Friday, August 15, 2014

"Who Do You Think You Are?" recaps and reviews

I've been worse than usual with writing, folks, in case you haven't noticed! Between taking care of my ever-increasingly mobile and adventurous 16 month old, planning a wedding, doing freelance genealogy and editing work (usually not at the same time for the same clients ha ha), and getting ready to go back to work part-time, blogging has taken a back seat!

I have managed to find time to watch this season of "Who Do You Think You Are?," though I haven't found the time to write my impressions on each episode. For recaps and reviews of the episodes so far, I recommend checking out Cousin April's blog, Digging Up the Dirt on My Dead People - she has been on the ball posting her thoughts on each episode and I expect she'll be doing the same for the rest of the upcoming eps. I think I'll probably do a round-up of thoughts after the season is over - so get ready for a random mish-mash of thoughts. At which point, we'll be almost ready to start watching Henry Louis Gates Jr's excellent genealogy series, "Finding Your Roots."

Hope you all have been enjoying your summer and having wonderful genealogy adventures!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

AncestryDNA: My sister and I are officially related...hurray!

My sister recently took the AncestryDNA test, completely of her own accord - so bizarre to not have to coerce any of my family members into taking the test. Just as a refresher, unless you are an identical twin, you and your siblings (or parents) will NOT be exact DNA matches. You will, of course, share most of your DNA, but each of us gets a different combination of DNA from our parents, just as they did theirs, just as they did theirs, and so on. So testing other family members, while expensive, is worthwhile from a genetic genealogy standpoint, because it will give you a more complete genetic picture of your family tree AND it will expand the number of people you can connect to genetically. What does this mean? Let me use me and my sister as an example:

I only just checked her results (yes, I was impatiently checking every day, and for the record, it only took 11 days for her results to be posted after they received her sample) so I haven't a chance to see her percentages yet, but we match 99 percent as immediate family. So, no awkward explanations needed from Mom and Dad, thank goodness! :) She has two main ethnic matches: Ireland and Western Europe, which is not surprising...our families are primarily from Ireland and Germany, and looking at my sister with her red hair, she looks like she could be from either. My main ethnic groups are Great Britain, Ireland, Western Europe, and Scandinavia. We both also have trace genetic regions that showed up. Both of us got European Jewish and Iberian Peninsula - I can see European Jewish being somewhere in our German roots, but I'm not sure where the Iberian Peninsula comes from (ethnic groups are so fluid in their localities and a genetic match could've been inherited from many, many, many, MANY generations ago...). She also had Scandinavia and Great Britain show up in her trace results. We each have one more trace, and it's different: mine is Eastern European, and hers is..... Italy/Greece. What???? Where in the heck did THAT come from??? I guess that's the crazy thing about genetics.

Okay, so back to what I was talking about before. Because my sister took the test, my genealogy picture became more complete. She and I have the same exact family tree - we have all the same ancestors. She inherited Italian/Greek DNA from someone somewhere down the line, from one of her ancestors. That means, I also have an ancestor who is of Italian/Greek ethnicity, even though it didn't show up in my DNA. So that's kind of a cool and exciting discovery for me. And now for what I'm most excited about - because my sister inherited different DNA than I did, she's going to match genetically to different people than I did. So the people she matches with are her cousins; they're related. And because she and I are related, that means that even though I don't genetically match with them, they are my cousins, too - I'm excited to see if anybody has any family tree info that matches mine, or better yet, can help me with mine!

Confusing stuff...but oh so exciting!

By the way, new Who Do You Think You Are tonight at 9 pm on TLC - Modern Family's Jesse Tyler Ferguson will be featured. At some point eventually I'll get around to posting my thoughts on last week's Cynthia Nixon ep which, surprise, surprise, had me in tears by the end, and hopefully tonight's ep and future eps!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

In his own words: Grandpa Elmer Gorry reflects

Elmer Gorry reflects on his career/life before working at NBC in the Fall-Winter 1998 Peacock North newsletter.
My dad recently showed me this page from an old NBC magazine, in which my grandfather, Elmer Gorry, reflects on his days before working for the television network. He talks about his days working as a longshoreman in Brooklyn in the late 1940s-early 1950s (think the classic movie "On the Waterfront") and delivering baked goods to homes in Queens in the early 1950s. I knew about his working as a longshoreman but it was so cool to "hear" about it in his own words. These are the kinds of stories - the stories about life in general in a particular time period and place and about life in particular for individual members of our families - that really round out our genealogy research and make it come alive. These are the stories we try to get when we interview family members, glimpses into their lives, the stories that become part of our families' oral tradition. My grandfather, who passed away 8 years ago, was always very funny and had a sharp wit, and it was nice to "hear" his voice again in reading this vignette.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Call for help: What happened to William Meyer/William Myer? And who was his family?

Sometimes in genealogy, people seemingly disappear into thin air. Sometimes it's someone from way back, like my John Meinberg, who pretty much just dropped off the face of the earth somewhere in the mid-1870s. Did he die? Did he up and leave? Did he get swallowed by a whale or abducted by aliens? Nobody knows. Well, maybe somebody knows. But I don't. Other times, it's somebody more recent, as in the case of a recent client who is searching for someone from the 20th century on her family tree. So this is our call for help - we don't know what happened to him or even really his family history, but maybe YOU know. Here's what we do know:
  • His name was Bill or William Mayer(s)/Meyer(s)/Myer(s).
  • He was born possibly in 1932, but to cover our bases, let's say somewhere between 1927-1934.
  • He was from the Bronx, New York, though he might not have been born there and he might have lived in other parts of New York City as a child.
  • He was an Air Force military policeman (MP) at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Arizona, where he was stationed in 1953-1954. 
  • He also worked off base as a bartender.
  • He wore glasses!
  • He was Jewish.
Edited to add: we have some new information to take into consideration! In addition to the above info, the following are STRONG leads:
  • William Meyer seems to be the correct spelling, or at least how he was spelling his name in the late 1940s, early 1950s.
  • 1929-30 seems to be the more accurate date of birth range.
  • He may have attended R.O.T.C. School of Military Science at the University of Arizona in Tucson, Arizona during the years 1949-50.
Did you serve in the Air Force with Bill Meyer? Was William Myer you grandmother's cousin? We're all connected in so many ways and there's always somebody else somewhere either looking for the same person in the same tree or who has the info being looked for. My client is just looking for some personal connection to that branch of their family tree - were William or his parents immigrants, and where might they have come from? Were they musicians? What were they like, and might it be possible to make that leap even further back to across the Atlantic? 

So if you think you can help, please leave me a comment on this post and we'll figure out how to put all the pieces together! Thanks, genealogy family! :)

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Check that tunnel vision - looking beyond what is right in front of you

This is, I think, good advice in general, in life, and also in genealogy, whether it's looking to the side - siblings, cousins - to try to work our way backward, or whether it's switching from an ancestor we've been scrutinizing unsuccessfully to another person or branch, or just thinking outside the box when it comes to what records or resources we use.

But I have a very specific reason for talking about this today.

This morning was my grandmother's funeral. If you read my blog, you know that my 99 year old grandmother, my genealogy inspiration, died May 15. Born in Brooklyn, we returned her there today to be buried with my grandfather, both her parents, Timothy Cronin and Ellen Casey Cronin, her grandmother, Nora Donahue Cronin, and three aunts and uncles who never married - Denis Cronin, Daniel Cronin, and Mary Cronin.

Just as a side note, I love cemeteries. Morbid? Maybe. But I feel very peaceful and at home whenever I go to one, even when I'm not there to visit anyone specific, but moreso when I am. I love seeing names on headstones that I've researched so well that I feel like I actually know them, so today it was nice to "visit" my great-grandparents, my great great grandmother, and some of my great great aunts and uncles.

Anyway, back to the whole reason for this post. My grandmother's family plot is in Holy Cross Cemetery in Brooklyn. In the course of my research, I've tried to visit all my family plots that I know of, and more than once if I am able, so I'd been to the plot in Holy Cross before. After the graveside ceremony, my family hung around for awhile, and somebody happened to walk behind the headstone and say, "Hey, there's another Cronin buried here. Maybe they're related!" So of course I was intrigued, and yes, right behind the big family headstone is a smaller plot with a smaller headstone, and while everybody was sitting there going, "I wonder if they're related. Could they be related?," I was sitting there thinking, "Oh, hi Aunt Julia, hi Aunt Kate." I never even knew that headstone was there but I knew the names immediately. I finally got to "meet" Julia Cronin, a fourth unmarried sibling of my great-grandfather Timothy Cronin's - I had seen her death notice in an old newspaper but never knew where she was buried. And she was in the same plot as her sister Katherine, or Kate I guess, Flannery, who died fairly young, somewhere in her 30s or 40s, as well as Kate's two children, who died heartbreakingly young - John, at less than a year old, and Julia, as a young teenager. Considering how sad the circumstances were of us being there, it was a fairly exciting discovery for me, and I wonder how much my grandmother had to do with nudging us toward that headstone.

Which brings me to the point of this post - don't be so focused and wrapped up in the one person or family you're researching or looking for; step back and look around. Specific to cemetery research, if you're visiting one grave, take a look at the surrounding ones - family was often buried near family, and even if the names are different, they still might be related. But in general, just step back and look around - you never know what you might find.

Thanks, Grandma. I'm looking forward to your genealogy help from the other side.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Passing of my grandmother, my genealogy inspiration

This morning my 99 year old grandmother, Mary Elizabeth Cronin Raynor, passed away in her sleep.

At the ripe old age of 99, you don't exactly mourn the passing of a loved one - Grandma lived a long and happy life, filled with love and surrounded by family, and that's all any of us can really hope for in this life. Of course, living almost a century comes with some heartache as well - she lived to see most of her friends and family go before her. She outlived her husband, my grandfather, Clifford Monroe Raynor, by almost 23 years, and she had to live through the death of her youngest daughter, my mother, Margaret, almost 14 years ago, so I know she was ready whenever her time came. But she also lived to see her grandchildren grow up, get jobs, marry, have children of their own. I am forever grateful that she was well enough to attend my baby shower last year, where she gave me one of my favorite gifts, ever - an afghan, hand made by her mother. And one of the best days was when I got to introduce my daughter, her first great-granddaughter, to her last summer, and I loved watching them laugh and play together every time we went to visit. I am sorry my daughter won't remember her great-grandmother, but I am so happy that I have pictures of them together and that I can tell her, "You always made Great-Grandma smile, and boy, did she love you!"

My grandmother was our original family genealogist. She is the reason I became interested in genealogy. She is the one who got our tree started, who handed me the information and tools I needed to continue on my own. She is the one who got me hooked, who introduced me to what has become one of my life's passions. She is the one who told me stories about her childhood and about her parents and grandparents and my grandfather and his parents. She is the one who asked how my research was going and who I could talk to about some of the exciting discoveries I made. I am heartbroken that she is gone and forever grateful that she gave me the gift of genealogy.

My grandmother was a devout Catholic. I don't know what I believe about the afterlife, but whatever it is, I hope my grandfather and my mother were there to greet her on the other side, and that all our ancestors - those she and I knew about and those I have yet to discover but who are hopefully introducing themselves to her even now as I type -  welcomed her with smiling faces and open arms.

Grandma, I am so thankful for all the years I got to spend with you. I will always continue working on our family tree, to pass down to my grandchildren like you passed it down to me - I will miss you always, till we meet again.

Great-Grandma and Elena meeting for the first time, summer 2013.

Baby me and my grandmther, 1979.