Family trees

Wow!

 

They are also those flooded rice fields you've seen in every Vietnam War movie ever made

 

I know hon.
I failed with my wit. X

 

I suck at detecting online joking and sarcasm

 

Best stick with bagel burgers. X

 

I think all the toppings would squish up out of the hole

 

Nah try to be incentive.
I posted squeaky cheese. Lol

 

One of my late mother's cousins started tracing our family back into the 1700's. It seems I come from a long line of reprobates. Imagine that.... Oh, and there was a native American ancestor from an eastern tribe that migrated to the Kentucky area. He loved a lot of women. They loved him back. Etc.... Funny how this stuff goes sideways when you're following all those little rabbit trails....

 

I love finding scandal in mine. Only once found a glimpse.

 

You aren't missing anything, in my opinion. Got another ancestor that killed a guy and, while awaiting his noose, his wife came in and swapped clothes with him. He fled to Texas, which was overrun at the time by "independant individualists" and started another branch of our family down there. I hear our resident geneologist tracked them down in recent years. I haven't meet them.

Last time I went to a family reunion all the older folks were talking about the fact that one of our younger ladies had married a black guy, had kids, and then proceeded to "bring that d2mned n.....r to our reunion." I told them that "He had a job, supported her and the kids, and apparently they're happy, and will remain so as long as you f.....g biggots can keep your mouths shut and keep your accursed opinions to yourself."

Sometimes one just can't be too impressed by one's own family.

 

True, but they are in our blood line.
I recently found one that got eviction from a bar, for drinking all the profits. Lol

 

That's amusing. My grandpa made some of the finest 'shine in eastern KY until his partner stabbed him in the back, causing him to fall off his horse "...just like a tree trunk" and hit the ground with an unceremonious thump. Took him about 6 months to heal up, after which, according to the only family member alive who remembers it, he had to leave town. This was the point at which he walked up from there to Ohio, west of Columbus, with his young wife and kids to take up farming, or so I was told. I don't think anyone believes he let his old partner get away with his behavior (he wanted the business to himself), given his history at the time, but nobody is talking either, and it's been many decades since the Great Depression when he migrated.

Family history may be fun, but it doesn't define us. I'm more concerned with where we're going than where we're from.
Have fun, Candy, and enjoy your history!

 

I must post some of my census returns.
Not my direct links.
But others.
I did find my next door neighbour now, lived next to my lot 100 years ago.
How bizarre is that?
Love your posts.

 

Life is strange. It's amazing how many coincidences we find in our lives and how our paths cross paths so often with someone without our knowledge.

Glad you like the posts. Some things you just can't make up, and no fiction is stranger than real life, in my opinion. Of course, having a preponderance of scaliwags and reprobates in your family tree does tend to make things interesting to the point of seeming unbelievable.

 

I look forward to reading more from you.
Fair bit of French royalty in mine.
Of course they had to flee France, or loose their heads.
I looked at portraits in the London gallery.
Gosh one lady looked so like me.

 

How strange.... Some gal in a diner recently who told me that I looked like Johnny Cash. I asked if she was serious, to which she replied that "....everyone in the kitchen is talking about it..." and I told her that, when younger, I was told I looked like Sylvester Stallone or Frank Zappa, which I found very weird, indeed.
Now I'm wondering if they make a game out of this at that diner....and I'm glad I don't yet look like a person someone wants to punch in the face or take a shot at....

 

I forgot about this thread.
I must remember to post more here.

This looks so like me as a child.

 

I am related to John Wilkes Booth on my father's side

. . . And he grew up about 20 miles north of where I did in Maryland

 

John Wilkes Booth (May 10, 1838 – April 26, 1865) was an American stage actor who assassinated President Abraham Lincoln at Ford's Theatre in Washington, D.C., on April 14, 1865. A member of the prominent 19th-century Booth theatrical family from Maryland, and a noted actor,[4] Booth was also a Confederate sympathizer who, denouncing President Lincoln, lamented the recent abolition of slavery in the United States.[5]

I had to Google.

 

The first person on my dad's side of the family to come to the United States was kidnapped from Ireland in 1685 when he was 8 years old. He was sold as a slave to a wealthy family in Virginia. He was released at age 21. At that time he married his former owners daughter. That family owned the land where Richmond, VA is now. They donated the land for the city to be built. So basically my ancestors kinda founded Richmond, VA. I have visited the home that they owned there.