Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Genealogy: To Know Them Is To Know Me


A New Year...
As everyone gears up for the new year, they are making their lists of resolutions and checking them twice.  [Or maybe that's Santa...]  I, however, am simply plodding along with what have always been my goals, my resolutions ~ to find my family story.  That's broad, I know.  I mean, am I talking about the everyday adventures of my family?  What we did last week, last year?  Or maybe what we'll be doing next month?  Perhaps I'm talking about my parents, my siblings, and the like.  Or maybe even my 2nd great grandmother, Catherine Caroline Vaughn.  [I love her middle name. ;) ]  Could I possibly be talking about my plastic tub full of old family photos ~ too many of them unidentified?  Or maybe I'm talking about the new distant cousin I found.  Or quite possibly I'm talking about finding who originally owned a Victorian family album that's currently in my possession.


The Past Meets the Future in the Present
Well, don't worry I can tell you what I'm talking about [at least, on this subject].  I'm talking about all of the above.  This is why there is such a variety here on my blog, Family Stories.  Sometimes I talk about my kids. Sometimes I talk about family things we're going to do next week.  Sometimes I talk about things that happened when I grew up.  Other times it's about my relatives that I did know, but are gone now.  About things that happened to them and were told to me by them, by someone else, or I've been able to find their story.  Maybe I just have a photo of them, and I've looked up the rest.  Perhaps I've taken a photo of their tombstone, or their house they once lived in.  Other times, I'm talking about people that I've never met, may never have seen, but I know we're related.  Take for instance, my current ongoing investigation of my Paw Paw's brother's murder as well as the murder of his four children in 1957.  Why were they murdered?  Sometimes our stories even collide.  For example, every time we visit the Battleship Texas, my kids are walking on a ship an ancestor fought on in World War II.  My kids' present meeting the past.  An ancestor's past present meeting the future.  It's all intertwined. [Who needs movies like Back To The Future, hm?]


I'm Gonna Find Out Every Last Detail That I Can
I know they are all my family.  I know they are all mine.  They are all from whom I come from.  They are all my roots.  And I want to know them all.  Each and every last one of them.  I want to know the who, the what, the when, the where, the why, and the how.  For to know them and their story is to know me and my story.


I want to know their family story.

I want to know my family story.


That's my New Year's Resolution.

What's yours?

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Lookin' Good In Red

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun
Randy Seaver over at his blog, Genea-Musings, has issued his Saturday Night Genealogy Fun mission  for tonight.  The mission, if we choose to accept it, is to list a Christmas gift that we received that is our favorite for genealogy purposes.
netbook

I Accept the Mission, Randy
Well, personally, I think I hit the jackpot because I received a NETBOOK for Christmas which I'm using right now to write this post.  Let me count the ways I'll be able to use this itty-bitty, cutey-patootey red machine for my genealogical research.  [Yes, it's red.  I told you it was cute, didn't I?]  First of all, it's so small that it fits in my new red purse that I purchased with Christmas cash that I received.  [I love gift cards and cash, don't you?]  Besides the fact that I totally match [which rocks], I will be able to take this littlle "puppy"  with me wherever I go.  [Watch out world.]  This means I'll be able to write posts whenever my muse decides to show up.  No longer will I be searching for a pen, a pencil, a crayon, or blood and a piece of paper that has a white space on it that I can use to write an absolutely positively awesome idea that my muse has placed in my head.  [I think she does it at inopportune times so she can have a little fun watching me scramble around in order to write the great idea down.]  

Researching At the Coffeshop

With it's built-in Wi-Fi capabilities, I will have access to the internet at some of my favorite places like the library, the bookstore, the coffeeshop, the couch in my living room, and the like.  This means when my muse does strike, not only will I be able to "write it down," but I'll be able to share it with my blog readers [otherwise known as the FS Gang], my facebook buddies, and my twitterverse [twitter universe] immediately.  I like bouncing ideas off y'all because a lotta heads are much better than my wee one by itself.  Also, I'll be able to look up important info when I need it and not wait until I'm in a convenient spot to set-up my laptop [which, by the way, looks huuuuge compared to this red cutie pie].  That's right, folks, I'll be able to research online wherever there is free Wi-Fi.  [I hate it when places charge fees for Wi-Fi.]


Forever Burned On My Brain

It has a 7 hour battery which is really nice for mini internet marathons which pop up from time-to-time. [O.K., all the time if you want to be completely accurate, and as genealogists and family historians, we definitely want to be accurate, right?]  It has a built-in webcam thingy-majiggy as well, but don't hold your breath on that one.  After Thomas' [Geneabloggers] rendition on his blog Destination: Austin Family of a Christmas carol on video [which is forever burned on my brain], I've come to the conclusion that I'm not quite at that level of...of...well, talent.  Yes, talent.  That's it.  If you haven't seen it, then you simply must see it.  It's hilarious and far be it from me to keep Thomas' talent from you.  [Besides, it shouldn't be burned forever just on my brain...]  I also purchased today with my Christmas cash a miniature mouse to go with my mini computer.  It, too, is just the cutest thing you've ever seen.

More With Less

Basically, I've gone even more mobile than I was before with less.  Only time will tell how much this will benefit me in my research.  One thing I can definitely say is that I'm lookin' good in red.  *wink*

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Can You Hear Them Ring?

Decisions, Decisions.
I finally decided on a carol to blog to participate in footnoteMaven's Blog Caroling.  I might have mentioned in a previous post that along with the 7 years of piano lessons that I took when I was younger, I also took 5 years of ballet, tap, and jazz lessons.  Every year my class would perform a ballet dance to Silver Bells for the Christmas recital.  It was an elegant dance perfectly choreographed to the gentle sways in the music, and to this day whenever I hear Silver Bells, I instantly think of that dance.  However, I don't think I could perform it now.  [*snort*  Who am I kidding?  I know I couldn't perform it now.]  Also, I think part of its appeal to me is that the lyrics describe Christmas celebrated in a big city where there's lots of hustle and bustle, and most especially, where there is snow.  A very foreign concept to a little girl who grew up in a small town near where the below pic was taken.  [Yes, those are palm trees.]:





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Behind The Music
According to Wikipedia, Silver Bells, composed by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans, was first recorded by Bing Crosby and Carol Richards in 1950.  Since then it has been recorded many [and I do mean "many"] times by many artists.  Lucky for you, though, I found a recording of it by Johnny Mathis [My mom's fave.] on You Tube with an accompanying slide show from SirKnott.  [Trust me, you don't want to hear me sing it.]  The lyrics are below the video as well.  So, get your hot toddy or your hot cocoa [Or, hey, why not both?  You deserve it.] and snuggle up to your computer to listen to Johnny Mathis perform Silver Bells.  Can you hear them ring?







Having problems viewing the video?  View on YouTube here.





Silver Bells
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile
And on every street corner you'll hear

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day

Christmas makes you feel emotional
It may bring parties or thoughts devotional
Whatever happens or what may be
Here is what Christmas time means to me

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day

Soon it will be Christmas day



Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Mama's Whatnot

So, You Want To Know the Whole Story?  All Right.  You Asked.
Well, you didn't ask.  The government is insisting.  I doubt very seriously "the gov" really cares what I'm doing here at Family Stories.  However, since I am a person that follows all the rules [*snort.* Notice that I didn't say whose rules they were that I'm following.], I thought I'd let you know exactly what I'm doing here at Family Stories.  My blog didn't start out as a way to pay some bills.  I simply had a story or two to tell, and I thought I'd share them with you, so that maybe you could get excited about your own family stories.  Ah, but then real life butted [Yes, I'm making-up a word.  You should be used to that by now.] it's head into a rather perfect plan.  [If I do say so myself.]  You know, "real things" like my daughter will be driving in 3-1/2 years.  [Gulp.]  "Real things" like my kids' college education because my husband and I don't want them living with us forever.  I could go on, but I think you get the idea.


Remember, You Asked...
Anyways, it seems the Federal Trade Commission (FTC) would like me to let you know [like, you couldn't figure it out all on your own] that, hey, if you click on an ad on my blog, then I might be getting some type of commission or compensation of sorts.  [Not that I know what one of those looks like because I haven't received one...yet.]

Please Note: 
Most of the ads I have on my blog are for companies that I have used in the past or do use currently in writing my family stories.  [You didn't think I did all that research by myself, did you?]  In addition, all of my ads do pertain to family, history, genealogy, family stories, research, and the like.  Every now and again, I do mention one of the companies in my stories, but only if it pertains to the research I did and the resulting story.  I am not paid for these mentions [but if someone wanted to pay me...].  No, I won't do it, at least, not on Family Stories, but maybe on another blog.  [These blogs are addicting, aren't they?]  Also, I don't do reviews on Family Stories simply because I haven't figured out a way to craft a story around the review of a genealogical product or service.  But if I have an "Eureka!" moment one evening as I'm drifting between wakefulness and "totally out-of-it complete with drooling" slumber, then you'll be the first to know and I'll revise this disclosure doodad thingy.  [I think the proper, business-like, totally government, thus boring, term is "disclosure statement." Yup, I'm making a statement, all right. *snort.*]

Mama's Whatnot
Basically, what I mean is if anything changes, I'll let you know because the Lord knows I don't want any trouble around here.  Well, other than the trouble I have of figuring out all my "Mary's," "Polly's," [rolling eyes heavenward] murders, and whatnot.  This way, I know that you know [Goodness, what is it that we know?] ~ Oh yes, that we all know that Mama's got some family stories that she wants to share with you AND Mama's got some bills to pay.

There.  That's Family Stories' Disclosure Statement in a nutshell [or two]. 

Tombstone Tuesday: Ft. Sam Revisited

My Gran's Brother
Claude John Truitt was my Gran's brother, and he, like my grandfather, is buried at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Bexar County, Texas.


Truitt,Blacketer,San Antonio,Bexar County,Texas

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: The Richardson Bros.

Richardson Bros. of Iowa ~ Not Quite Black & White


Richardson Boys ca. 1910

Are These the Richardson Boys of Story Co., Iowa?
I found this photo postcard with my mother-in-law's photos of her Richardson family [her dad's family].  With the telltale signs of the age of this postcard indicating it was created between 1904 and 1918, I'm fairly certain that these are the Richardson brothers.  [AZO paper as indicated around the stamp area with 4 triangles pointing up in the corners are the telltale signs.]  In the 1910 census my mother-in-law's [Linda Jo's] father ~ Oliver Richardson ~ is just 5 months old on the day the census was taken, 23 May 1910 in Palestine, Story Co., Iowa.  His siblings are as follows:
  • Thomas R., 12 yrs old
  • Richard M., 10 yrs old
  • Martin J., 6 yrs old
  • Elmer J. 2 yrs old
These ages seem to be a little younger [but not by much] than the ages of the boys in the photo postcard.


The Great Gatsby
I also looked up their hats, and found that the eldest in the photo, who I think is Thomas, is wearing a newsboy cap [also known as a Gatsby].  Their father, John R. Richardson, came to America from Norway in 1867.  Their mother, Belle T. Weeks, was born in Iowa, but her parents were born in Norway.  I featured them in another Wordless Wednesday post [one that was truly wordless].  I mention this because in Norway, this cap would've been called a "sixpence." [...just a little trivia]  It's worn in this picture kind of "pouffed" up and you can see the points in the crown, indicating this was an 8-panel newsboy hat.  The 3 middle boys in the photo, who I think are Richard, Martin, and Elmer, are wearing what looks like to me low-crown bowler hats.  Both types of hats were worn in the early 20th century. 


The Barn Rocks
I absolutely adore this photo postcard, but I also wish someone had identified these boys for me.  Although, I'm fairly certain they are the Richardson brothers.  Of course, their father, John R. Richardson, had brothers of his own who immigrated with him to Story Co., Iowa and had children of their own.  So, anything's possible.  I love the buggy, the barn, the horse, and those boys.  Whoever they are, they look like a handful, and that, I do know, is "black and white."

Note: This is a submission for the Festival of Postcards Carnival hosted by Evelyn Yvonne Theriault on her blog,   A Canadian Family.  The theme is anything to do with the word "white."

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Tombstone Tuesday: My Grandfather

My grandfather, James Wesley Blacketer, is buried in Fort Sam Houston Cemetery located in San Antonio, Texas.

James Wesley Blacketer Tombstone

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Holiday In the Shade

The Holiday issue of Shades of the Departed is now available for your viewing pleasure!  This issue is bursting with wonderful and informative articles.  From how to make beautiful Christmas collages, to naked ladies [I kid you not.], to rebuilding neighborhoods ~ it's all found in this Shades issue and more!  For those who love their magazines to come alive and talk to you, video has been added to enhance the articles.  Also, Maureen Taylor has contributed a fascinating article on hairstyles in old photos.  She included this picture of this dude with...well, I won't ruin it for you.  You simply must go get your copy of this issue.  It's practically flying off the newsstand shelves [well, the virtual ones, that is.].


Friday, December 4, 2009

Feliz Navidad Goodies

People In Hell Want Ice Water Too
When I was young every single year, without fail, my Gran would send me two things for my birthday ~ my very own batch of peanut brittle and my very own batch of her refrigerator cookies, without nuts [because I like nuts in my candy, but not in my cookies ~ go figure.].  Everyone else in the house had to share their own batch of peanut brittle and Gran's refrigerator cookies with nuts.  [I promise I wasn't spoiled.  Really.]  As my Gran got a little older and was unable to make me my goodies, my mother took over the task.  My birthday is at the beginning of December and no matter who was doing the baking and making, as soon as I received them, I knew Christmas was just around the corner.  [I also learned pretty quickly to hide everything so that my dad wouldn't eat all my baked goods.]  This was a time where my mom baked cookies and cakes and made candies in abundance.  Once I asked her why she made so much, she replied, "You never know who might be showing up for Christmas, and they make great gifts."  And she was right.  There was always someone we hadn't counted on showing up at Christmas, and mom was always ready with a Cherry-Date Cake, the proverbial Fruit Cake, or a tin of Peanut Brittle or Pralines.  Also, I do believe a few of my teachers ended up with a few cakes over the years.  [I promise, though, I did earn my grades, but you know, it never hurts...]  A lot of what my mom made was passed down from her mother, my Gran.  I never asked the origins of the recipes [kicking myself in the backside], but I decided that I'd share a few of the family recipes with you.  [When I get to Heaven, I'm pretty sure my Gran is gonna kick my buttocks for sharing them with you, though.  Just so you know...]  Also, I'm sharing 2 recipes of my own that have become a tradition.  So much so that if I didn't make them for Christmas, I'd be in a lot of trouble.



Peanut Brittle

Gran's & Mom's Peanut Brittle [pictured above]
I've tasted a lot of peanut brittle over the years, and none have ever come close to this recipe of  my Gran's and my Mom's.  The ingredients are simple, but there's a "trick" to making candy.  I never helped my mom make the peanut brittle, but I watched her every year make batch after batch of it.  When I finally married, that first Christmas after receiving my Birthday Peanut Brittle, I called to thank her, and I also asked for "the recipe."  I've made it every year since.  The key to making any candy is to follow the directions exactly and have everything ready to go ~ time is of the essence.  [Plus an extra set of hands would be nice, but as my mom used to say, "Caroline, people in hell want ice water, too."]

2 cups sugar
1 cup light corn syrup
1/4 cup butter, plus some to butter pans
1/2 cup water
2-1/2 cups raw peanuts [unsalted]
1-1/2 teaspoons baking soda

Equipment:
Heavy 3-qt sauce pan
Candy thermometer
Wooden spoon
2 large baking sheets [I use 2 old Airbake ones that are warped]

Butter the 2 large baking sheets and the 3-qt sauce pan.  Combine sugar, corn syrup, butter, and 1/2 cup water in buttered 3-qt sauce pan.  Cook and stir continuously over medium-high heat until boiling.  Clip the candy thermometer to the side of the pan [making sure it doesn't touch the bottom of the pan].  Now cook and stir over medium-low heat to 275 degrees Farenheit, or soft-crack stage [abt. 30 minutes].  Stir in peanuts and stir to 295 degrees Farenheit, or hard-crack stage [abt. 15-20 minutes].  Remove from heat & remove thermometer.  Quickly, sprinkle baking soda over the hot goo [Yes, that's a technical term.] while constantly stirring.  Then quickly pour the hot goo onto the baking sheets, dividing it equally.  [Good luck on that "equal" part.]  Once it's cool, break into pieces.  Then, hide it.  Otherwise, it won't last long.


Pralines

Gran's & Mom's Pralines [pictured above]
This is a decidedly New Orleans [or Nawlins] delicacy.  My Gran's Gran, Annie O'Brien, came to America from Ireland through the Port of New Orleans.  Also, my Gran was born in Chaney, Rapides Parish, Louisiana.  Did the recipe come from there?  Good question.  I wish I knew the answer.  However, lucky for you, I have the recipe.

1-1/2 cups sugar
1-1/2 cups packed dark brown sugar
1 cup of heavy cream [You're making candy for goodness sake.  Don't use the light.]
3 Tbsp. butter
2 cups pecan halves

The Equipment: The same as above minus the baking sheets, but add wax paper.

Lay out on the counter about 2 feet of wax paper.  Butter the saucepan again.  Combine the sugars [both kinds] and the cream.  Cook over medium-high heat until boiling, stirring constantly.  Clip the thermometer to the side of the pan.  Cook & stir over medium-low heat to 234 degrees Farenheit, soft-ball stage [abt. 16 minutes].  Remove from heat and add butter, but don't stir it in.  Let hot goo cool until thermometer reads 150 degrees Farenheit.  Stir in the pecans and beat with wooden spoon for about 3 minutes.  Should be thick, but still glossy.  If it's too stiff, add a couple drops of hot water [Drops, people.  Candy-making is not the world of "more is better."]  With a spoon, drop mounds of hot goo onto wax paper.  Don't worry.  It will flatten as it cools.  Now hide this too.  It seems to disappear.


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Caroline's Christmas Cookies [pictured above]
These are popular with the family, and are much better than a fruit cake. [Snort.  That doesn't take much.]

1 cup sugar
1 cup butter-flavored shortening
1/2 cup sour cream
3 eggs
3-1/4 cups all-purpose flour, sifted
1-1/2 tsp. salt, sifted
1 tsp. baking powder, sifted
1/2 tsp. baking soda, sifted
1-1/2 tsp. lemon extract
1 tsp. grated oramge peel
1 cup shredded coconut
1/2 cup candied cherries [red & green], diced
1/4 cup citron, diced

Heat oven to 400 degrees Farenheit.  Mix sugar, butter-flavored shortening, sour cream, and eggs.  Stir in the rest of the stuff [another technical term].  Drop on cookie sheets and bake for 8-9 minutes.  Yes, these will need to be hidden, too.


Tortilla Soup

Caroline's Christmas Eve Tortilla Soup [pictured above]
As I've mentioned before, I was born and raised on the Texas-Mexican border.  This is an area that has a blend of cultures, which naturally extends into food.  I can't remember when my mother started serving Mexican food on Christmas Eve, but my stomach and I are sure glad she did.  For me, it just isn't Christmas Eve without Mexican food, especially tamales. [pictured below]  My mom didn't make them from scratch, and neither do I.  They can be heated up in an oven, but I've found that they remain moist if I steam them.  Most everything she used to serve and what I now serve is finger foods ~ taquitos, queso, fluatas, tacos, etc.  Several years back, I added homemade tortilla soup, and it's now requested every year.  I've given the recipe to my Cajun neighbor, and now I'll share it with you.

Vegetable oil
24 corn tortillas, 12 thinly sliced [1/4 inch in width] & 12 sliced [1/2 inch in width]
1 Roasted Chicken, de-boned and chopped [I buy the one already cooked at the store.]
1 yellow onion, chopped
4 cloves of garlic, minced
1/2 Poblano pepper, de-seeded and chopped  [optional & you can substitute with your fave pepper]
1-49 oz. can chicken broth
1 cup water
1-28 oz. can petite diced tomatoes in juice
1 can sweet corn
1 can sweet cream corn
4 tsp. cumin
6 tsp. chili powder
1 cup of chopped cilantro
salt & pepper to taste
Lime juice from 5 limes

Toppings:
Sliced Avocado
Grated Cheddar & Monterrey Jack Cheese
Leftover fried tortilla strips
Sour cream

Fry the 1/4-inch corn tortilla strips in vegetable oil, drain on paper towels, and set aside.  In large pot, saute onion, garlic, and Poblano pepper until tender.  Add chicken, broth, tomatoes with the juice, both cans of corn with liquid, and water, and bring to a boil, then simmer for 5 minutes.  Add the 1/2-inch corn tortilla strips [the ones not fried] cumin, chili powder, cilantro, salt, and pepper.  Simmer for 30 minutes.  Add lime juice from 5 limes.  Stir and simmer for 5 minutes.  Serve hot with desired toppings.  I usually set it up as a buffet of sorts.



Tamales

Feliz Navidad!


Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: A Divine House

A "Divine" House


Blacketer,Truitt,Vaughn,Bouquet,O'Brien,Devine,San Antonio,Texas

OK, So I'm Not So Wordless, But I Have A Divine Reason
I am way too excited about this house to keep my mouth shut!  Why?  Well, this house may not look so divine, BUT it's the house that my 2nd Great-grandparents, Daniel and Annie (O'Brien) Vaughn lived in when they lived in San Antonio, Texas in their later years. [Remember Annie and her Tin Cup?]  It's a duplex type of home ~ 2 houses connected, and a few of my family members lived in both homes in the early 20th century.  In addition to my 2nd Great-grandparents ~ Daniel and Annie ~ my 1st Great-grandparents, Claudius Roy and Mary Alice "Boo" (Vaughn) Truitt and my grandparents, James Wesley and Mary Alice "Gran" (Truitt) Blacketer lived in this house.  Another family that lived there was my "Boo's" sister and her family.  I love their names: Claiborne Leander and Genevieve (Vaughn) Bouquet. [Oooh, and Claiborne has a cool story, too...] So, now can you see why I think this house is divine?  I can't express how excited I was that I was able to find it this past weekend ~ that it was still standing after all these years.  I had never seen this house, but growing up, I had heard my Gran, my mother, and my aunt talk about it.  "Remember the house on Devine?" they'd ask each other.  I remember always thinking, "What's so great about the house on Devine Street?"  Now, I know ~ the family memories, the family storiesThat's what makes the house on Devine Street so, well, divine, and now I've seen it.  And lucky for the descendants of Daniel and Annie, I took photos of it.  [Your welcome.  It was my pleasure.]  They  won't have to wonder about the house on Devine Street.  They can simply bask in its...divinity.

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