Isaac Pittman.

Marriage record for Mosella E. and Isaac Pittman.

That’s settled then. Now, on to the next generation: Ory’s parents. I looked through old court records for Baldwin County and found an estate record giving Ory’s name as Origen Thompson. All the kids’ names matched up, so I was confident that I found the right person. When I searched Census records for Origen Thompson in Baldwin County, Alabama, I found him living in his father’s household.

The 1850 Census shows Origen Thompson living in his father's household.

The 1850 Census shows Origen Thompson living in his father’s household.

So, my great-great-great-great grandfather is William Thompson, born in South Carolina around 1774. Sadly, that’s all I know for sure. Google helped me find a discussion of his family that gives a wife’s name of Annie Odom or Odem, but I haven’t found any documents proving that. Prior to 1850, only the head of household is listed on the Census form, so that’s no help for finding who his parents are. A later Census lists Ory’s parents as being from Georgia. so perhaps they lived there for a time. I will continue to search for information, and new documents come online all the time, so I have every hope that someday I’ll find my great-great-great-great-great grandfather, too.

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‘Tis the Season for Genealogy

If you’ve been thinking of looking into your family history and starting to fill out your own family tree, now is the time. I mean, not just “Today is the first day of the rest of your life,” but “The holidays are the best time to start.”

Why?

Think of the family gatherings. Thanksgiving dinner. Christmas vacation. All those parties, christmascreativecommonsflickrmaybe even a wedding or a baby shower. It’s the perfect time to ask questions. What’s grandma’s middle name? What’s Uncle Charlie’s birthdate? Where was Aunt Eva born?

Caution: Some families bicker and argue over everything from the spelling of a name to whether grandma’s family in Germany was Jewish or not, to who was great-great-great grandpa because he was married to someone but it wasn’t to your great-great-great grandmother. If you’re taking notes (and you should), just jot down the different opinions and ask someone for their casserole recipe to change the subject.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwiRtKG9r_fPAhXL34MKHVh7B0cQjhwIBQ&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.webdesignhot.com%2Ffree-vector-graphics%2Fabstract-green-tree-vector-illustration%2F&psig=AFQjCNGH3IanM4q6PA2SOPJBGk0HLdIKpA&ust=1477533531210419Before you pack the car, take a little time to write down what you know (or think you know). Ancestry has a printable 4-generation chart. Misbach.org has one that fits 6-generations on one page. Start with yourself and work your way back. You may want to use a pencil in case you find out the name your grandfather always used isn’t his legal name.

Sidebar: About 23 years ago, my mom called and said my grandfather was in the hospital. I went to the hospital to see him. I went to the desk and asked for Hoyt Cook, and they said they didn’t have anyone by that name. Remember, this was before cell phones, and my mother was at the hospital. Somewhere. Unreachable. Eventually, I got it sorted out, and come to find out, Hoyt was my grandfather’s middle name, and they booked him under his legal first name. I kind of knew that, but not well enough to recall it in the lobby of a hospital where he’d been taken rather suddenly. Use a pencil.

If you fill out a couple of generations before you get to the family gathering, it shouldn’t take long to verify what you have and make corrections or additions. Then you can start asking what you don’t know, like your great-great grandparents’ names and where they’re from.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwid6aS9sPfPAhWl7YMKHWAxDi8QjhwIBQ&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wikihow.com%2FDesign-a-Family-Tree&psig=AFQjCNEVt1Lz1u6Nsw7rXFff9nXTMpN43g&ust=1477533787859769The more you can find out from your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, or even family friends, the better armed you will be to start finding the answers that can fill in the blanks that no one knows.

I got a late start at genealogy. I was always moderately interested in the family history, but while I enjoyed hearing the stories of hog thieves and hellraisers, I didn’t really commit any of it to memory or write it down. Now my grandparents are all gone, and my mom’s memory isn’t what it used to be. The families are spread out and we aren’t able to get together in person as much as we once did. So, if you’re still young, please, fill out the chart now, even if you just stick it in a drawer for now. Someday, you (or your kids) will be glad to have it.

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