I’ve always loved this picture of my great-grandfather, Theodore Sanchez.

This is one of the only ones I have of him when he was young.

The banjo cracks me up.

Did he really play it?  Or was it simply a prop?  Would someone want their picture taken with a banjo if they didn’t play it?

I’m sure that there are people out there nowadays that would love to get their picture taken with an electric guitar, even though they don’t play it.  It would be cool.  Is he just trying to play cool with the banjo?:)

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While I was vacationing in Florida this past week, I came across this sign, marking the site of an African Cemetery on Higgs Beach, Key West.  It is so sad.:(

Here is a transcription of the sign:

AFRICAN CEMETERY AT HIGGS BEACH

Near this site lie the remains of 294 African men, women, and children who died in Key West in 1860.  In the summer of that year, the U.S. Navy rescued 1, 432  Africans from three American-owned ships engaged in the illegal slave trade. Ships bound for Cuba were intercepted by the U.S. Navy, who brought the freed Africans to Key West where they were provided with clothing, shelter, and medical treatment. They had spent weeks in unsanitary and inhumane conditions aboard the slave ships. The U.S. steamships Mohawk, Wyandott, and Crusader rescued these individuals from the Wildfire, where 507 were rescued; the William, where 513 were rescued;  and the Bogota where 417 survived. In all, 294 Africans succumbed at Key West to various diseased caused by conditions of their confinement. They were buried in unmarked graves on the present day Higgs Beach where West Martello Tower now stands. By August, more than 1,000 survivors left for Liberia, West Africa, where the U.S. Government supported them for a time. Hundreds died on the ships before reaching Liberia. Thus, the survivors were returned to their native land, Africa, but not to their original homes on that continent.

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My ancestor, Austin Agee, served with the Confederacy during the Civil War.

After his death in 1890, his wife Eliza applied for and received a widow’s pension.

I was so excited to receive this packet a number of years ago. Up until that point, I had assumed that those who served under the Confederacy didn’t receive pensions.  This was only a few pages long, so nothing compared to the Union pension packets, but it is full of very helpful, important information.

Here are the scanned images of what I have.
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Did you ever have one of those moments where you just want to kick yourself?

Sometimes I’m my own worst enemy when it comes to my research.

I have a Rubbermaid tub of papers that I have yet to enter into my computer program.  It seems like such a monumental task that I’ve put it off for years now.

But what I’ve found is that often the answer to my brick wall is lying in there, waiting for me to re-find it.

Another researcher contacted me through this blog after finding we shared a common ancestor – John Robertson.

John has been one of my biggest brick walls for years.  I knew he was from Kentucky, but not where.  Finding a John Robertson in the 1840 census proved to be difficult.  It’s a common name in a large state – and without the names of the family along with him, I haven’t been able to pinpoint which one might be him.

And I had the answer of where he was from (or at least a good clue to the answer) sitting in that tub for years.

I pulled out the Civil War records for John Robertson’s son, Hugh – so that I could scan them and send them to this researcher. And as I started reading through it, I realized that Hugh’s birthplace is listed on this record.

I believe that it says Brick/Breck county. My guess is that it’s an abbreviation of Breckenridge County. The only other option would be Bracken county. Either way, my search for John Robertson has now narrowed considerably.

It looks like I need to take a vacation at home and get to digitizing and entering in this information that I have.

The only question is where do I put the kids?:)

Do you ever find yourself hampering your own research by your lack of organization? Please tell me I’m not the only one.


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From the October 2, 1912 edition of the Denison Bulletin, Denison, Crawford, Iowa.

“Sarah Edwards was born April 3d, 1850, in St. Clair county, Michigan, and died at her home in Dow City, Iowa, September 24th 1912.  She was married in Michigan September 8th 1857 [I believe this should be 1867 not 1857] to John Edwards.  In 1877 they moved to Iowa, where they have since resided.

She united with the Latter Day Saints’ church in December, 1885, and remained true to that faith until death.  She was a good wife and mother and a kind neighbor.  She had been in failing health for a number of years and at the time of her death was almost totally blind and had been a great sufferer.  The bereaved husband has the consolation of knowing that he did everything possible for her comfort and relief.  She leaves to mourn her departure her husband and three sons, Wallace, John, and Elden, all of Dow City. The funeral was held in the Latter Day Saints’ church Thursday afternoon at 2 o’clock, Elder C.J. Hunt of Deloit conducting the service and the remains were laid to rest in the Dow City cemetery. The ones thus bereft of wife and mother have the sympathy of all in their dark hour of sorrow.

I really wish that I had a picture of her.  She died in 1912, so I’m sure that some relative has one somewhere.  I am hoping that someday I find one!  I love putting a face to the names and dates.

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