Fjord Moose: Where Is MrsThing?

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.

Why the surgry? She was just fine, or did Mrthing, complain?

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 ;)

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.

kissing cousins

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...!

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.

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.

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.

Yes, but disappearing is another matter.

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.

II believe it, my veiney friend. You are a real digit!

If an admin didn't say it, don't worry about it.

My ancestors told me that. They said stop talking about us.

It's really cool, MrsT. I really like your old pictures of your ancestry. You should write this story and publish it with Lulu!

Ooh...interesante!

I don't have anyone interesting in my family...except my mom's cousin was good friends with Fidel Castro.

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.

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?

He called himself Jack the Ripper in his letters to the Police & newspaper agency.

It all makes sense, Chris!

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!

They closed down, Fan...Horace is on his own.

I'm sorry.

oh goodness, I ..... feel mentally invaded....must .....

They are? Do I even know what they are?