These are my husband’s great-grandparents, William Homer Weeks (1880-1954) and Florence Marion (Baker) Weeks (1875-1949).
Doesn’t she look so sweet?
I’m a seasoned Army wife and am getting very used to packing up and moving every couple of years. It doesn’t even faze me anymore. I can sleep on a blow-up bed and eat slap-sandwiches for weeks. 🙂
The only thing that makes me nervous is packing up my genealogy stuff. Documents. Pictures. Heirlooms. Papers.
I absolutely hate seeing it put into boxes. Boxes that I will not be personally carrying. I have this fear that I might never see them again.
What if a train derails or the crate gets flooded? Or some family in Hawaii gets my box of Civil War pensions???
I know I’m being a tad irrational. Our household goods have been moved from San Antonio to Copperas Cove to Monterey to North Pole to Savannah. I’m sure they’ll make it to El Paso too. But you just never know….
I’ve been digitizing my stuff when I have time. I have my own little “scanfests” occasionally on the weekends.
But I’m nowhere near being done.
And the scanner isn’t working right now.
And the movers will be at my house in exactly one week.
And I have a zillion other non-genealogy things to get done in that week.
{Panic attack sets in.}
I am really hoping that I can get my husband to get the scanner up and working in the next day or two. Then maybe I could at least scan what I think is most important. It would ease my mind a bit.
Part of me wants to hand carry a couple of boxes of stuff that hasn’t been digitized. But then I have to tell myself that it will be much safer in a crate on a truck to Texas than it would be in my SUV – especially since I’ll be homeless and traveling for about 25 days before we get there. I think the chances of someone stealing my vehicle are greater than something happening to it in the crate.
How do you deal with your genealogical data during a move??
P.S. Yes, I actually blogged about this one short year ago when we moved from North Pole, Alaska to Savannah, Georgia. The posts are almost identical, because I’m having exactly the same fears. And yes, my stuff made it here okay. 🙂
Week 16. Restaurants. What was your favorite local restaurant as a child? Where was it located, and what was your favorite meal? Did you know the staff personally? What is your favorite restaurant now?
We really didn’t eat out much when I was a kid. We didn’t have a lot of money and there were 4 of us kids. Since I have 5 of my own now, I can understand how expensive it is to feed them all!
My grandparents would take us out every month or two though to the Chinese restaurant in town. It always felt so special to eat out. I loved opening my fortune cookie at the end of the meal.
My best friend growing up was from one of those families that ate out all of the time. Like almost every day or two. And I practically lived at their house when I was in middle school. We all lived about 20 minutes from the nearest town, but there was a small mom-and-pop restaurant called “That Place” that was nearby and I ate there with them pretty often. It was mostly a burgers and sandwiches kind of place – or else big breakfasts in the morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.
We don’t eat out too often now (because of the kids mostly). We actually just went on a date last week – that doesn’t happen nearly often enough!! We ate at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse and the food was TO DIE FOR. Seriously delicious. The steak was so hot that it was still sizzling on my plate when they served it to me. Yum. If it wasn’t horribly expensive, I’d eat there all of the time.
What a name!
Napoleon Victorinus Klarström was the seventh child of Carl Magnus Klarström and Christina Elisabeth Bennberg.
He was born 26 February 1880 in Alvkarleby, Sweden – south of Gavle.
His father is again listed as “Klamparen”. I got another answer to my question on the boards at Genealogy Wise and now I know that a Klampare was: A foreman or supervisor at a lumberyard whose task it is to oversee the sorting of wood that is left over from the saw mill. This sorting was organized into six classifications. The classifications vary according to the production.
Napoleon moved with his family from Alvkarleby to Lenhovda, then to Alem, and finally to Gavle in 1890 – where his father died that same year. He would have been about ten years old at the time.
I have yet to find the family in the household examinations in Gavle, so I’m not sure how long Napoleon lived. I didn’t find any immigration records on him, so I don’t believe he left Sweden like the majority of his siblings.
More mysteries to solve.
One week before the NGS Conference starts, all of my worldly possessions will be packed up and shipped to El Paso. I will be “homeless” until we get our new home in Texas. I’ve decided that I need to come up with a checklist for what I need at the conference, otherwise it might get packed up!!
Here are some of the things on my list (besides the obvious clothes and toiletries):
- My computer (although I’m not sure if I want to lug it around during the conference or simply use it in the evening in the hotel).
- My phone and charger (and hopefully I can remember to actually charge my phone. I’m so horrible at that.)
- Snacks and drinks.
- “Business cards” (even though I don’t have a business) I thought it would be handy to share contact info with long lost cousins, fellow bloggers, and other cool people I might meet that week. Have any of you done this before?
- A printed syllabus of the classes I’m planning on taking
- Pens and paper to take notes.
- Enough money to buy a Flip Pal. I’m totally getting one.
- My daughter. She’s going to be attending with me. I have plans to make her my minion. I’m not sure she knows this yet. 🙂
- My family tree info (on my computer of course). I think I might carry it on a flash drive too.
- Comfy shoes
Any other suggestions from you seasoned veterans out there?? What’s in your suitcase? What are the must haves?
