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    Dear MrsThing, I hope you are not stuck in the snow. I hope you have power, and that you merely are having a great time doing something else other than internet. Thinking about you, and wishing you well,
    Your friend,
    Fanny.
    PS: Do you want me to send you some spam? I don't know how expensive it is, but
    I'm willing to buy a can and send it SOS (Send Our Spam), promptly, if needed.
    Love,
    Fanny.
    PSPS: I know I kidded around about the snow, but I truly hope you are not having a bad time and I'm sorry that it snowed, because your town hasn't been thawed out too long from last Spring. But don't worry, the tornado clouds appeared today where I am, and so, whatever just end this letter for me because I'm just no good with letters. I get bored with what I am writing.
    Sincerely,
    Fanny.
    PSPSPS:
    If you are not bored with this letter by now, then u know that eye am learning
    how-2 text. I would prefer palindromes to this.
    Thoughtfully,
    Fanny.
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeNov 4th 2011
     
    MrsThing is undergoing an operation, and will emerge as either MrsCutout, MrsWhatsit, or MrNooooooooooo...

    I have this on good authority of the local Constabulary.

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    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 4th 2011
     
    Why the surgry? She was just fine, or did Mrthing, complain?
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 4th 2011 edited
     
    Mr. Thing doesn't like me being fat, so I'd love to be Mrs. Cutout! Cut out all that belly fat, take up the slack in that prolapsed uterus sag, perk up the girls, tighten my chins...yeah.

    We only got about 3-4" of snow, and we never lost power. But a lot of the town was out for days, and some are still out!

    No, I've become addicted to Ancestry.com. I'm learning so much about my family and how they lived, and it's all really interesting! I'm strongly considering publishing it as a book through Lulu, just for my family.

    Here's one of my great-great-grandfathers:

    Horace Stephen Woodman

    I'm not sure when this was taken; he didn't live long. Born in 1847, died between September 1884 and June 1890. I can't find a death record for him.
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeNov 4th 2011
     
    Cool! But now it's thumble's turn to miss you!

    I spent time looking at the Kentucky/Arkansas version, Incestry.com. Very tall, narrow trees. With each generation the eyes seem to get closer and closer together, until the evolutionary chain finally goes full circle ;)
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 4th 2011 edited
     
    So many of my mother's and father's relatives lived in the same towns at the same time, I'm sure my family tree looks more like a topiary.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 4th 2011
     
    That is the way it happened. People married their nieghbors and people they knew. In the south, neighbors could be 100 miles apart and marriages were planned sight unseen. Sometimes they had these "shotgun weddings", where a pa would take a liken to a boy, marry em off and shoot up the town with his shotgun all night.
    In the Nawth they had these deep family affections, so first cousins would marry first cousin, second to second and so forth. Called em kissin yankee kin! :)

    The men on one side of my family have cauliflower ears and are tall n slim. Truth it is.
    • CommentAuthorsuzulu
    • CommentTimeNov 5th 2011
     
    It must be exciting finding out about your ancestors! No wonder you are addicted to Ancestry.com
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    kissing cousins
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 8th 2011 edited
     
    Actually some of the above facts could be argued..but I like my way best. :bigsmile:
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      CommentAuthorcassbtt
    • CommentTimeNov 8th 2011
     
    I'm too busy trying to ignore my current family to look up anybody else on Ancestry.com.

    There, grouchy enough to take over Fawlty Towers when Basil goes on vacation...!
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 9th 2011
     
    MT. Didn't you talk about your family growing up?
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 9th 2011
     
    Not much, just a few miscellaneous details. My father's father died when my father was 5 years old; my grandmother remarried, and I guess the custom then was to have nothing to do with your former spouse's family. Somehow she managed to save some photos, though none of them were labeled. I only found out I had had a great-grandfather living when I was 7 and my father had to travel to Ipswich, MA for the reading of the man's will, and my dad never talked about it. I found a ring with my ggfather's initials in it, and found out through Ancestry.com that it was willed to my father by my ggrandather. It's not worth much, but it was kind of him to remember my father at all. None of his other grandchildren were named in the will, just my dad. And I knew from another relative that a family came over here from England in the industrial age and were instrumental in the hosiery manufacturing trade in Ipswich, but I've found out a lot more from Ancestry.com and from the cousins (grandchildren of my grandfather's 10 siblings).

    My mother made allusions to our Mayflower ancestor John Carver, but he died childless and his wife soon followed. However, we do have a Mayflower relative, I found out through Ancestry.com. Of course, he was a right old bastard, getting arrested for disturbing the peace and filing numerous lawsuits against other colonists. Figures we'd be related to the bad one. But it's still interesting. I'm tracing various lines back through the Civil and Revolutionary wars (at least two relatives who marched on Paul Revere's alarm on 19 April 1775), and tracing many of them back to England. Still can't trace the origin of my Irish ancestors, but I may find out more as time goes on. Ancestry adds and releases new records periodically. My mom also told me that we were related to the first settlers of the island she grew up on, Vinalhaven, ME. Turns out she was right about that, but I had to prove it through Ancestry, because she didn't know the connection, and she made so much stuff up I never knew when she was just telling stories or telling the truth.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 9th 2011
     
    There are records. Someimes you just have to go to the place to find them.

    This I have found, is that ancesters sometimes leave little clues to lead you to the truth, like adding letters to names or directing in opposite directions. I have one who renamed himself after two counties to defer people from knowing the truth. He was a royalist/loyalist related to prominent revolutionary. I much prefer to hear the stories as they relate to the times from other sources since a close relative has closed my files, I just keep my mouth n bank box closed. doesn't matter as we were in touch with all or our families growing up and have deeds and marriage cirt and newspapers etc 3/4 gen back. that maks it easier. I am very proud of my heritage!


    I have read that Hitler has well hidden relatives in the US who are letting the family die off and keep thier identity very closed. History channel, maybe.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 11th 2011
     
    My parents didn't keep much. I did find a letter from my great-grandfather to my grandmother dated 1902--two years after his wife listed herself as widowed on the 1900 census. Another friend told me that people often changed children's dates of birth so they could continue getting town or state aid for them, and if your husband had left you, it was better to say you were widowed than divorced. People fudge details on death certificates: my great-grandmother Julia had three different surnames on four different death certificates for her children. I can't find records for her under any of the names! The name McCarty was often rendered McCarthy on census records and even on a gravestone--so you can't even rely on gravestones for information! I've found other errors on gravestones--people whose death dates I knew because they were recorded in my grandmother's diary, but the gravestone had a different day.

    Come Spring I'm going to go up to MA and spend a few days wandering in graveyards and photographing gravestones. And I'll visit the old homestead, and some historical sites related to my family. I need to visit Vinalhaven again--I've found out I'm related to most of the first families of that island! And I need to go to Vermont and search for my great-grandmother and see if I can figure out what happened to my great-grandfather and his parents. My ggf lived in a town that now goes by a different name, and when he lived there, it was in a different county than it is now, so I'll try calling/contacting the town hall or library to see where the records might be.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 11th 2011 edited
     
    Even states are different, i.e., Va./ W,Va, date unknown, Missouri, Washington/ Oregon.

    My opinion is that people are just naturally private!
    Staking property, claiming heritage, bigamy, who knows?
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 11th 2011
     
    It's getting harder and harder to do. My relative that disappeared nearly made it, but his past caught up with him the day before he died. He seemed glad to see his son and talk to two of his other kids.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 11th 2011 edited
     
    If you find yourself in a hopeless situation, maybe taking off is the best idea. Life is not always healthy.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 11th 2011
     
    Yes, but disappearing is another matter.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 11th 2011 edited
     
    My relative abandoned his family, a disabled wife (lost her whole right leg in a car accident) and 7 children. I'm glad that at least one of his kids got to see him before he died. His unexplained disappearance wreaked havoc in his kids' lives.
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeNov 12th 2011
     
    I had a pet mosquito once. I gave it everything it's little proboscis desired, but it was never satisfied and became despondent. It finally committed pesticide, but it was not in vein. heheheh.
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeNov 12th 2011
     
    I made that up all by myself.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 12th 2011
     
    II believe it, my veiney friend. You are a real digit!
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    I was told on here to stop talking about my ancestors.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeNov 14th 2011
     
    If an admin didn't say it, don't worry about it.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 15th 2011
     
    Who told you that? We all talk about them. I do.
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    My ancestors told me that. They said stop talking about us.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeNov 15th 2011
     
    Oh, in that case it came from the source. Carry on.
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeDec 30th 2011
     
    It's really cool, MrsT. I really like your old pictures of your ancestry. You should write this story and publish it with Lulu!
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeDec 30th 2011
     
    (Sorry for my following 'nasty' comment, but I can't prevent myself to say it)

    If you don't have a death-certificate, and you suppose he died between 1884 and 1890, then he would make an excellent suspect as Jack the Ripper. If he was in London around that time (well, if there's no evidence about him between this period, he might have been anywhere). JTR is believed to have an American accent, and basically the entire male and even female population of London, and all those who spent a certain time in London around 1888 could be suspected as Jack the Ripper (the official murders happened in 1888, but there are theories that other similar murders had happened sometime sooner, and also that they might have continued well after this year). The Ripper murders (the unofficial ones) might be finished in 1890 (or 1891-92).

    But he'd be in a really good company, if he signs up to this list... Members of the Royal Family, royal surgeons and doctors, famous artists, writers, celebrities are on the list.
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    Ooh...interesante!

    I don't have anyone interesting in my family...except my mom's cousin was good friends with Fidel Castro.
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeDec 30th 2011
     
    Same here, Bunni. I mean, I don't even have a cousin who was in friendship with Fidel Castro.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeDec 30th 2011
     
    No, he was nowhere near London at the time. He was in Massachusetts. But I suppose he might have traveled to London to get away from his vengeful relatives, gone crazy, and started dismembering prostitutes. He definitely died before June 1890, though.
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeDec 31st 2011
     
    Well, wouldn't be exciting if it turns out that this is exactly what had happened, MrsT? :bigsmile:
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeDec 31st 2011
     
    Aw, he was some crazy old butcher with three eyes and couldn't get it it any other way. And who said is name was Jack if we do not know who he was?
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeJan 1st 2012
     
    My relative's name was Horace, but he could have been using an alias. Would have been wise, if he'd decided on a life of crime.
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeJan 1st 2012
     
    He called himself Jack the Ripper in his letters to the Police & newspaper agency.
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeJan 1st 2012
     
    Horace? Forget it!
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeJan 5th 2012
     
    It all makes sense, Chris!
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeJan 6th 2012
     
    Thank you, MrsT! Would you like it, if it turns out that JTR was your great-grandfather? I definitely would, I'd find it very exciting if JTR was an ancestry of me. But chances are very low. :bigsmile:
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    I'm sorry to do this, mrsthing, and please don't get mad, but Jack the Ripper killed prostitutes, and you just said that your ancestor's name, the one everyone thinks could be Jack the Ripper, has the name Horace. Think about it. Horace.
    BIG CLUE!
    HORACE = WHORE ASS
    Needless to say, my dear Holmes, the very name of the suspect is in fact, a give-away as to what he was after.
    IT's HIM!
    Arrest him!
    Somebody call Scotland Yard!
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    What's the code for Scotland?
    • CommentAuthorzelda
    • CommentTimeJan 7th 2012
     
    They closed down, Fan...Horace is on his own.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeJan 7th 2012 edited
     
    Horace was my great-great-grandfather. I think. He was my grandmother's grandfather. Yeah, that's 2 greats to my generation.

    I had a friend in college named Horace. He was the Jamaican guy I dated for awhile. His fuck buddy (female friend of his and mine; she didn't fuck me, though--I never swung that way) used to call him Whore Ass. Jeez, the two of them went at it like rabbits, ffs! I dated him years later, after he'd calmed down a bit.
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    I'm sorry.
    • CommentAuthormrsthing
    • CommentTimeJan 12th 2012
     
    No, he was still crazy. We had loads of fun. But he was pretty dysfunctional when it came to the serious parts of a relationship. We once went into a movie theater with a grocery bag of our own snacks. Since you weren't allowed to bring in food from the outside, I hid it under my coat and pretended I was pregnant. The theater employee suspected, so I said, "Oh, please let me in, I've *really* got to pee!" Luckily, it worked. LOL We also started a fight in a supermarket, just spur of the moment. People gathered around; we were totally making it up as we went along. Then on some unconscious cue, we looked at the crowd and yelled, together, "What are YOU looking at?" Then we laughed all the way home.
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    oh goodness, I ..... feel mentally invaded....must .....
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      CommentAuthorchris14
    • CommentTimeJan 22nd 2012
     
    LOL, Fanny, your clues are very logical! :-)
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    They are? Do I even know what they are?
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      CommentAuthorkumbaya
    • CommentTimeFeb 7th 2012
     
    I used to gab in totally fake French at the back of the 434 bus to Reigate with my brother Jon. I guess i was about 12 and he would have been 8.

    He parlayed that gig into a three year Odyssey to India in his teens, where he talked fake Hindi, complete with head-wobbling. They just assumed it was a different dialect, and fed him curry, which he became an expert in cooking. He came home at 18 with a moth-eaten rabbit coat and a bag of psychedelic seeds.

    He does an amazing imitation of an old British Major describing the siege of Mafeking. My favorite bruvva.

    Good memories :)