tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248906305067738572024-02-19T03:43:49.802-05:00Emily's Genealogy Quest: Leaving a LegacyEmily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-83312131464286339752018-01-14T14:38:00.000-05:002018-01-14T14:38:01.938-05:00Granddad Coffman in Newport Beach, Rhode Island<br />
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I'm submitting this picture for a photo/story competition with RootsTech 2018. Comes from his "Cuba" album of pictures he took while in the Navy on the U.S.S. Dixie. He traveled to Guatanomo Bay, Cuba, then New York City, Newport Beach, Rhode Island, and then on to the Panama Canal.</div>
<br />Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-58746537130638604172017-08-21T09:45:00.001-04:002017-08-21T09:45:25.692-04:00Excited about Fall 2017 - teaching a course on GenealogyThis fall I'll be back in the classroom teaching and am excited that I'll be part of a Learning Community for Queens University of Charlotte. A learning community has 4 connected courses, and students enroll in any two of the courses, based on their requirements. The 4 courses in our community are Spiritual Storytelling; Who Are You Born to Be? (a class on DNA); Jazz, America's Musical Identity; and my course, Your Family History Identity: Discovering Who You Are.<br />
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So suddenly I'm going from learning about the genealogical proof standard in intensive courses at IGHR and SLIG, to teaching sophomore students about genealogy. I did teach at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute connected to Widener University for several years, but there I was teaching senior citizens how to use the web to do searches. So this course is different both in students and content.<br />
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This course is much more about how to do historical research on an ancestor. Included in the course assignments are blogs (each students will be creating their own blog and blogging 5 times during the semester), as well as preparing a narrative summary on one of their ancestors that are in the 1930 census or earlier.<br />
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I've been prepping all summer, and have developed a slide show of pictures to start the first class. It was hard to cull them down, but I know by the end of the semester they will have learned a lot about both my husbands family and mine. For now - a picture of my grandparent Yoder's farm outside of Minerva. A favorite place during the summer for us to visit and stay and work! But that is what makes the memories. Now on to more class planning!<br />
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Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-21439023017244661292017-06-27T14:48:00.002-04:002017-06-27T15:48:07.593-04:00A Yoder connector is born<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So it has been 18 months since I last posted, and the answer to your question is yes, I've been busy. Part of that includes the birth of my first grandchild, Charlotte Paige Richardson, the daughter of my youngest son, Zachary James Richardson and his wonderful wife, Bethany Paige Wright. The photo above is very special. Both Bethany's mother, Robin Wright and myself are descendants of Yoders. In fact if you trace both of our lines back we connect to the same person Nicholas Joder, Sr.</div>
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Bethany and Zachary are 8th cousins, and Charlotte brings the family back in a full circle. Take a look at the diagram below.</div>
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What makes this even more fun, and I only realized this when I was creating a pedigree chart for Charlotte, is that she has a third Yoder connection to Nicholas, Sr. Look below at just her mothers line, still moving upward to Conrad and then Nicholas Joder Sr.</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Okay, she won't be able to deny this relationship at all. And someone in the future will wonder about how this happened! Well it takes a Pennsylvania boy meeting a girl with parents originally from North Carolina at college, and then research that connects Conrad and Nicholas together. We are thrilled to have her as part of our family.</span></div>
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<br />Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-50739100167011011092016-01-01T10:28:00.001-05:002016-01-01T10:28:52.474-05:00A New Year means really thinking about my research<br />
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In October, through my FACEBOOK connections, I discovered the Genealogy Do-Over group, run by Thomas MacEntee. I attempted to follow along, but with work and teaching 3 courses this past fall, I realized that there was just too much for me to do in 13 weeks. Then I realized he was creating a new book (The Genealogy Do-Over Workbook) designed to be done over one full year. Yes - more my timeline. So, let's begin the New Year!!<br />
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After reading the first couple of chapters, I realized that really what I need to do is a Genealogy Go-Over - not starting from scratch, but instead truly reviewing what I have, and where I need to go. For those that don't know my story, it is thanks to my mother<br />
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that I became passionate about genealogy. I grew up at her side as she was working on family discoveries, often visiting relatives, cemeteries, court houses and historical societies helping to do some of the work. The earliest records (letters) date from 1954, the year after I was born.<br />
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When she passed in 2006, she left me 4 filing cabinets and 40 boxes of genealogy stuff! I was honored, but also taken aback with the amount of paper. And please remember she did the majority of her research without the internet, and was scared she would lose something - so filed things in multiple places! One of the things I have (that I've yet to decide what to do with) are the 1000+ letters - she made copies of everything she wrote and originals of the responses.<br />
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As a result of two moves in the past 3 years, I've already done the following. The 4 filing cabinets of folders on family members were all scanned - however, these scans need to get organized. I kept all original documents in folders called "birth certificates, death certificates, etc.) As I scanned a file, I also set up the person on my tree in Ancestry and also synced that with FTM (more on that story later). I did the files in order of the tree - checking citations and information on each. This process took almost three years, to where I know have 1 filing drawer (yes ONE) of files that I'm still working on.<br />
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These files are ones where there is little documentation; or confusing documentation - and thus they are for people not listed on my public tree. I just refuse to put something up that doesn't have the right documentation.<br />
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The 40 boxes were a different story. Among those boxes were 10 boxes of family pictures and bibles. These have been scanned an attached to the appropriate person; however, I still have a one box of photos - unknown and/or not yet scanned.<br />
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The boxes also contained binders and more binders of information. From these, I've started in 2015 to create my own binders, that now have the key documents in archival sheets with each individual. However, I've only done 3 generations - so I have a long way to go. Through this process, I've also discovered additional documentation that I need to obtain.<br />
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With the end of FTM, I made the decision to go to RootsMagic, and fortunately the import was reasonably easy. However, one thing will be to double check Ancestry to RootsMagic to FTM to the binders to make sure that I have everything saying the same thing. Plus I'm learning RootsMagic as I go, so trying to find how to do something new is never easy.<br />
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Thus the Go-Over - versus the Do-Over. My goals for January?<br />
l. Review the last 2 boxes of paper I have yet to tackle. Scan what I can and know that later I'll have time to chase those leads.<br />
2. Structure my work space so that the research I'm doing on my husbands tree can still continue, while I Go-Over my tree. I started his tree search from scratch and know that the work I've done there has the sources and documentation I need.<br />
3. As requested, think about my current research habits, and how they can be improved. I know that I have not used a to-do list; and that is something I will need to start to use, especially since I'm working on multiple trees. In addition, most of my research now is pre-1850 and it just gets harder to do, thus more thought into what and where to research is necessary.<br />
4. Finally, I need to realize that the time I'm using to better organize will benefit me.<br />
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My hope is through this Go-Over project, the organization of genealogy will be easier for anyone else who picks it up in the future.Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-2806972488426631342015-10-18T10:42:00.002-04:002015-10-18T10:42:48.270-04:00Going to start again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Although it has been awhile since I've written; it has not stopped the work on genealogy. But I moved again - this time to North Carolina (from Florida) and so it has taken time to find the time with a new house, and a new job, in a new location to find time to do anything relating to genealogy.</div>
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In August, I got to drive to Fayette County, PA and visit my cousin who is currently living there. He took me on a grand tour of everything KING (related through my grandmother, who was Virginia King). During the trip we stopped at the Cramer-King Cemetery, which is actually in Somerset County. There I got to touch, and take a picture of the gravestone of Hannah Messimore (Missimer) King, the wife of Samuel King. They had 12 children, one of which is Charles Frederick King my third great grandfather.</div>
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The cemetery was out in the middle of a farm - surrounded by a fence. Some of the stones were impossible to read, others like this one, you could actually understand. The usgwarchives has a complete listing for the cemetery at: <a href="http://files.usgwarchives.net/pa/somerset/cemeteries/wpa/milford/cramer-king-bg.txt" target="_blank">http://files.usgwarchives.net/pa/somerset/cemeteries/wpa/milford/cramer-king-bg.txt</a>. </div>
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Lycurgus (Curt) S. Lee (1827 - 1918),
an early settler of Cass County, was born in Montgomery County, <span style="line-height: 200%;">Maryland.</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">He was a farmer near Bluff Springs.</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">His parents were Caleb and Matilda (Higgins)
Lee.</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">Caleb sold his share of the family
plantation in Maryland and, with his wife and children, came to Illinois in
1831.</span><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 200%;">Caleb bought land one mile south
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Lycurgus was raised on his father’s farm. He attended what was known as the corner
schoolhouse and worked on the farm. He
later served as school director and road commissioner. Lycurgus had several brothers and
sisters: John; William; Thomas (moved to
Nebraska); Margaret (married Franklin Hammer of Beardstown); Amanda (married
Ossian Ross and they moved to Missouri); Martin (moved to Atchison County, MO,
where he was county clerk), and Charles.
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In 1854, Lycurgus married Luvina Ream.
She was born in Morgan County, IL, the daughter of John and Catherine (Purvine)
Ream. The Reams came from Pennsylvania,
and originally from Germany. Catherine (Purvine)
was born in Miami County, OH. Lycurgus
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Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-81995100013043617342013-03-02T10:45:00.002-05:002013-03-02T10:45:40.253-05:00Teaching Genealogy Again<br />
The past year has seen me accept a new position and make a move to a new university setting - Stetson University in DeLand, Florida. One of the things I knew I would miss from Widener University (Chester, PA) was my work with their Osher LifeLong Learning Institute in Exton, PA. There I had the wonderful privilege of teaching beginning genealogy to a group of individuals who were learning for the "love of learning!" Each week they asked questions and tested me, but together we were able to create new family history's for them, and work to find their missing relatives. This work kept me connected with my heritage of family genealogy - and resulted in my work on this blog.<br />
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I love that we can now easily share - on a blog - all about the family. Pictures and stories that can be easily accessible to the rest of the family. Although publishing can be done much easier today than before, blogging seems to work for me. I can write in short spurts - and immediately publish what I've discovered.<br />
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So what genealogy finds have occurred since I've been in Florida? The largest has been an ancestral chart drawing produced by my grandmother and her sister (Fern Daisy Fox Yoder and Margaret Fox Glass) in 1923 of their memories of their family history. A photo won't do it justice - so you will just have to believe by description. It is in the shape of a circle - hand drawn - with 5 generations of names (that they knew of) on the wheel. What is fascinating is that the wheel, whenever possible focuses on the women in genealogy - not the men! I can't help but wonder if this was their message that they believed in the Equal Rights Amendment, giving rights to women, proposed in 1923! Fern, would have been 26, married for 4 years, with a 2 year old daughter in 1923. So I went hunting for a picture of her, and found this one. This had to be taken when mom was just about 1 year old in 1921.<br />
<br />Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-28345802828820022202012-04-16T08:45:00.003-04:002012-04-16T08:55:46.972-04:00Thinking of Dad today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHjqu_UjYQ5bwq15xT8uUi_3IkfGMIhHoRwsOQ-kxLvHhknftPZ_Ny2qpOFLY6YLLWQSgKBejCda4I3W_Va9MfoV3CnVf9GOUQsoP8nt1s1W70KQTtuKtvZsuNp6QFuPMyPbXun9OEBMj/s1600/photo+of+dad+at+his+birthday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHjqu_UjYQ5bwq15xT8uUi_3IkfGMIhHoRwsOQ-kxLvHhknftPZ_Ny2qpOFLY6YLLWQSgKBejCda4I3W_Va9MfoV3CnVf9GOUQsoP8nt1s1W70KQTtuKtvZsuNp6QFuPMyPbXun9OEBMj/s320/photo+of+dad+at+his+birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731979870982309602" /></a>Thinking of my Dad today. It would have been his 93 birthday - here we are celebrating his 90th birthday, just 3 years ago. And it does seem like yesterday.<div><br /></div><div>He taught me so much, things I'm just now getting to understand. His legacy becomes the care he afforded to everyone. The smile, the kind words, the caring hand-written notes. These are things that in the technology world today, still mean so much. His memory will live on in so many ways. In the words of the following poem, by Michael Josephson - he lived a life that matters. I know he is in the thoughts of many today.</div><div><br /></div><div>How will the value of your days be measured?</div><div>What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;</div><div>Not what you got, but what you gave.</div><div>What will matter is not your success, but your significance.</div><div>What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.</div><div>What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your example.</div><div>What will matter is not your competence, but your character.</div><div>What will matter is not how many people you know, but how many people will feel a lasting loss when your're gone.</div><div>What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.</div><div>What will matter is not how long you will be remembered, but when, and for what.</div><div>Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.</div><div>It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.</div><div>Choose to live a life that matters.</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-6317665383695013842012-01-09T08:39:00.002-05:002012-01-09T08:46:05.196-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLF24Ihnx-UKaWhald1z8BnruY5obSEx3hEuFhambj2PiAlx9f2-kDdmC5ExcuIYPVB-EEJGuy2H6vKXNOyiQ-bdbhi21ns32bh8LnW_cRqplcrcy3KIe9H3heUvXhz_ot2mde92OVdEl/s1600/Hal+Coleman+%25231.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLF24Ihnx-UKaWhald1z8BnruY5obSEx3hEuFhambj2PiAlx9f2-kDdmC5ExcuIYPVB-EEJGuy2H6vKXNOyiQ-bdbhi21ns32bh8LnW_cRqplcrcy3KIe9H3heUvXhz_ot2mde92OVdEl/s320/Hal+Coleman+%25231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695627393312764514" /></a><br />H.A. Coleman is the great-grandfather of my husband. We are privileged to have not just this picture, but two trophy's of his that he won playing billiards on the amateur level in the early 1900's. Here is a piece from the New York Herald, on Saturday, February 4th, 1905, after he won the Class B Tourney.<br /><p class="MsoPlainText"><b><span >H.A. Coleman wins Class B Tourney</span></b></p><p class="MsoPlainText"><b><span >Defeats Albert Lewenberg by 300 to 268 in Final Amateur Match at Daly's Academy.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">H.A. Coleman defeated Albert Lewenberg in the class B amateur 14.2 balk line billiard tournament, at Maurice Daly's Academy, last night, by a score of 300 to 368. By his victory Mr. Coleman becomes champion of his class, as he has not been beaten since the tournament began.</p>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-71811329433955502032012-01-06T08:01:00.003-05:002012-01-06T08:19:48.513-05:00Story of Jacob Roller<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwH9EIXgTsqyA_Ly78vUVqGEV3ATbldo1LSr_B7Y94_9En7-L2dqL6EIEBZ6RbYLHSa1wiJtorRWk0XvztHCkrsY5hxfNng_tx6qi6w6RvmxpC9uxFV-CMZYaOwj0BbWfI5ayisQTQCTG/s1600/native+american+headdress.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwH9EIXgTsqyA_Ly78vUVqGEV3ATbldo1LSr_B7Y94_9En7-L2dqL6EIEBZ6RbYLHSa1wiJtorRWk0XvztHCkrsY5hxfNng_tx6qi6w6RvmxpC9uxFV-CMZYaOwj0BbWfI5ayisQTQCTG/s320/native+american+headdress.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694507963506480178" /></a><br />Found this story about Jacob Roller Jr. the son of Jacob Roller, Sr., who lived in Juniata County, PA after migrating from Germany. He is related in the following way:<div><br /></div><div>Jacob Roller, Sr had a son John Roller (the brother of Jacob Roller, Jr.); who had a daughter Sarah (married Johann Fox) who had a son Henry. Henry then had a son George who had a daughter Eva (married Walter Fox) who had a daughter Fern - my grandmother.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most importantly - enjoy the story! (from History of Juniata County, page 225, written by Israel Daniel Rupp) in 1847. A very different time and place.</div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left: 0in;background:white"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">"In 1781, Jacob Roller, Jr. and a man named Bebault (Mathias Beebout) were massacred by Indians in Sinking Valley. Few particulars’ of this massacre are known, and many contradictory stories still exist in regard to it. We give Mr. Maguire's version of it, but would at the same time state that he did not vouch for the authenticity of it, as he gathered it from the exaggerated rumors that in those days followed the recital of current events.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">Roller, it appears was an active and energetic frontier-man, bold, fearless, and daring; and the common belief was that his unerring rifle had ended the days of many a red-skin, Be that as it may, however, it is certain that the Indians knew him, and marked him out for a victim long before they succeeded in dispatching him. Several small roving bands were in the habit of coming down into the valley after the mines were abandoned; but no favorable opportunity offered for a long time to kill Roller.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">On one occasion, four of the settlers had met at Roller's house for the purpose of going on a hunt for deer. Early in the morning, when just ready to start, Roller heard the breaking of a twig near his cabin. He peered out into the deep gloom of the misty morning, and discovered three Indians crouching near an oak tree. It was very evident that the Indians had not been close enough to the house to ascertain the number within and the inmates were in a state of doubt as to the number of savages. Profound silence was observed and it was resolved to shoot from the window as soon as the light was sufficiently strong to render their aim certain. The Indians were evidently waiting for Roller to come out of his house. At length, when they thought the proper time had come, the settlers gathered at the window and thrust out their rifles as silently as possible. The quick eyes of the savages saw, even by the hazy light, that there were too many muzzles to belong to one man, and they took to the woods with all the speed they could command, leaving behind them a quantity of venison and dried corn, and a British rifle.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">On another occasion, Roller had an encounter with a single Indian in the woods, which probably stands unparalleled in the history of personal encounters between a savage and a white man. Roller left home about seven o'clock in the morning, in search of deer. He had ranged along the edge of the mountain an hour or two when he heard a rifle-shot but a short distance from him, and a minute had scarcely elapsed before a wounded doe came in the direction where he stood. To shoot it was but the work of an instant, because he supposed that one of his neighbors had wounded it; for the thought of the presence of Indians never entered his head. Yet it appears that it was an Indian who fired. The Indian mistook the crack of Roller's rifle for that of a companion left at the base of the mountain. Under this impression, the Indian, anxious to secure the doe, and Roller, intent on bleeding her, both neglected one of the first precautions of the day, - via: to reload their rifles. Roller was leaning over the doe, when he heard the crust of snow breaking in a thicket near him. He jumped to this feet, and was confronted by the Indian, - a tall, muscular fellow, who was quite as large as Roller. The savage, well aware of the fact that neither of the rifles were loaded, and probably satisfied in meeting, "a foeman worthy of this tale, " deliberately placed his gun against a tree by the side of Roller's and drawing his tomahawk, he cast a glance of savage delight at the white man before him, which seemed to imply that he would soon show him who was the better man of the two. Roller, anticipating his intentions, drew his tomahawk and stood on the defensive. The savage made a spring, when Roller jumped aside, and the Indian passed. The latter suddenly wheeled, when Roller struck him upon the elbow of the uplifted hand, and the hatchet fell. Fearing to stoop to regain it, the savage drew his knife and turned upon Roller. They clinched, and a fearful struggle ensued. Roller held his hatchet, and in this manner they struggled until they both were tripped by the carcass of the doe; still both retained their hold Roller, fortunately grasped his knife lying beside the doe, with his left hand, and thrust it into the side of the Indian. The struggle now became terrible and by one powerful effort the savage loosened himself and attempting to close again, the savage stabbed Roller in the shoulder and in the arm. Roller had dropped his hatchet in regaining his feet, and the combat was now a deadly one with knives. They cut and thrust at each other until their buckskin hunting-shirts were literally cut into ribbons and the crusted snow was dyed with their blood. At length, faint with the loss of blood, the combat ceased, by mutual consent as it were, and the Indian, loosening himself from Roller's grasp, took his rifle and disappeared. Roller stanched with frozen snow and some tow, the only dangerous wound he had and managed to reach his home. He was stabbed in four or five places, and it was some weeks before he fully recovered from his wounds. The skeleton of the savage with his rifle by his side, was found the succeeding summer on the top of Warrier Ridge.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">The time of Roller's death is not positively known. Mr. Maguire thought it was in the fall of 1781.From subsequent evidences three Indians came down from the mountain avoiding the fort of Jacob Roller, Sr. which was located at the head of Sinking Valley and passed on down through he valley to the house of Bebault whom they tomahawked and scalped.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; ">From thence they went to the hours of Jacob Roller, Jr. who was alone at the time, his family being at this father's fort. He was murdered and scalped while at work in his corn-field. His absence from the fort at night created alarm, and early next morning a party went down to his house to see if anything had befallen him. While searching for him, one of the men discovered blood on the bars, which soon led to the discovery of his body in the field."<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-14346262479486603072012-01-04T08:30:00.003-05:002012-01-04T08:41:23.931-05:00A Thank You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIBbs2qim7HJzJrzIM8pek1r6D_U4SaI1Mk5rShy88-BQahEtlx3uuO9L57MyJpsex4jwTJwutURs56pTC6tz7AWDrxlCjRLuBJHHQeCGxPQT09tI3URa6qf4TrjoO8hu8XdQfT5TfFP5/s1600/ancil+tombstone.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIBbs2qim7HJzJrzIM8pek1r6D_U4SaI1Mk5rShy88-BQahEtlx3uuO9L57MyJpsex4jwTJwutURs56pTC6tz7AWDrxlCjRLuBJHHQeCGxPQT09tI3URa6qf4TrjoO8hu8XdQfT5TfFP5/s320/ancil+tombstone.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693769127929938818" /></a><br />www.FindaGrave.com<div>This website is quickly becoming a favorite of mine, since it helps me to confirm/discover dates related to our relatives. During the fall, I posted a request for photos of the tombstones in the Richardson Cemetery located in Chariton, Missouri. I realized there were few chances I would be traveling that way (live on the East Coast) and thus thought I would give it a try. Not only did I get a picture of the stone I was looking forward, but a wonderful women posted all of the pictures from the Cemetery that she had taken previously including this one for Reverend Ancil RICHARDSON. The Richardson men seem to have a wonderful long life - Ancil living 75 years, and his father William Richardson living close to 90 years. Considering that Ancil was born in North Carolina, moved to Tennessee, was a preacher in Tazewell County, Virginia, before returning to Missouri, I would guess that this is unusual for the time period.</div><div><br /></div><div>This picture success is not a first. I've used their service several times, and I'm consistently thrilled by the results. I special "THANK YOU" to all individuals who willing take pictures at cemeteries and get them posted.</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-14539582604648447992011-12-31T13:08:00.007-05:002012-01-01T08:57:40.490-05:00A New Year's 4 pack<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ga58uOtxCJnUCQPR8Nd6wYdoXH1pkjzCWzPfQ3LRpyuBe4V6X8ywh2DBxQcuLYFhnXIwVkp9pIZB-Re5VFhtKH63AaHVdJYXLd_ot3kAdtS9wY_CqGCii0Ozn9si3G1B4aO6GZf8vFNN/s1600/New+years+%25234.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ga58uOtxCJnUCQPR8Nd6wYdoXH1pkjzCWzPfQ3LRpyuBe4V6X8ywh2DBxQcuLYFhnXIwVkp9pIZB-Re5VFhtKH63AaHVdJYXLd_ot3kAdtS9wY_CqGCii0Ozn9si3G1B4aO6GZf8vFNN/s320/New+years+%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692357295124960466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIQlK67JwGrtAki3JBp0PjDJ-ewDuEjY-iAqc9Uul-Gkmml9fg_qX2RWTFjqNTXYBy8xVek4tzKa5b25Pe6XDsGVJ2rHMgaonDU6piJPTr780Pc6DIo5OQQZ-klCqCAzoQ09ely41t36w/s1600/New+years+%25233.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYIQlK67JwGrtAki3JBp0PjDJ-ewDuEjY-iAqc9Uul-Gkmml9fg_qX2RWTFjqNTXYBy8xVek4tzKa5b25Pe6XDsGVJ2rHMgaonDU6piJPTr780Pc6DIo5OQQZ-klCqCAzoQ09ely41t36w/s320/New+years+%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692357288333619602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzgaJO7_fSlYguNHIW_2pAxAsccaaMe8lRMDaW1BAsjmo71Q2peAf3bVi7s_-8Ds7UjJp0SgUGVeZUNRiJW-Kepp2uq90ujcf1VaIY2XQ_85qQ88Hzl1P4yiLIFLHOLZole5Fr32HLPML/s1600/New+years+%25232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzgaJO7_fSlYguNHIW_2pAxAsccaaMe8lRMDaW1BAsjmo71Q2peAf3bVi7s_-8Ds7UjJp0SgUGVeZUNRiJW-Kepp2uq90ujcf1VaIY2XQ_85qQ88Hzl1P4yiLIFLHOLZole5Fr32HLPML/s320/New+years+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692357290019960034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinp4yMiNe87zk7gqUK_zgQnPvzC1YV1eoUS6rtV2Y44vDNc1nLZQuwBSdqQW3PRq9gSMe-9fwmrBRUmF-K3wPfW_AjgCxT_Xoz1YTW3ApuNOAjKEQ8GW5dKJq1JQYe2tamxo_doVIbADV5/s1600/New+years+%25231.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinp4yMiNe87zk7gqUK_zgQnPvzC1YV1eoUS6rtV2Y44vDNc1nLZQuwBSdqQW3PRq9gSMe-9fwmrBRUmF-K3wPfW_AjgCxT_Xoz1YTW3ApuNOAjKEQ8GW5dKJq1JQYe2tamxo_doVIbADV5/s320/New+years+%25231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692357155112892546" /></a><br />Among our collections, is an old postcard collection from my husband's grandmother, Clara Coleman. Here are 4 of my favorite New Year's cards from the collection. The first was written in 1922; the second was written in 1932; the third was never used and the fourth in 1927. Happy New Year to all!Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-11822890617975158772011-12-31T12:28:00.003-05:002011-12-31T13:06:13.950-05:00Reflections on my Mom, the genealogist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HGPCjZIaFv0LrARHxX037mfPyDAuGte4cPbYqnArQ1jNZjykpCYOVGzdM_dSfspn90NBKA_4yOYEZZ4bfn0dnbs4dAhYlH0RWYYdPxyXeg15usd9fJdbNkkvsxth-ulQuuHQf2ivr0FO/s1600/family+christmas+picture+1958.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HGPCjZIaFv0LrARHxX037mfPyDAuGte4cPbYqnArQ1jNZjykpCYOVGzdM_dSfspn90NBKA_4yOYEZZ4bfn0dnbs4dAhYlH0RWYYdPxyXeg15usd9fJdbNkkvsxth-ulQuuHQf2ivr0FO/s320/family+christmas+picture+1958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692353162934389858" /></a><br />Yesterday, December 30th, 2011, was the 5th anniversary of my mother's passing, after a valiant fight with Alzheimer's for one year. I spent yesterday, reflecting that she is the reason I'm so involved with genealogy. She was not just my mother, but my mentor in terms of the importance of leaving a legacy of family history. The picture above was taken of our family in either 1958 or 1959 at our home in Maple Heights, Ohio. It was part of the 40 boxes of pictures and genealogy paperwork that she left in my care.<div><br /></div><div>It was with my mother and father that I first visited relatives in Fayette County, PA; and went hunting for tombstones in the cemeteries. It was through her that I learned about the confusion of the FOX family, and watched while she researched and produced articles and pamphlets relating to Ohio genealogy. She did all of her work with letters! In fact I have over 500 copies of letters she wrote (she used old fashioned blue copy paper) and also all of the replies. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I first brought my husband-to-be home to meet my parents, all my mom really cared about was his lineage. And was shocked but then thrilled to find she would have another family to unravel. My mother, however, just did not do the work - she insisted that I do it with her support.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, my passion has become genealogy, and continuing to unravel the family history. I often wonder what she would have said about her research, if she had been given the opportunity to blog. She traveled to the National Archives in DC, was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, and visited the Family History Library in Salt Lake City on several occasions. But she never used Ancestry, and had only just begun to put her work into the computer. I wonder whether she would have told stories or written about her research. I simply know that the time we spent searching, rolling the microfilm forward, was precious time and one of memories. </div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-57685893194850652302011-12-25T09:57:00.004-05:002011-12-25T10:03:12.120-05:00A Special Christmas - Story #2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2nz_bJRDCkZ2Jm0vuwfL7g6ZM2OBVb2w6ivJCdnIBipCOpvrowU0NnYTa5RyEsOT2rx2_dwuWnRqYIJcCnPrS18e5gf7NGclTbu-6YeCqSV5qV3945HaEz6s-VZZyESbKqpr6i6tIme7/s1600/Zachary+and+Bethany.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2nz_bJRDCkZ2Jm0vuwfL7g6ZM2OBVb2w6ivJCdnIBipCOpvrowU0NnYTa5RyEsOT2rx2_dwuWnRqYIJcCnPrS18e5gf7NGclTbu-6YeCqSV5qV3945HaEz6s-VZZyESbKqpr6i6tIme7/s320/Zachary+and+Bethany.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690080897107734098" /></a><br />Our youngest son, Zachary James Richardson, surprised Bethany Wright (with the help of her parents) on December 23, 2011 in Hickory, N.C. The purpose - asking for her hand in marriage. Here is their wonderful picture.<div><br /></div><div>What makes this so very special, is that during my genealogy research, we have discovered that Zachary and Bethany are eighth cousins, once removed! How proud my mother would be of this union.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bethany is related to Conrad Yoder, who traveled to Hickory as an apprentice and lived there his entire life. Zachary is related to his brother, Nicolaus Yoder, how stayed in Berks County, PA - but his relatives eventually moved to Ohio, where my mother, Dorothy Mae Yoder was born.</div><div><br /></div><div>Congratulations - and Bethany - we welcome you to our family!</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-37172260159451741542011-12-25T09:49:00.003-05:002011-12-25T09:56:49.334-05:00A Special Christmas - Story #1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGUrogZN675ddB5lamJN5gihUnaDqz5YP6lkMvZ-BsZ8pBrBq9oNRpMSPGquFWBX46lY_VW_d3VFqNtwsJJ_0aKYzsiQPXaK1cjWCt72-Gdjk1Ecve4dkE6i1ltYS_2GWyK8U-jVlhLAa/s1600/matt+and+dom.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGUrogZN675ddB5lamJN5gihUnaDqz5YP6lkMvZ-BsZ8pBrBq9oNRpMSPGquFWBX46lY_VW_d3VFqNtwsJJ_0aKYzsiQPXaK1cjWCt72-Gdjk1Ecve4dkE6i1ltYS_2GWyK8U-jVlhLAa/s320/matt+and+dom.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690079513833771010" /></a><br />My genealogy line has grown - here is story #1.<div><br /></div><div>On December 23, 2011 Dominique Fufidio and Matthew Scott Richardson married at the Sandals Grand Rivera Resort in Jamaica! They eloped - however, everyone knew about it a head of time - they simply wanted a simple wedding!! However, they had beautiful engagement pictures - and of course the wedding pictures will be coming along later. </div><div><br /></div><div>Be sure to visit the site of their engagement pictures at: </div><div><a href="http://kateblankphoto.com/engagement-matt-dominique/">http://kateblankphoto.com/engagement-matt-dominique/</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>Matt finished his masters in engineering last week; and Dominique graduates from dental school in Buffalo.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We welcome her to our family tree!!!</div><div><br /></div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-78755646541237519202011-12-07T09:01:00.002-05:002011-12-07T09:27:06.777-05:00A picture that takes life!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR6uYYOUc4Y5HsdOg1RRP6OwEFgXn2674VRRgq_ucq5ARgYEc6ysKcxo2i9r9xj8dg2VPdThRgqMixuwedhRtHM4c59QMUTpamgvP0Yk89815ZuOHI-_jJ6clN041PogTKAaYaaNvLKIN/s1600/John+King+and+Zella+Bates.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR6uYYOUc4Y5HsdOg1RRP6OwEFgXn2674VRRgq_ucq5ARgYEc6ysKcxo2i9r9xj8dg2VPdThRgqMixuwedhRtHM4c59QMUTpamgvP0Yk89815ZuOHI-_jJ6clN041PogTKAaYaaNvLKIN/s320/John+King+and+Zella+Bates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683385561613378418" /></a><br />Have you ever found a picture and you have little knowledge about those portrayed? This has happened often to me, as I've gone through boxes and boxes of pictures left by my mother of pictures of relatives. The one displayed here had on the back "Aunt Zella and Uncle John King" missionaries to Africa.<div><br /></div><div>It took me a while to place them in the family tree. John King is the son of Martin King, the brother to Charles Frederick King, who was the great-grandfather to my grandmother Virginia King. The rule in the family was that if we didn't know the "correct terminology" for relationships - we just called people Aunts and Uncles! I believe that they would have been first cousins, twice removed.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The "aha" moment came when on my Ancestry.com tree I received this comment:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div>"I'm the site manager for Hanby House Museum in Westerville, OH. Zella Bates King's wedding dress is on display in the museum. Her husband wasthe president of the Hanby Memorial Association formed in 1934 for the purpose of saving Hanby House. (see www. hanbyhouse.org). Mrs. King died of a heart attack in her home on October 18, 1954. There is a great story of the Kings returning from their mission trip to Africa and missing the sailing of their ship...the Titanic! There is a dormitory on the Otterbein University campus named for the Kings."</div><div><br /></div><div>So now there is even more curiosity about this couple. And more work will come to discover their full story and their legacy for the family.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-44405014553178242342011-12-05T08:38:00.005-05:002011-12-05T08:52:28.429-05:00Monday Memories - December 5, 1941<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcufHlg98ZZwy6cRhsiWtXJrdQHQ-BlpRsSlr5QjLpe5rH45Z8muYSg7Q0FabNBh-vDFS04A8uye-tSy3kORe5mMMw-Bfj-YV7MpGQEZXfYnQUIyWr5CHEDpJHageKa3oEkdR-7i6lf_B/s1600/announcement+of+wedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPcufHlg98ZZwy6cRhsiWtXJrdQHQ-BlpRsSlr5QjLpe5rH45Z8muYSg7Q0FabNBh-vDFS04A8uye-tSy3kORe5mMMw-Bfj-YV7MpGQEZXfYnQUIyWr5CHEDpJHageKa3oEkdR-7i6lf_B/s320/announcement+of+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682639584892291842" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqG6I-HQCoKJet2gMds8eNlEQOIH6k8MFk76ayIPEsXXDE1wpHEYOtnQGZdkR2E-ZecWKzckpIHBqBLNVrhCvdTCZ44Hg7_EcoE9Cnbpf1Bdjd8BlD6R2DwL4DBnXlxTF478cctkw7vZX/s1600/picture+of+wedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqG6I-HQCoKJet2gMds8eNlEQOIH6k8MFk76ayIPEsXXDE1wpHEYOtnQGZdkR2E-ZecWKzckpIHBqBLNVrhCvdTCZ44Hg7_EcoE9Cnbpf1Bdjd8BlD6R2DwL4DBnXlxTF478cctkw7vZX/s320/picture+of+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682638546907482130" /></a><br />My parents, Maurice Fred COFFMAN and Dorothy Mae YODER were married on December 5, 1941 at St. Paul's Church, part of Rock Creek Parish in Washington, D.C. by Pastor Bohanan. The picture above was taken on their wedding day and today marks their 70th wedding anniversary. They both were alive at the time of their 65th anniversary in 2006.<div><br /></div><div>Dad was in the Navy, stationed in DC. On the morning of December 7, 1941, immediately after the hit at Pearl Harbor, the local MP's arrived at their hotel room, and whisked my dad away as a result of the strike on the United States. Thus, their honeymoon was cut short. The wedding was very small, with just their parents in attendance. Afterwards the announcement shown above was sent out by my mom's parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dad and Mom always celebrated their wedding day, through cards and flowers. Within the 5 years before Mom's death in 2006, they returned to St. Paul's Church to visit the site of their wedding. They both admitted that although much "older" the church had not changed. </div><div><br /></div><div>They taught us all the importance of wedding vows, and as my middle son, Matthew Scott Richardson marries Dominique Fufidio on December 23rd, 2011, I sincerely hope for them the same long life together! Congratulations!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-38326627781258301952011-11-30T07:48:00.003-05:002011-11-30T07:57:20.722-05:00A Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84fp3GeiPKSeIMvvzowgEMHJnxBn4JTtq6mGeslG1rVPnbMPmCrSRwMW_yBQSvRIaDxYdrGqcgZ_eblzYDCJ20KxrUWuqlP7Bfi6h0-GvjXaxOf0l2BkK_FoB9gJYJKydgQNAIixNxj5I/s1600/david+coffman+and+mary+white+family.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84fp3GeiPKSeIMvvzowgEMHJnxBn4JTtq6mGeslG1rVPnbMPmCrSRwMW_yBQSvRIaDxYdrGqcgZ_eblzYDCJ20KxrUWuqlP7Bfi6h0-GvjXaxOf0l2BkK_FoB9gJYJKydgQNAIixNxj5I/s320/david+coffman+and+mary+white+family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680770573007109330" /></a><br /><div>I've decided to change the picture up on my blog - but wanted to give this picture a place in history. This is a picture of David and Mary (WHITE) COFFMAN and their family, taken in Fayette County, PA. We know the picture was taken before 1891, since that is the death date of James WHITE, Mary's father, who is sitting in the center of the picture along with his wife, Susanna MILLER. My direct relative is James Wadsworth COFFMAN, a son of David and Mary, who is standing to the far right, with his wife, Mary Elizabeth SHEETS in front of him.</div><div>Based on other children in the picture, we believe that the picture was taken in 1865 or 1866. The original is in my possession.</div><div><br /></div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-32504344694399656772011-11-26T13:05:00.004-05:002011-11-26T13:18:02.250-05:00Thanksgiving Remembered<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKm-0nWPeHka4hUDJ4CCJcuxpfZijcwEYZIHdJvwF1_vHxteZpoTtGv8QBeaNhW9hR6Inv2cY2JiPCi2AK6inTyJWI2Tj4g5b_GzpAZV_ixJvZRdWMtdNTz0ZHzPKOzQO3stGdkM43ZAr/s1600/Coffman+Family+Pictures+039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKm-0nWPeHka4hUDJ4CCJcuxpfZijcwEYZIHdJvwF1_vHxteZpoTtGv8QBeaNhW9hR6Inv2cY2JiPCi2AK6inTyJWI2Tj4g5b_GzpAZV_ixJvZRdWMtdNTz0ZHzPKOzQO3stGdkM43ZAr/s320/Coffman+Family+Pictures+039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370012000135090" /></a><br />I've been traveling the past two weeks, and thus away from the computer, and my blog. I realized while I was away, that I was not getting a chance to reminisce about Thanksgiving and our family traditions and so I apologize for my late posting and thoughts.<div><br /></div><div>Thanksgiving, as a child, was a day spent at the family farm in Ohio, my grandfather Coffman's farm. The picture is of my grandfather Maurice Coffman, and my uncle, James Coffman at the farm in Ohio. The family - extended - uncles, aunts, cousins (close and those "removed"), grandparents and friends got together and feasted for the day. I seem to only remember the pies - typically the count was one for each of us - although I don't recall being allowed to eat a whole one! My dad, and his father were the 'turkey men" and there was also ham along with all of the traditional fixings. After my grandparents passed, the Thanksgiving day was one of family = just those that could make it to either my parents home or my house. Every so often, we would all travel to Texas and spend time with our cousins and their extended families.</div><div><br /></div><div>As my boys aged, Thanksgiving continued at my home - but dad would always do the turkey. It wasn't until his late 80's, that he allowed me to take over the turkey duty - but always under his watchful eye. This year with his passing, it just seemed right to take the year off - and spend it differently - but remembering throughout the day the special day of Thanksgiving and its meaning to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I leave you with my memories - but most importantly the indelible sense that Thanksgiving is about family. Communicating with those you love - and when possible being with those that know you the best. Giving thanks to all you have and to your health. Being thankful for your life, and remembering that we were all put here on earth to doing something more, than just take up space. Maybe Thanksgiving should be the start of new goals, and new promises to live life to its fullest, and rejoice in the art of living! My Thanksgiving wishes to you all.</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-50332542972851774972011-11-11T13:30:00.005-05:002011-11-11T13:44:33.088-05:00Veteran's Day and honoring their memories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRRGebw_ihomG09LkRL7KznBFQSrC3gAvjdcFbKkkIZJ6oq7ldyyd5WV7TApMXyD9rYHOA_tOCJU0nXspAA9prcLq0fIUWurv8daGO3yPPD0IFMJIzEub2p8mpglvn5b3QORkFQs4VFnl/s1600/dad+and+mom.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRRGebw_ihomG09LkRL7KznBFQSrC3gAvjdcFbKkkIZJ6oq7ldyyd5WV7TApMXyD9rYHOA_tOCJU0nXspAA9prcLq0fIUWurv8daGO3yPPD0IFMJIzEub2p8mpglvn5b3QORkFQs4VFnl/s320/dad+and+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673808252643535490" border="0" /></a><br />Today, 11/11/11, is Veteran's Day. This is a picture of my father, Maurice Fred Coffman and my mother, Dorothy Yoder Coffman shortly after their marriage on December 5, 1941. Yes, they were married two days before Pearl Harbor, and were on their honeymoon in DC, where dad was stationed.<br /><br />Dad, was proud of his Naval heritage and service. In addition, we must also honor, his father, Maurice Coffman (see the Coffman page); my father's brother, James Coffman; my mother's father, Earl Yoder (see the Yoder page) and many more relatives who have served this United States. <br /><br />In my grandfather Coffman's U.S.N. scrap book, in my possession there are pages of quotes and poems that were meaningful to my grandfather. There is no question that this one struck a special note for me:<br /><br />"Somebody Waiting for Me"<br />"Somebody's waiting for me;<br />Some one who loves me, I know,<br />Somebody's wondering where I can be,<br />And what can be keeping me so!<br />Somebody's heart is sad<br />Waiting so anxiously'<br />There's a light shining bright<br />From a window-to-night,<br />For there's somebody waiting for me."<br /><br />"You have a sweetheart, somewhere,"<br />One among them softly said.<br />"Is she handsome, Jack? pray introduce us, do!"<br />"If you'll come with me," he answered,<br />"I will show her to you, boys.<br />It's the only sweetheart that I ever knew."<br />Then he led them to a cottage,<br />Pointed through a window-pane,<br />Where a gray-haired woman sat with her head down,<br />"She's my mother, she's my sweetheart<br />She's the one I meant to-night,<br />So you see I told the truth boys, when I said:<br /><br />Somebody's waiting for me;<br />Some one who loves me, I know,<br />Somebody's wondering where I can be,<br />And what can be keeping me so!<br />Somebody's heart is sad<br />Waiting so anxiously'<br />There's a light shining bright<br />From a window-to-night,<br />For there's somebody waiting for me."<br /><br />Bless all those who have served, and know that there is someone waiting for you!Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-23765095359456033242011-11-06T05:04:00.004-05:002011-11-06T05:15:23.542-05:00Attendance at Pennsylvania Family History DayYesterday, I got to attend the Pennsylvania Family History Day, sponsored by the Genealogical Society of Pennsylvania and Ancestry.com. What a great event. Vendors and Speakers offered an amazing amount of information, all in one area at the Wyndham in Exton, PA.<div><br /></div><div>Curt Witcher, from Allen County Public Library in Fort Wayne Indiana, was worth the price of admission. His focus was on the changing face of genealogy and talked about the thing important to me - telling the stories. He even went so far to say that the activity we are all involved in now is going to end up being called family history since it opens the doors more for everyone's involvement. I left the keynote, realizing that I have much work to do to ensure that our family history is preserved properly for the generations to come.</div><div><br /></div><div>At lunch, <a href="http://blog.dearmyrtle.com/">DearMRYTLE</a>, shared her story "Let Them Eat Jam." Her impassioned sharing of her family story based on memories, was inspiring to many, and made us all realize that each one of us, and our family handles family memories differently: photography, cooking, talking, writing; to name a few. All of these work - what becomes important are the memories and the traditions.</div><div><br /></div><div>I received additional clues on research from Lou Szucs from Ancestry.com and John T. Humphrey on Pennsylvania Land Records. What was exciting is that Kim McGowan who teaches a class in genealogy with me at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at Widener University was present, as were a table full of our students! Learning was a happening activity yesterday!</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-66870623318057000202011-11-02T21:02:00.004-04:002011-11-02T21:16:44.466-04:00Using Government Land RecordsThe Bureau of Land Management has done a wonderful job indexing the land records, and providing over 5 million images from 1820 to present day. The site is located at <a href="http://www.glorecords.blm.gov/">http://www.glorecords.blm.gov/</a>.<br /><br />The site states the following about the land patent records.<br /><b>"Federal Land Patents</b> offer researchers a source of information on the initial transfer of land titles from the Federal government to individuals. In addition to verifying title transfer, this information will allow the researcher to associate an individual (Patentee, Assignee, Warrantee, Widow, or Heir) with a specific location (Legal Land Description) and time (Issue Date). We have a variety of Land Patents on our site, including Cash Entry, Homestead and Military Warrant patents."<br /><br />Just recently I used this site to look up information on the FOX family and their movement to Ohio in the early 1800's; work that had been done by my mother through letters and trips to the county court house. Here, I was able to look up the land patent in 1820 of a cash sale to Henry FOX; Philip AIRHART; Andrew MILBOURN; Samuel CRAIG; James CRAIG; and Joseph RHODES; and George JAMES. What is amazing is that of the seven individuals listed - five are direct relatives of the FOX family. However, it does open up the question about who was Philip AIRHART AND George JAMES. Which is why genealogy research never ends.Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-31064554777887581822011-10-16T11:50:00.004-04:002011-10-16T12:32:49.460-04:00Uncovering the history of the searchI really never know what I'm going to find when I look into the files in the filing cabinets of genealogy research left to me by my father and mother. It never fails to amaze me, in today's technology age, how much my parents achieved through letters! At the same time, it often brings frustration - first in understanding my mother's filing system - but also in finding that as her Alzheimer's took hold, she often misfiled pieces of paper and files. However, I can never be too thankful for the time she took to leave me the legacy of our family.<div><br /></div><div>Today, I was working on writing the next post on the YODER family (Howard Harrison YODER who married Luella Drucilla SLACK); and came upon the notes from my mother about the Slack research. They began in 1959 with a copy of the family history of the Slacks given to her by her Aunt Leah (YODER) DAY. The information had been originally distributed at a Slack reunion in July 1926. Supposedly there is a copy of this in the file - but not something I can find. She continues searching through census, marriage records, historical records and DAR records, each providing another piece of the puzzle. In 1967, her father (Earl YODER) suggested that she write to Mildred (MASTERS) COLDIRON about the family - although no response at that time. Mildred did write my mother in 1977, asking for Slack information. How different that was then today - when a simple search of her name on Ancestry.com to figure out the relation - a true cousin of my grandfather Earl. </div><div><br /></div><div>In addition, my mother corresponded with Harold CROWL who descended from a sister of Luella Drucilla SLACK who was known as "Della." What is most fun - is that his son and I have been corresponding and sharing pictures through Ancestry for over 2 years about our respective families! What writing is causing, is the effort to go through each file, look at the collection of documents achieved by my mother, and realize she did this as a labor of love and respect for our past.</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-89903767836618069152011-10-14T13:32:00.003-04:002011-10-14T13:36:12.543-04:00More Pages - More PeopleI've now completed pages for Richardson and Coleman - my husband's grandparents on his father's side; and Robertson and Braun - my husband's grandparents on his mother's side. His mom, at 92 is still living in Miles City, MT. Unfortunately dementia is ever-present, and so we can learn little at this point about her early years. The good news, is that she wrote a book for each of our children about her family (called Grandmom remembers) and we will be able to also share her stories.<div><br /></div><div>Now my goal will be to work each of the families back - not just about who their parents are, but the stories that are part of our family legacy. </div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324890630506773857.post-37147583291963327772011-10-12T18:41:00.005-04:002011-10-13T08:54:36.426-04:00Pages on my GrandparentsPlease be sure to visit the pages that I've included in my blog. Coffman, King, Yoder and Fox are the pages I have started introducing you to my grandparents. Virginia (King) and Maurice Coffman were the parents to my father Maurice Fred Coffman. Fern (Fox) and Earl Yoder were my mother's parents.<div><br /></div><div>Both my parents worked hard to research their family lines. My mother started the research because her grandparents, on her mothers side both had the name of Fox. She was curious about their relationship. This is something I will detail in upcoming posts. My father found a similar situation in his King line, with two King's marrying each other 4 generations back.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was these discoveries that resulted in all of their genealogy work, and a wonderful legacy of stories and pictures.</div>Emily Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201579229868093504noreply@blogger.com0