tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991242246722140052024-03-13T22:50:18.148-07:00The BruceThe Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-57750692313533370332010-12-26T10:12:00.002-07:002011-01-08T09:58:22.541-07:00GUEST BLOGGER<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yes, that's what I said. Today, two days before Christmas, I have a GUEST BLOGGER. Every Christmas season one of my grand children, in this case a grand son, comes to visit. He is a "City Boy" and living in LA at the age of seven (then not now), does not have the freedom I had when I was growing up. Since we live in a gated community and have a somewhat sane group of seniors, we have quite a bit of freedom for him.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In anticipation of this years visit he wrote this story of a previous visit for his English Class at his school. (It hasn't been corrected yet!) Without further ado I present My Guest Blogger. (He is now 12 years old.)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">FREEDOM - 2005</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">BY STEWART E. SMITH</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chapter 1 - Into the Resort</span></span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Every December, my parents and I take an eight hour drive to Phoenix, Arizona to meet with up our relatives. We go to my Aunt Patty and Uncle Chris’ House, and spend Christmas time there. Mainly, it’s my Mom’s side of the family, but it makes up for both sides! There’s Uncle Dan, Uncle Rob, Uncle Pat, Uncle John, Uncle Chris, Aunt Patty, Aunt Amy, Aunt Buffy, Grandma Mary Kay, Grandpa Bruce, and cousins Kenny, Kellen, Caidan, Paul, Patrick, Ian, Meghan Stewart, and Maegan Rennie! To name a few!</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, we’ll rock around the Christmas tree for a few days, and then everyone will start to go home. Not us, though, as we have one last stop. We go with our Grandma and Grandpa down to their home in Happy Trails Resort. Happy Trails is a nice place. It basically is a large group of block clusters connected by a primary road of the same name.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This story follows my adventure, the first time I went there. I was seven years old, in the back seat of our car, with my nose buried in my Game Boy. I was playing Pokémon Crystal, an old game. Mom and Dad were talking parent gibberish about the economy and such.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“We’re here,” Dad said. We pulled into the driveway as he whistled softly, then proclaimed, “The eagle has landed,” as he always did.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Come on, Stewart, get out,” Mom said, holding open the door.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Hang on a second, Mom, I’m almost finished…”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Get out, sweetie.”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Look, I’m just defeating this monster! Look at his HP here, I just need to launch an Ember attack and use a Pokeball on it!” Funny, how I was talking gibberish. She snatched away my Game Boy. “Aw, come on! I was just about to save,” I complained.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We walked up to the door and knocked. My grandparents greeted us, and we entered. I explored the house for a bit, but soon got bored. It was a small house, connected to a small mobile home. “What am I supposed to do?” I moaned.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My family eventually got sick of me. “JUST GO OUTSIDE,” Grandpa shouted. Grandpa has a temper.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Where do ... where do I go in this small house?” I asked. Grandpa looked at me in disbelief.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Who said you’re confined to your house at this age?” he said.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was surprised as well! I had always been held back from roaming alone. Then again, I was a big city kid. So, naturally, I became excited at this opportunity. I ran for my parents, who prepared a rules briefing.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Alright, Stew, if you want to roam, you’ll have to follow the rules!” My mother started. “Number 1: Don’t talk to strangers. Number 2: Look both ways. Number 3…” I dozed off a bit there. “…Number 42, The MOST important rule: Do NOT pass Happy Trails Ave.!” Well, I understood. Doing so would mean I could leave our block cluster.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Here is a map and my cell phone. Well, I think we’re done here,” my mom wrapped up, and off I went into the resort!</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chapter 2 – Freedom… But Where?</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was alone in the world. This felt great! No dependencies, no rules… I was finally free! I had brought along my scooter as well. The only thing about using a small scooter on a minor road in a minor resort</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"> that probably doesn’t get much maintenance is the bumps!!! Honestly, I probably wear glasses now because I got used to the motion blur! There were also these odd sprinkler-head things in the road every now and then, so I kept falling over. Who puts a sprinkler head in the middle of an asphalt road?</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I decided to circle my block cluster a few times. I looked around. Happy Trails was a nice place. Very sunny and beautiful. The houses were arranged in neat rows, and you just felt wonderful in that nice</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"> community. Also, I think I saw a blue mailbox once! I eventually reached a strange area. It was a Y-Shaped intersection. There weren’t any Y-Shaped intersections in our cluster. I examined the map. I couldn’t find the street I was on.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, I was now officially lost. I was in a random place somewhere. It could be anywhere. I tried retracing my steps, but I couldn’t figure out which way I came from. So I wandered through the resort, trying to think. Then I remembered that my parents had planned for this… Bless their souls! I pulled out Mom’s phone. I quickly flipped it open. I hit a few buttons. Nothing happened. So apparently, Mom forgot to charge it. Way to go for the emergency plan, huh, Mom? I sat down on the curb. I lay back. I had to face it, I was lost. I was as lost as Dick Cheney at a rap concert. I was as lost as Steve Jobs at an Adobe Flash Convention. I was, as I’ve stated, VERY lost.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I decided to ask for help from someone. As I walked up to the patio, I saw a sign along the lines of: MR. AND MRS. KNOKSON 298 WINSLOW DRIVE, HAPPY TRAILS</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wait, I was still in Happy Trails? How could this be if I couldn’t find the street? I decided to look at the map again, more closely this time. I still couldn’t find the street… Then all of a sudden I understood. I realized that I was metaphorically holding the map upside-down. I also realized I was physically holding the map upside-down.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chapter 3 - My Mistake</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I was 7 years old, I didn’t exactly understand the concept of maps. I didn’t realize that I was supposed to turn the map based on how I moved. Therefore, my confused self had completely messed up my route. I hadn’t gone around my block cluster, but I had accidentally crossed Happy Trails and wandered to the northwest of the resort. The reason I couldn’t locate my street on the map was because my focus was inside my block cluster. With my new knowledge, I quickly located my street.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By now, however, I was really tired and lazy. I just wanted to get home. I started on my way, but I was too exhausted to continue. Just then a resort police car came along. I acted as pitifully as I could, and he took me back to my Grandparent’s.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we headed off into the world, only one thing was on my 7-year old mind… I GOTTA RIDE IN A COP CAR!!!! That’s the fantasy of every little kid, isn’t it?</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Moral: Be sure to hold the map the right way around before going off adventuring!</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Georgia; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stewart ready for FREEDOM 2010<br />
Photo Courtesy Paul Smith</td></tr>
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</span></span></span></span></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-67773372669326853462010-10-29T15:00:00.000-07:002010-10-29T15:00:46.852-07:00WHAT I LIKE . . . NOT - TRAUMA, PART 2<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This part of my psychic healing process is a result of a much deeper and longer relation. I say relation, as was the first part, I admit it, I am a tree hugger! There, thats out, now on with my story. All through our conjugal life together, we (mostly me) have always planted trees on our owned home lots.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Our first home purchase was in Orland Park, Illinois on three acres, just waiting for planting to start. The front yard sloped to the street and the septic field helped make a green summer lawn. Since there was obviously a good supply of water I cut ten small branches from a weeping willow nearby and stuck them in the ground near the street. It wasn't long before there were ten little willow trees sprouted.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TMs6-K773DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9_4bsJnDLsI/s1600/HTTreeOrPk1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TMs6-K773DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9_4bsJnDLsI/s320/HTTreeOrPk1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the back yard was a beautiful large garden. Soon it was being prepped with my new rototiller from Sears. Late in the summer I got five hundred bare root pine trees from the Dept of Agriculture and planted several rows around the garden. Unfortunately we never got to enjoy our tree plantation other than when we passed nearby on our travels we would drive by the old home to view their growth. The next year (1961) Nalco Chemical Co transferred me to Anaheim, CA.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soon we were living in our next purchase on Orange Ave, Anaheim in a Grove house left as they built new tract homes around it. It had the equivalent of two lots back to back from street to street. The garage and nice yard in the back and the old house on the front. Lots of room for trees! Planted a row of Eucalyptus next to the block wall fence with adjacent houses overlooking it. Within a year they had grown to about twelve feet. Made a very good screen. Folks did not mind because they got shade in the afternoon. They did require trimming though.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Trails, Arizona, #1232 - Last house 2004<br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soon the Lady of the house began to feel loneliness for family back in Illinois. I was becoming disgusted with my job and the folks I worked with. At the end of the year (1964) we sold the house, packed all our belongings and six children in a big yellow bus and left, towing our VW Microbus behind. That exciting trip is another story. We ended parking it at my father-in-law's farmhouse yard in a snow storm. It stayed there for six months fully loaded until we moved to Rockford, Illinois in the spring. We lived (?) in the upper floor of the farmhouse. I traveled to Rockford every Monday, stayed with another employee and came back Friday evening. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was employed in a much better job, where I could put my university learning to use, at Pierce Chemical Co. A small company on the outskirts of Rockford in a country setting. Couldn't have that smell in the city! I was able to purchase another home, which again was an older house, but was blessed with a complete set of farm buildings, including a four car garage. The kicker? It was surrounded by seven acres of good farm land. Aha . . . trees! It didn't take long. Soon I had DA trees ordered and planted. All around the perimeter fence I planted alternating Arborvitae and Asian Elm. That took about 1,500 trees. Then about 500 miscellaneous Pine trees up the drive, in the goose pasture and fruit trees in the goose pasture. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Much more went on there as we lived there for nine years. The call of the wild was heard again, in 1974 we sold almost everything we had, packed a big truck and headed west without employment . . . thats another story.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The next few years did not bode well for tree planting. We purchased a house on Lodi a few blocks away from the one we had left ten years before in Anaheim, CA. No room for any landscaping. Next we upgraded to a larger home in east Anaheim on Trevor Ave. Backed up on the river bed, (not much water in it) surrounded by six foot block wall. Very nice, but mature trees that satisfied.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then came another home further east in Norco, close to Riverside. Lots of room, but no time for anything except working to pay for the upgrading to the last homes. An electrical contracting partnership adventure that lasted for a few years and then electrical service work for a few more. After family moved out w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e moved to east Riverside near the U. of California campus to a smaller home on Mt Vernon Ave. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The commuting </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">not at all satisfying </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the work was OK, but another change, I decided to go into civil service work with the Riverside County inspection department.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Mt Vernon home was a 1/2 acre adjacent to a dedicated City Park. I thought this to be my retirement home. It had 1/4 acre of completely vacant land. Trees were planted to fill that space. We had fruit trees, grape vines, eucalyptus trees and more. I even planted trees outside the chain link fence I had put up. The park was dedicated but not improved, so . . . somewhere around 83 trees were planted at that home.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I had retired and we were into the Recreational Vehicle travel mode. It soon became clear if we intended to travel we would need a secure base we could leave for an extended time. While visiting children in the Phoenix area we visited Happy Trails, liked it, bought it, moved in 1999.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So nine years later it became clear I would not be able to continue with the home care required to maintain our little home and a Recreational Vehicle. The RV was traded and we ended up with a tow trailer parked on our Happy Trails lot and a fifth wheel trailer on a lot in Juniper Ridge in the mountains of the Mogollon Rim. The two years later it became clear that change was not enough. (I was getting old[er] . . . dammit!)</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now I am getting close to the crux of the situation. We had a tree (I knew it had to be a tree!) in our front yard that kept growing (sounds like a Cottonwood.) up out and around. The real problem was it bloomed mid October for about a month. The little yellow puffs blew around like snow. Then the blooms became beans that became very long. The beans popped open and the birds came and fed on them. The only problem being the pods had a difficult time becoming unattached from the tree. For months dropping and blowing around. The long thin leaves were continually dropping and blowing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Previous years I would vacuum, (yes, you midwesterners, vacuum) the leaves and junk twice, early spring and late fall. This took care of the problem, most of the time. As the tree got larger and larger there was more of everything and, I hate to say it, less of me. As old folks around these parts say, "To make a long story short." I got into trouble with the folks here at HT who have the job of 'yard police.' We were in the mountains when I got the first letter, I responded by asking our lot caretaker to contact them and do whatever was wanted. That was not enough. Rather than drive to HT I called and asked them to hold off, that I would remove the tree when I got back in October. OK.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So there is the problem I faced. I dreaded coming back to face a worst scenario than"The Cottonwood!" Here it is: October 13th the tree trimmer came as promised at 7:55. He started at 8:00 AM. At 8:30 the cherry picker basket was set down on the truck, task done. I have another bruise on my tree heart. Two in six weeks.</span><br />
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</span></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-47061198123878640952010-10-23T11:03:00.005-07:002011-01-08T15:04:19.374-07:00WHAT I LIKE . . . NOT - TRAUMA, PART 1<div style="text-align: justify;">In early summer of 2005 we were busy improving our lot in the cool mountains. We had received a gift of five desert hardy plants that turned out to be exceedingly beautiful and lush. Humming Birds loved the blossoms of the Hyssop, unfortunately it contracted an unknown fatal disease. It has not been replaced as yet. The Lavender has smelled heavenly. The Nearly Wild Rose blooms more profusely each year. The Spiraea has become a hardy bush covered with deep blue blossoms for nearly a month in late summer.<br />
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L:Lavender. Center to Back:Tyme, Violet Skull Cap, Nearly Wild Rose,<br />
Blue Spiraea. R:Hyssop. Far Upper Right: Russian Sage.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The lady of the house had bought and planted an Asian Elm tree the year before, 2004. Now, 2005, she was looking for an Aspen, but none of the nurseries, including Home Depot and Lowes, had any stock. One day after our weekly shopping trip to town, she was digging a hole in our rock hard, unrelenting soil. I sauntered up asked, "What are you planting now?" She grinned, looked at me, then picked up a spindly tree and plopped it into the hole, splashed in water and planting soil. I looked at it and blanched. (That means turned pale with fear and foreboding.) I said in an overly loud voice, "That's a Cottonwood!" "Why, yes it is," was the response.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table>I suppose you may think this may be humorous or even a bit of a wacky exchange, but let me explain. Here at our summer abode, in the previous year, 2004, there had arisen problems with several sewer lines being plugged, one of our little lakes (ponds) got messed up with some roots plugging an aerator and several other such problems. The varmint responsible, you guessed it, "The Cottonwood." There was much ado about a <u>lot</u> and <u>everyone</u> in charge of <u>everything</u> was all bent out of shape. Thinking of how to control what ever! Home owners were at a loss as to what really was going on, although a few were even cursing the white fuzz that blew around from "The Cottonwoods." The owners of a Cottonwood were silent.<br />
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Needless to say, there was a large movement to remove the offensive monsters from the area under discussion. In all there were, I think, only four of the offenders in the park of any size. Two of which were at least forty feet high. Thereupon descended the SWAT team armed with Memos, letters and a newly hatched Guideline with two lines on the page:<br />
1. "Thou shall not plant any tree called Cottonwood within the confines of the park." And,<br />
2. "There shall not be any tree known as Cottonwood to be allowed to remain within the confines of said park in a living state at any time in the future or any other time to follow that."<br />
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</tbody></table>The Cottonwood Tree owners gritted their teeth and called Tree Removal Services. Within a week all the Cottonwood trees within the confines of the park had departed the living state. All, that is, except one very large Cottonwood on top of a hill. The removal of this last of the Cottonwoods was a sad day for some, especially it's owner and many of us. The Cottonwood is a green thing of beauty, unfortunately fast growing and unstoppable in it's expansion. Just too much for our tiny lots where we precariously park our living quarters, cars, bicycles and bits of greenery to lighten the somber crushed rock material spread over all. Being of volcanic origin, the crushed rock resembles cinders from a furnace. Actually they are cinders . . . from a big furnace.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2007</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Now back to the Cottonwood seedling. There was a lively conversation over that newly planted tree! I said, "Put is back in the pot and we can take it back for credit." "No, I have dug the hole it's planted and I want it right there." All my ranting and explanations of, "They will make us remove it!" to avail. "OK, it will come out sometime." was the best response I could elicit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2008</td></tr>
</tbody></table>One of the busybodies in the park came by and gazed at the tree for what I thought was longer than just curiosity. Sure enough, "What kind of tree is that?" came from her lips. "Ugh . . . , it belongs to the Poplar family." was my response. "I think that must be a Cottonwood!" I could not deny, nor did I try to deny. From there I got a lecture about how bad a tree it was and that the powers that be would make me remove it from my lot . . . . I think we stood there for at least ten minutes while I was lectured. Finally, my reply, "I will take care of it when the time comes." The person left. At that time I did not realize how prophetic the statement of 'when the time comes' was.<br />
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The rest of the summer went by with only a few natters on my part about the "tree having to come out." And it just grew. The SWAT team never came by, I did not receive a notice of removal. And it grew more.<br />
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</tbody></table>June of 2006 was another spectacular year in the mountains. We were really liking the quiet; Elk, Deer, Coyotes drifting by. (Too many Rabbits.) We settled in, set up our computers and proceeded to do our quietness. The Cottonwood had grown . . . as expected. The bushes were trimmed, new perennials and annuals planted. We sat and watched them all grow; thats the way retirement should proceed. Enjoyment of the space and time was our goal; we were achieving it. The Cottonwood entered into our conversaton later before we were to return south. "I think that Cottonwood should be removed before we leave this year." The response was such that leaving without it's removal was the most intelligent thing to do.<br />
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June of 2007 was nearly a repeat of 2006 as far as the Cottonwood was concerned. Except it grew even more and seemingly faster than ever before. 2008 was even more of the same and became more passe' if possible? The Cottonwood spurted growth to ever greater speeds and size. By 2009 I was in a frenzy. Arriving in June The Cottonwood was frightening. Somehow I swallowed hard and turned my back to the problem, knowing it was not the time for action yet. I cut the main trunk at about ten feet in height to keep it from getting too tall to handle. No one was either aware of my problem or maybe no one cared anymore. I never asked to find out.<br />
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</tbody></table>Now, June 2010 came and with cause for dread for me. The Cottonwood had multiplied in size beyond all my comprehension. Topping it the previous year just gave it a spurt in growth <b>out</b> instead of <b>up</b>. The trunk was now nearly five inches in diameter and expanding daily. Further, as it was a beautiful green growing tree, I had become attached. All that summer I pushed and prodded for the demise of The Cottonwood. I was beginning to hate myself. Why had I allowed this to happen? Now I had to be the Ogre and kill the monster. So along about mid-summer everything came to a head. Our confrontation was harsh, sad and final. A decision was made that before the end of our occupation for the summer The Cottonwood would die! The Lady wanted and did call our son in the Valley and asked if he would come to assist me in the terrible deed. As it turned out he could not, due to a project he was responsible for at the Hospital. (He probably did not want to hurt his mother's feelings either.)<br />
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One of our neighbors had a large trailer that would hold all the branches and trunk in one load and was willing to haul it to the garbage center just three miles away. So one day, September 12th to be exact, the trailer was parked next door and the cutting began. The first day all but the topmost branches were cut. That was enough for my psyche to handle for the day. The next morning the top branches came down and the trunk was cut at four feet so that the decorative chair would be attached to keep it from blowing over.<br />
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The deed was done. I am now writing this post to my blog to work out the feelings I had and have about the situation called "The Cottonwood." So far, I think it is working. I can now see the humor, (a little) the sadness, (a lot) and acceptance (sigh) of the happening (transaction) between all concerned.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-75437032593667729072010-10-17T16:26:00.001-07:002010-10-17T16:28:25.849-07:00WHAT I LIKE TO DO BEST - PART FOUR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> The last few weeks have been very traumatic, for me at least. So, since the trauma has to do with things that are growing, it occurred to me I should be positive before I dwell on more negative things. Most of you know I am a "tree hugger" and my favorite species being the Oak or Quercus family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> In 2005 I planted an Gambel Oak seedling and promptly in the second year an Elk or Deer bit off 18 inches (half!) of the tree. As a result there have been measures taken to protect the remainder of the tree as you will see below.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> I have put together, in Print Shop, two pages depicting the first five years of this trees life. Rather than re-writing the information on them, I include both these pages here. There will be more to report next year, providing the Elk don't get inside my cage. Or even if they do . . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">So through the wonders of the Apple computer, for your edification, they are published in this blog.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: purple;">PAGE ONE</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TLtF2qfB6aI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JfHakDBNVIs/s640/Picture-4W.jpg" width="490" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"> PAGE TWO </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TLtHu8KVPxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qVliWC1Rge8/s1600/Picture-4AW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TLtHu8KVPxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qVliWC1Rge8/s640/Picture-4AW.jpg" width="488" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: center;">Even though you might not be a genuine "tree hugger" ENJOY! I had fun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-88713359496354087142010-09-14T16:41:00.003-07:002010-10-17T16:29:30.272-07:00WHAT I LIKE TO DO BEST - PART THREE<div style="text-align: justify;">It seems to me the logical thing to do is to continue my likes to do! So here we go into another field: Flowers, Botany that is, getting more sophisticated? We move up to the mountains June 1st to get away from the huge metropolitan mash called <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Phoenix</span></b> and the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>HEAT</b></span>. An unknown benefit are the open spaces of the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Juniper Forest</span></b> and . . . <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Wild Flowers</b></span>!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI--L5d5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l_HLHeUNkXY/s1600/SunFlower_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI--L5d5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l_HLHeUNkXY/s200/SunFlower_09.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI6QQwuImBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VkEX68tEits/s1600/SunFlower_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline ! important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">The most prolific in size is the Sunflower. The 2nd year we were here was a Sunflower year (must have been enough rain). Every meadow in the forest was filled with 6 to 8 foot high plants with 4 to 5 inch blossoms. Here are several in front of the Cottage. The roof is 81/2' high. They are like trees</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span">In the photo below, through the patio, the Juniper forest can be seen. There are many open spaces (meadows) where the wild flowers are abundant. The Coyote chase Rabbit daily, but most of their diet are the berries of wild flowers and bushes, some melon like fruits and of course the many rodents other than Rabbit that live in the forest. This foraging must be sufficient, cause every time we see one, it looks very healthy.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI6RoCMeHeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5NekhwF_2SA/s1600/SunFlower_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI6RoCMeHeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5NekhwF_2SA/s200/SunFlower_07.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Common Sunflower, Kansas sunflower, mirasol, annual sunflower. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Helianthus annuus</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. Sunflower Family (Compositae) </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Height: </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">To 9'. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Flowers: </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bright yellow ray flowers, maroon disk flowers: to 5" wide. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Leaves: </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dull green, stiff hairs; lower leaves are broadly trangular to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">heart shaped; ir</span>rgularly toothed; to 12" long. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Blooms:</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> May-October. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Elevation:</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">100' to 7,000'. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Comments:</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Annual; state flower of Kansas. Frost sensitive. Flowers are heliotropic (face the sun). Seeds eaten by birds, rodents and humans. Native Americans use seeds to make purple and black dye; yellow dye is made from the flowers. Eight species of <i>Helianthus</i> in Arizona.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI-0olBZSoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yMO0_6PJBCU/s1600/Verbina_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI-0olBZSoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yMO0_6PJBCU/s200/Verbina_1.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="font: 12px Arial; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">The next most prolific wild flower is a member of the Phlox family, Verbena. By prolific what is meant, when the temperature, wind, cloud cover, rain and frost conditions are just right for individual species, only then are they in that category . . . prolific.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Arial; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Arial; margin: 0px;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI-0Ykqi1rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tA6MwI6bs0/s1600/Verbina_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI-0Ykqi1rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7tA6MwI6bs0/s200/Verbina_2.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">MEXICAN VERVAIN, <s>Sweet William</s> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">(See Comment below)</span>, </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Verbena ciliata</span></span></i></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Height:</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">To 1 1/2' with sprawling stems. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Flowers: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Lavender to purple, small: to 1/8" wide, on a broad spike. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Leaves:</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"> Dark green, lance shaped, 3-lobed, jagged toothed, to 3" long. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Blooms: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">May-Sept. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Elevation: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">1,00' to 7,500'. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Habitat: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Roadsides, disturbed ground, and dry river bottoms. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Comments:</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"> Plant is quite hairy. Nineteen species of </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Verbena </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">(ver-BEE-nah) in Arizona, many hybridize, making identification difficult. Photos taken July 2007 at Juniper Ridge RV Resort.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Arial; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"><div style="font: 12px Arial; margin: 0px;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI_9OZMLyZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yHpgWF7uT4U/s1600/SegoLily_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI_9OZMLyZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yHpgWF7uT4U/s200/SegoLily_2.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI_8_0uYzsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rvC_MbatnHE/s1600/SegoLily_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TI_8_0uYzsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rvC_MbatnHE/s200/SegoLily_1.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Next I will go on with a rare wild flower: SEGO LILY, star tulip, butterfly tulip, butterfly lily, mariposa lily. </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Calochortus nuttallii </span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Lily family (Liliaceae) </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Height: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">To 20". </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Flowers: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Tuliplike, with 3 creamy white to lavender petals; yellow petal base marked with a crescent-shped purple band; dense, slender hairs near base of petals to 2" wide, to 5 flowers per stalk. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Leaves: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Grayish green, narrow, grasslike; margins rolled upward, to 4" long. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Blooms: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">May -July. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Elevation: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">5,000' to 8,000'. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Habitat: </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Dry mesas, open pine forests, and hillsides. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;">Comments:</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"> State flower of Utah. Bulbous root once used for food by natives and Mormons. Photo taken June 2008 Juniper Ridge RV Resort.</span></span></div></span></i></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"></span></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"></span><br />
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</div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-60843305871359908412010-07-31T14:15:00.005-07:002010-08-02T11:28:56.759-07:00DOING WHAT I LIKE TO DO - PART TWONOTE: For those of you that like to solve puzzles . . . read on. For those that are bored . . . go to the end of this post and tell me why you are bored! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b><i>See bottom of this post for an addendum.</i></b></span><br />
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This research was inspired by several of the scanned photos provided by a Stewart Cousin in Hebron, Illinois. One had “Grandma Marshall” written on it, two others had “The Twins”, written on them and a third had “Janet Marshal” on it. The research process is given here as an example of the large amount of data contained in the Census Records and how to extract it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had in my Reunion database, a <i>Helen Marshall</i>, married to Charles Warren Ehle, the grandson of John A. Ehle, and son of Henry G. Ehle.<br />
John and Wm H. Stewart, my Great Grand Uncles, married sisters, Harriet and Marrietta Ehle, daughters of John A. Ehle. Charles and <i>Helen</i> had six children, one of whom was named <i>Archibald Marshall</i> Ehle. One of the reasons why I did this research.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I searched the 1860, 1870 and 1880 Hebron Census’ for <i>Marshalls</i> and others, using the Surprise Library Heritage Quest online site at home. This is a service given to each of the Library Card holders. Further research on Ancestry.com is available on the Library computers.<br />
There were no other <i>Marshall</i> families or individuals than this group in McHenry County in this time frame. The following is the <i>Marshall</i> family as I found them, birthdays calculated from census dates and ages given.</div><div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All of them born in Scotland.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Andrew Marshall b: 1808</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jane Archibald b: 1800</span></span></span><br />
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Helen</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">b: 1838</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Twin (Cemetery records and Obit: 13 Jan 1838)</span></span></li>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">John </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> b: 1839</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mary</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">b: 1843</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Archibald</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">b: 1844</span></span></li>
</ol></ol></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;">From Archibald’s age, the earliest they could have left Scotland was 1844-5. I will have to search 1850 Census for them, but they were all here in 1860. Heritage Quest does not have the 1850 Census on line. I do not know where in Scotland they came from. They may have come through Northern Ireland at the time of the Potato famine in 1845. Both the Ehles and the Stewarts had German and Irish farm laborers and domestics in the 1850’s and 1860’s. The Ehles are of German origin. Since this family were all born in Scotland the timing is not right for the Northern Ireland part. I imagine the effect of the potato famine was also felt in Scotland. The clips below are from Micro Film copies of the Census Records downloaded from the Heritage Quest web site.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The “Twins” would be Jennette “Janet” and Helen. “Grandma Marshall” would be their mother Jane. She may have died by 1880, as she was not on Saml Archibald’s 1880 Census. (See below) She would have been 80 then. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am 95% sure of my research here as being “on the money,” for this family. Here are the steps I took to build this family. First I looked at the James A. Ehle family in 1860, in Hebron, IL. There are 18 people in this one residence. Son Henry G and his family are all listed. Two of his sons were born in NY and are "farm laborers," as are two hired men from Germany. The entry of interest is Helen Marshall, 21 years of age, a domestic, born in Scotland. Charles was 19, any reason why he would not be interested in a young, beautiful woman of 21 who was making his meals and perhaps his bed? They were married two years after this census.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Actually the solution I found was to delete, eliminate, get rid of, flush away all extraneous things I thought I had to do. One of them was this blog. I like to put on line thoughtful, good looking, well formatted writing. That is, expressing what is on my mind in an organized manner. Sort of like using this as a journal?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the last month I have been working daily on completing my research on my extended family. For example for my book it was necessary to concentrate on the 'direct' Stewart line or I would still be working on it for years to come. Perhaps a look into some facets of genealogy research would help to explain the time involved in the <i>'how to'</i> and the results that can find more information on individuals and even add names to the tree!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">must</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> be kept simple or I will lose most everyone in the first paragraph, including me. The item I choose is the Federal Census. A very simple record that every ones ancestors </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">should</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> be found in, but somehow there is doubt until additional facts are added. There is much info that can be found here, but there is a strict legal limitation of which records are open for viewing. Only census records that are seventy-two years old or more are open for public viewing. So, that means no one could find me in any record until 2002, when the 1930 census was released.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span>What have I been doing for the last month? Searching the census records on line. Our library in Surprise subscribes to Ancestry Library and Heritage Quest online. The Ancestry Library can only be accessed in the library on their computers, but Heritage Quest is available from my home computer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">First, a quick history of the Federal Census. The first official census was taken in 1790. It was a simple listing of heads of household and the number of folks in the household by age brackets. This format was continued and amplified until 1850, when they started listing everyone in the household by name and age. In 1860 they listed the <i>month and year</i> <i>of birth</i> of everyone, that was the only time. Some states also took census for a time, on the fifth year instead of the tenth year. This gave information of everyone (in those states) every five years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Back to my Stewart ancestor, Robert, who came to the US from Scotland in 1786. I found him in the 1790 census. To prove it was really him, a description of the format used then, is needed. There were six columns used to list every thing about everyone in each household. This is taken from the original census, remember this was all hand written!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Col. 1: Name of Head of Families. Col. 2: Free white males of 16 years and upwards, including heads of Families. Col. 3: Free white males under 16 years. Col. 4: Free white females including heads of families. Col. 5: All other free persons. Col. 6: Slaves. Below is a copy of the top of the page found showing Robert Stewart is in the Caughnawaga Township</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> (an Indian name later changed to Johnstown)</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, Montgomery County <i>(later part split off as Fulton Co.)</i> in the the state of New York.</span></span></span></div></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #0000f0; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">How to prove this is really my Robert? In the second column is Robert himself. I go to my data base and there is no other male over the age of 16 likely in his family in 1790 since he was married in 1778. The next column lists all the boys under 16. Again from the data base, I have Alexander age 11, John Robert age 10, James age 4 (my ancestor) and Charles age 3. Column 4 poses a little problem, first of course, is Jane, Robert's wife. Then again to the data base and there are two girls born before 1790, Catherine age 10 and Christian age 2.</span></div><div style="color: #0000f0; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">By this time I am 99+% sure this is really Robert Stewart, my ancestor from Scotland. Can you see this would be hard to prove when the substantiating data, such as children's ages, is not available? Most of the time there are duplicates names in the villages and towns; for example there were four Stewart families or lines in Johnstown that arrived from Scotland within ten years of each other. Two were Robert's half brothers </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(not proven yet) </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and the fourth was from Northern Ireland. This is further complicated by inter-marriages in the family. Robert had three girls, they all married Stewarts, and John Robert married a Grace Stewart.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #0000f0; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">I was going to go on with more on census records and how much more can be found and how to do it, but this is enough if you can digest it. </span></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-50694984464601802622010-06-12T11:09:00.002-07:002010-06-14T11:14:29.903-07:00NEXT!<div style="text-align: justify;"> It took more than just a week to get settled in here at our summer home at Juniper Ridge, altitude 6240'. Daughter Amy, husband Dan and son Caidan arrived on Thursday to stay with us for four days. Dan had a Triathlon race (bicycle, run and swim) on Saturday, he did well. Amy had her Triathlon on Sunday and placed advanced in her catagory. Hurrah for her.<br />
Dan fulfilled his goal of defeating his in-laws at Bocce, teamed with Amy; and Croquet, teamed with our Croquet instructor here at JR. Amy and myself went down in defeat from a last minute thrust by Dan that put us out on the end post.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Granpa and Caidan went head to head in the first day. Mom and Dad got into it, after a bit, Caidan and I both backed out. We parted liking (loving) each other very much and both enjoyed the rest of their stay. Caidan learned about playing Croquet, Granpa learned about playing with Caidan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Here it is the ninth of June, later than I had hoped to get back to posting again. (This post probably will take a week to complete.) The forest at here is unusually green. The biting varmints are raging. I have about 5 or 6 Chigger bites on my ankles and numerous other bites on the rest of my body. Most everyone that ventures out into the forest has gotten the same. Some native, who lives here year round, said they got 90 inches of snow this last winter! That is a lot of water for the Arizona desert highland. Quite a few native flowers are blooming. MK's zero scape plants, that were a gift from Michael are doing very well. She has learned that introducing plants from a more temperate climate does not work very well. Most vegetables do not thrive, even so we still plant some squash for eating.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> As always the effort at organizing my day is very difficult. My purpose of finding what I want to do, what I need to do and what I really, really like to to do. The following are suggestions I found on the web that seem to synopsize how to do it:<br />
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<ul><li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Write down everything you enjoy spending your time on. Imagine you have a free week, with absolutely no chores, what exactly would you like to do with that day? Now imagine you have a free month, what would you like to do then? A free year?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Write down how you spend your day. Either make 7 columns, or use 7 pages. List each day, and write down in exact detail, how you utilize every hour of that day. Perhaps pay attention to your time for a week or two. Write it down. What do you do? What do you always make the time to do? What do you ignore?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Talk to your ideal self. Have a dialogue. What is your ideal self like? What does he/she know that you don't know? What experiences he/she had that you haven't had?</span></li>
<li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. With your life as it is now, where do you see yourself in 5 years time? Where would you like to be?</span></li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TBLNIu94fxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nGxpflGQNBg/s1600/DSCN0232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/TBLNIu94fxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nGxpflGQNBg/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is going to take some time, so some things in my life are now at a halt until I find out where I am and where I am going. The first item is a work in progress as is the second, which I set up a 7 column table for each day of the week, with as many rows as it takes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The rest . . . keep tuned, something might happen. In the meantime here is a new wild flower we have discovered in the forest. Very tiny and delicate. The coloring is so soft and soothing. What a wonderful creation of this volcanic desert land. Where the soil is sparse, mostly clay from the pumice of the ash and clinkers of eruptions from long ago.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Does all this sound like something an 80+ person should do? I think so, I even thought about finishing my Master's degree on line, but it is not one of the items that fulfill Number 1. above. This not interest you? I can understand that: Who cares what an old f___ is doing in his 80's? Perhaps, but I have found out a lot of very interesting information about MYSELF by browsing the web blogs. There are several I have linked to the right. You can go to them if you wish by clicking on the link.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P.S. : NOTE: I also re-designed the look of the blog. What do you think?</span></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-53262805394174253472010-05-23T16:55:00.002-07:002010-05-23T17:04:54.327-07:00TWO STEPS AHEAD, NOT ONE BACK!This denotes a slight change in this blog. As some of you have noted, there are large gaps between postings. In an effort to correct this, I am using a new approach.<br />
Several months ago I started Journaling {again}. This time the reasoning behind this move was necessity, that is, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">NEED</span>. I have passed the eighty year mark without Alzhiemer's raising it's ugly head. I have many goals yet to achieve, and the path is becoming more difficult to keep in focus. There are too many pitfalls, side trails and many things still interest me, I do not think I have the time for them all. {I'll probably be saying this all over again when I pass the ninety mark. Shesh!}<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/S_m-G91vF-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zafAqiYSwTw/s1600/DSCN0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/S_m-G91vF-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zafAqiYSwTw/s320/DSCN0187.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The point is, I want to use this blog as part of my journaling. I have laid out what I want to do in a reasonable manner, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">see above</span>. I intend to continue reviewing overall goals, detailing jobs and specifying items to be done right at the moment, right here on this blog. I will be posting on a weekly, or oftener, basis.<br />
This next week will be taken up with our annual move to our summer headquarters on the Mogollon Rim at 6200' altitude. So there will not be another post until after June 1. Stick around, things may get interesting!!<br />
In case you are wondering what it is like there, the photo above, left was taken on our clean up trip several weeks ago, May 2, 2010. Fifty MPH wind and more than an inch of snow in less than an hour.<br />
I have added a link to a good journaling blog. SEE LINK: Journal AddictThe Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-43361342288450082092010-04-20T09:17:00.001-07:002010-05-27T12:25:16.733-07:00A View of the Family<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif;">This Blog was started to document the progress of the family book I was writing. Once the book "Stewart: Heather Lost." was finished, edited and published, I kinda lost interest in the blog upkeep. I am truly embarrassed. I am going to give it one more try.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif;">This is a look at the my immediate family prior to 1930. I chose that period because I lived after it and any other folks that are still living would not appreciate having themselves documented on the web. These photos were taken by, or on the camera owned by my mother. All females are identified by their maiden name, unless it is pertinent to list them otherwise.</span></div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The first "look" is my immediate family. See if you can find me. I might be taking the photo, but probably not. You can't find me? Well I'm right behind the elbows of the two girls on the left. That's right, I'm in my Mommy's tummy.</span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavE87wOtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6NuKk0gXRIk/s1600-h/26290009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415208101570689746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavE87wOtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6NuKk0gXRIk/s320/26290009.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The photo was taken before August 28, 1927, my date of birth. Mom, Celia Elizabeth Fellows, my Dad, Robert Wright Stewart II and Robert John Stewart are in the back. L to R in front: Fred Fellows Stewart, Francese May Stewart, Elsie Jean Stewart and Charlotte Fellows Stewart.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Next a simpler photo.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavD23co_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/1wZIDdV6L-4/s1600-h/FamArk07_01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415208082762146802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavD23co_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/1wZIDdV6L-4/s320/FamArk07_01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 262px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">My Uncle, Donald Herbert Stewart with his first child, May Elizabeth "Betty" Stewart taken in the Franelchar Farm yard about 1916.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Next photo is quite a bit more complex . . . a 1925 Buick, quite new, and a whole bunch of kids.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavDTLHASI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ulGRTgkSCc0/s1600-h/FamArk03_18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415208073180938530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavDTLHASI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ulGRTgkSCc0/s320/FamArk03_18.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Inside: Uncle Donald Herbert Stewart, driver, & Fred Fellows Stewart behind. On the hood: Robert John Stewart, Edith Georgia Stewart & Elsie Jean Stewart. On Fender & running board, L>R: Ruth Wright Stewart, John James Stewart III, Charlotte Fellows Stewart, Robert Wright Stewart II, Susan Ann Stewart (on ground), Francese May Stewart, Donna Patricia Stewart, Phebe May Fellows, May Elizabeth "Betty" Stewart, Susan Nelson Fellows, Ruth Dorcas Fellows & Celia Elizabeth Fellows on the camera. In case you haven't figured it out yet, Uncle Donald married my Mom's sister and is brother to my Dad.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Next, gosh, another simple one!</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavC--5MyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cR3AcYSZ8es/s1600-h/FamArk01_52.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415208067760993058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SyavC--5MyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cR3AcYSZ8es/s320/FamArk01_52.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Charlotte Fellows Stewart & John James Stewart II picking apples from the Franelchar Farm Orchard, about 1923.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Syat5e0BoiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o34WCAQTWLo/s1600-h/FamArk01_51.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415206804995023394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Syat5e0BoiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o34WCAQTWLo/s400/FamArk01_51.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 321px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">This is really a simple photo taken 1929, only this time I can be seen!</div><div style="text-align: center;">{See photo at top}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As in the movies - THE END!</div><br />
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</div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-39342529055182794292009-11-12T12:22:00.004-07:002009-11-19T09:56:58.312-07:00TIME FOR A CHANGE!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have ignored the blog for over a month. My mind has been elsewhere. With that is mind I think I will post a political statement. Just to see if anyone is awake and listening. (reading!)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SwV1C1AEtNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XM1fFX42YRQ/s1600/image001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SwV1C1AEtNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XM1fFX42YRQ/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405855619175724242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The folks that believe this are:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A. Democrats</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">B. Republicans</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> C. Independents</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> D. All of the above</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E. None of the above</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-18689871521493260392009-09-07T14:14:00.012-07:002009-09-22T10:12:03.571-07:00THE HISTORY OF THE SCOTTISH KIRK<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(58, 60, 64); font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, 'Sans Serif';font-size:13px;"><p align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The following is a definitive history of the Scottish Church and the effects on modern Scotland.</span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is taken from the web site: http://www.scotlandsgreateststory.bravehost.com/, a professional family history research service. Having this information included in the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b>"Stewart: Heather Lost" </b></span>book would allow a better understanding of the problems our ancestors faced. So here it is for those of you serious family historians. Print it out and stuff it in the book!</span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">THANK YOU SGS!</span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><img src="http://scotlandsgreateststory.bravehost.com/myPictures/Scotlandview2.BMP" width="589" height="82" style="width: 571px; height: 81px; " /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p>The <strong>ScotlandsPeople Centre</strong> in Edinburgh hosts the records of the established Church of Scotland, but there are and were many other Presbyterian church factions within Scotland - if you cannot find your ancestor in the OPR records, they may well have belonged to one of these other denominations. But what were these other factions? Hopefully the following article will help to shed some light...!</o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">The <strong>Scottish Reformation</strong> of 1560 happened as a reaction against the corruption and spiritual decline of the Roman Catholic Church which had up to that point guided the nation’s morality for hundreds of years. ‘Heretical’ ideas from the continent were already penetrating the country through preachers such as<strong>George Wishart</strong>, later to be martyred, and with the increasing resentment of the population against the French, who were turning Scotland into a puppet state, revolution was inevitable.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Shortly after Wishart’s execution, the man responsible, <strong>Cardinal Beaton</strong>, was murdered by protestant sympathisers in St. Andrew’s, and the town’s castle briefly captured, before returning to French control. One of Wishart’s protégés, a priest by the name of <strong>John Knox</strong>, was taken prisoner for 18 months, but upon his release made his way to England. Progressing to Switzerland, he studied under the reformer<strong>John Calvin</strong>, who had created a Protestant mini-state in Geneva based on the principle of the <strong>Godly Commonwealth</strong>, by which the church controlled the education and discipline of its population.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Impressed, Knox returned to </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, and managed to convince the Scottish anti-French nobles and laity that revolution should sweep clear the old order. With his fiery sermons underpinning the cause, Catholic monasteries throughout </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"> were sacked. Things came to a head in February 1560 after English intervention, and a treaty soon saw </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">France</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"> withdraw from </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, cementing the revolution.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">The Reformation secure, a new social order was introduced into </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"> which now began to challenge the authority of the Scottish state itself. The Crown had previously exerted its control through the Roman Catholic bishops, who oversaw the priests, who oversaw the people. Presbyterianism completely reversed this, by giving the power to control religious affairs to the people. For the next 130 years, the church and the state were to play tug of war over the role of bishops.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Initially, the Kirk had actually retained the structural role of bishops by creating ‘superintendents’ to oversee the parishes. In 1572, the Concordat of Leith, with the blessing of John Knox, agreed to appoint Protestant bishops nominated by the Crown. But when <strong>Andrew Melville</strong> came to inherit Knox’s mantle, he sought and achieved the abolition of these bishops. To him, Presbyterianism meant that no man should be held up in authority over another, as he could see no evidence in the Bible that the earliest Christian churches had ever been hierarchical. Melville also neutered the General Assembly, turning it into a talking shop for ministers. The Crown no longer had a vehicle to exercise its control, and refused to ratify the new Kirk’s presbyterian structure until conceding in 1592.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Desperate to regain its influence, the Crown in essence bribed the Kirk in 1610, seven years after the</span><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Union</span></st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"> of the Crowns, to reintroduce some form of episcopacy in return for major investment in the Kirk’s infrastructure. If it was not for a small, hardline, theological faction within the Kirk, they would have succeeded. The Crown’s action was certainly not popular with the general public, and crisis point was soon reached.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">In 1636 and 1637, <strong>Charles I</strong> revealed new proposals to assimilate the Church of Scotland with that of</span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">England</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, through a much more stringent Episcopalian policy, including a new prayer book and the reintroduction of the mass, albeit on Anglican lines. This was too much for the Kirk, and a protest document known as the National Covenant was signed across the country, condemning the move. Branding the signatories as traitors, Charles threatened to march an army to </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, but capitulated at the last moment, allowing a General Assembly to convene, which to his horror then abolished the role of bishops in </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">. War was declared against the <strong>Covenanters</strong>, which soon escalated into a civil war across </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Britain</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">. Charles was ultimately defeated, and an English republic or “Commonwealth” was established under <strong>Oliver Cromwell</strong>, who had by now turned against the Scots Covenanters.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">After Charles’ execution, his son (also Charles) landed in </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, and in a bid to win Scottish support, agreed to support Presbyterianism. He was restored to the throne in 1660 as <strong>Charles II</strong> – and duly went back on his word. Episcopacy was reintroduced into </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Scotland</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, with three hundred ministers soon removed from their churches after refusing to accept the role of bishops. They took to preaching in secret at open air ‘conventicles’, and were branded seditious. Now a new Covenanting army was raised in 1666 against the king, but it was defeated at Rullion Green. When <strong>Archbishop James Sharp</strong> was then assassinated in 1679, open warfare existed between the King’s troops and the Covenanters, in what became known as the “Killing Times”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">By 1685, Charles II had given way to his brother, <strong>James VII</strong>. To the Scots, things were now much worse – James was a Roman Catholic. Matters came to a head in 1688 when James was forced to leave </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Britain</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">, his place usurped by his nephew, <strong>William of Orange</strong>. William secured the settlement of the <strong>Glorious Revolution</strong> by defeating his uncle’s Jacobite forces at the </span><st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Boyne</span></st1:place><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"> and Aughrim in 1690, and as part of the resultant peace dividend the bishops were finally kicked out of the Scottish Kirk forever.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Many of those who had adhered to the Anglican cause remained within the Scottish Episcopal Church, which drifted ever closer in tone towards a more Catholic flavour, becoming very heavily identified with the Jacobite causes of the Eighteenth century. Another church which remained separate from the established church after 1690 was that of the covenanter Cameronians, later to become the <strong>Reformed Presbyterian Church</strong>.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">But with Presbyterianism now secured, the mainstream churches soon began to turn in on themselves over various aspects of doctrine, with one sticking point in particular – patronage. With the loss of bishops and then superintendents, landowners began to assert their rights to influence the choice of appointments in Presbyterian kirk sessions and ministries. Many church ministers became increasingly uneasy about this, and it was not long before factions began to remove themselves from the establishment church in protest, such as the <strong>Associate Presbytery</strong>, formed by <strong>Ebenezer Erskine </strong>in 1733. This later split in 1747 into two camps, between those who would and who would not take the <strong>Burgher Oath</strong>, which was in fact designed to prevent Roman Catholics taking office after the second Jacobite rebellion.The opponesnts became the <strong>Anti-Burghers</strong>. The Burghers then split in 1798, and the Anti-Burghers in 1806, both forming two camps, the <strong>Auld Lichts</strong> and the <strong>New Lichts</strong>, with the New Lichts in each camp on a more theologically liberal course. Both New Licht factions united in 1820 as the United Secession Church, merging with the Relief Church in 1847 as the <strong>United Presbyterian Church</strong>. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Meanwhile, by the early 19th century the established Church of Scotland was still dominant, but losing its grip, particularly within the developing large urban populations, with which its archaic parochial structure could not cope. As the urban civil authorities tried to assume responsibility for the masses, another Kirk minister, <strong>Thomas Chalmers</strong>, and his evangelical wing of the Church of Scotland tried to relaunch the Calvinist concept of a Godly Commonwealth, by trying to address the issue of patronage once and for all, with a return to the values of the true Presbyterian church which they believed had lost its way. However, when the established church refused to challenge the state authorities on the issue, Chalmers and a third of the delegates at the 1843 General Assembly meeting walked out in protest, forming the <strong>Free Church of Scotland</strong>.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">Unfortunately for both the Free Church and the established church, their timing could not have been worse in terms of their Protestant objectives. Within a few years, thousands of Roman Catholic Irish people were arriving in Scotland to flee the Famine in their homeland. With both the mainstream Protestant churches doubling up on their efforts to create new ministries and missions, both became seriously weakened at the time that Roman Catholicism was able to embed itself again securely within the country – and with State backing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;">In 1900, the Free Church merged with the United Presbyterian Church to form the <strong>United Free Church of Scotland</strong>. Eventually, both it and what was left of the established church were soon forced to realise that reunification was the only way to regain their dominant position, but by the time they got their act together in 1929 it was too late. Education and discipline were by now firmly in the hands of what was now a fully secular Scottish state. As the churches merged, they were also disestablished, and the idea of the Godly Commonwealth breathed its last.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Arial, 'Sans Serif';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"><o:p><img src="http://photos.bravenet.com/222/466/720/7/05AA125994.JPG" jquery1248456795046="3" /></o:p></span></p></span>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-68656254401583677402009-08-04T16:12:00.009-07:002010-11-24T14:06:42.034-07:00"Stewart: Heather Lost" Book Errors<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"><b>THE FOLLOWING ERRORS HAVE BEEN FOUND - CORRECTIONS SHOWN</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b>Chapter Six, </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b>Page # 72</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><br />
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</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b>Graphic No. 27</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b>Fortingall Parish Church. My GGG Grandfather Robert Stewart and Jean (Jane) Wilson were married in this church in </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b>1850</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b>. The Yew tree on the left is mythically 3,000 years old. It is was also mythically planted by Pontius Pilate when serving in the Roman Army of Occupation.</b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6600cc;">1850 should read 1778</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><br />
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</b></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chapter Nineteen, </span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Page # 169</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My G Aunt Hattie May </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Charles</span></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> (Stewart) and Grandmother Frances Elizabeth Nichols (Stewart). Circa 1915. Photo by Beth.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></b></div></b></span></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-4657025309953475202009-07-17T11:13:00.012-07:002010-11-23T14:53:54.558-07:00STEWART: HEATHER LOST - ADDENDUM<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff;"><b>NEW MAPS HAVE BECOME AVAILABLE and BOOK EXCERPT</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">STEWART HOMESTEAD, (SAMMONSVILLE), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">JOHNSTOWN</span>, NY 1787</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I recently was given the link to a site that has satellite maps that are much clearer and show much more detail than Google Earth. (Thank you, Kevin) The first map is a close up of the Northwest corner of the second map, showing the location of the House, Barn, Milk House and Spring House foundations as we found them in 1993 and 2000 visits. The maps in the book were old Tract maps from research at the Planning Department of Fulton County. They did not give a good perspective of the location of the buildings on the farm, nor where the farm was located in relation to the Villages of Johnstown and Sammonsville.</div><div><br />
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</span></span>The original purchase was one hundred acres in 1787 by Robert Stewart I. The Village of Sammonsville is to the right on the road less than one half mile. His son, William later purchased an additional one hundred acre parcel nearby. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>So how did Robert and Jane accumulate enough cash to buy their way to the U.S.? I think, based on the timeline of this family, there is a logical conclusion. They were married in 1778. In 1779 Alexander was born, in 1780 Catherine, followed in 1781 by John. The family oral history reported that our ancestor James, the next in line, was born in Scotland. However, only three children were listed by name as leaving Glen Lyon by both Dobson and Whyte in 1786. James was born 20 Aug 1786. Therefore there was five years between the birth of number three, John Robert, and James. If Robert and Jane abstained from their marriage intimacy for that period they may have saved enough to buy passage to the U.S.</span></span></span></span></div></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The alternative was not very good. They had to leave Scotland. If they stayed it would mean a radical change in their lives with no guaranty of any life for them. For that matter, life at all. Most of the families living in the Jacobite centers of Scotland had been forced to leave and many were executed as traitors after the ’459. Others were shipped to the penal colonies in America and Australia. Some of the more dependent became fishermen on the coasts with the help of their Laird. There could only be so many fishermen to be able to derive a living from that way of life. Others were shipped to the new world, self-indentured for terms of five, ten or more years, where they struggled working to pay off their cost of the ship’s voyage. The Lairds could no longer afford nor did they need their army of tenants to defend them. They, too, were poor and were struggling to get by raising sheep. Sheep needed pasturage on land that the tenants were occupying.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps in 1781 right after the birth of John Robert . . . this dialog may have occurred.</div><div style="text-align: center;">ROBERT AND JANE STEWART GET READY TO LEAVE SCOTLAND</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jane (formal) and Jean (pet name) are synonymous at this time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i></i></span><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Jean darlin’, I’ve just talked to my brothers Donald and Dugald. They are getting money together to take their families to America.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>“What are they going to do when they get there?”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>“Well, Jean, they have talked to families of some of cousin David’s men who have received letters from over there. They were able to actually buy land with very little cash and something called a mortgage. It’s similar to our Croft agreement with Foss, only they really own the land when it’s paid.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>“Just a minute Robb, I need to feed wee Johnnie.” Some rustling of clothing and then contented sucking noises. Jane then says, “Yes, but how did they save enough money to buy their passage on the ships and then still have some for land? We have three bairns and if we are to have more then we cannot save any thing at all.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>Robert looked somewhat depressed, “Well, I hadn’t thought of that. I don’t know.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Days later they were together and again thinking about how to go to America. This time she was nursing John, “We are feeding and clothing our wee bairns now from our income with a little left over. How long would it take to save enough for ship’s passage and land?”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>Robert screwed up his face, counting on his fingers several times, he said, “Probably ten years if we are careful. If we have five or six more bairns maybe never.” He even looked more depressed than before. Although he smiled as Jane detached John from her ample breast and put him down in his bed to sleep. Perhaps he was seeing the only benefit for him if they stayed in the Highlands</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>“Robb, suppose we had no more bairns for a while, then how long would it be? After three, we both now know how they came about.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>He sputtered and walked around the room four or five times. “About five years, six at the most. We know what this means. Do you really think we can?”, he said.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>“Sometimes it would mean sleeping on the floor, swimming in the River Tummel or even just going somewhere else for a little while.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>They loved each other dearly and that intimate act was sometimes all they had to keep their lives on an even keel. “Jean, love, I don’t know if I can.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>“Perhaps if we help each other we can do it.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>Thus, later, it was decided that Jane and Robert would remain dormant sexually for a time. It turned out to be about five years to be exact, a long, long, long time. They both had reservations about their decision. Asking each other again and again, “Can we really do this?”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>They, two lonely people, lived from day to day. Sometimes when the going was very dim they sought solace in each other. Soon, “Jean, we had better find something else to do or we will be right back where we started,” he said.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>Usually a soft reply, “Aye, Robb, I love thee more than ever, we can do it.” Then off to some work or to walk out into the cool night.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>They persisted thus until they thought they might talk to Cousin John Stewart, the Laird of Foss, about leaving even though they didn’t think their savings were quite enough.The pressure was on Foss who, even though a cousin, was being strongly influenced financially to clear out his tenants and pasture sheep. Money was a problem for him, tenants did not bring in enough revenue and the need for defense was gone now that the English were in complete control. After the usual formal greetings, Robert opened the talk with the great respect he felt for his cousin, “Jean and I are getting ready to leave if your Lordship would allow us to do so.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>John beamed. “Aye, Robbie, I have been hoping you would come to me soon, I have watched you grow into manhood and you have a fine family.” It seems he had been quite worried how to broach the subject with this family, for most of his tenants were cousins, uncles, brothers who were dependent on him for their living. These were families that he rented land to and their rents barely paid his tack. He had been a witness at Alexander’s wedding in ‘43. He had a twinkle in his eye for he knew of Robert and Jane’s promise to each other. “I have been aware of your hardship in trying to save coin for the trip to America. As my cousin you and Jean are very close to me, I promised your father before he died I would see to it that you would get out of here some way, not tied to some monied man who wants to make more money from your sweat. So, here is what I have to offer you, it is nearly the same I gave to Dugald and Donald when they left a year ago. I can return the balance of your yearly tithe and I will pay you for your house and barn.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>Now Dugald and Donald were also John’s cousins and Robert’s half-brothers and they had written to Robert they had land and knew how to get more for Robert and Jane. What’s more, they knew how much cash the land would cost. “Uncle John, you have just completed our dreams, we will now be able to leave here midyear if I can arrange passage, . . . thank you.”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>With that he dashed out of the house. Robert covered the mile or so from the Foss Manse to his house in record time. Shouting the last 100 yards, “Jean, Jean, we can go, we can go!” </i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>They leapt into each others arms in their happiness.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>“Oh, Robbie, I am so proud of you, it has been so very hard, hasn’t it?”</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Later that night there was no walking in the cold night or finding something else to do.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"><b>STAY TUNED . . . </b></span></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-4637550397214581262009-06-12T08:45:00.006-07:002009-07-01T12:59:08.370-07:00FIRST FAMILY HISTORY BOOK REVIEW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Sj0nImqzdAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VXS7m7-HeCo/s1600-h/03040008AT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Sj0nImqzdAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VXS7m7-HeCo/s400/03040008AT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349474961158534146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">McHENRY COUNTY HISTORICAL SOCIETY<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">McHENRY COUNTY ILLINOIS GENEALOGY SOCIETY<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">FAMILY HISTORY BOOK REVIEW<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">by<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Craig Pfannkuche<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">STEWART: HEATHER LOST<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Great Escape<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Story of a Family Displaced by War and Greed<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Transition from Feudalism to Land Ownership<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">by<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bruce Maddox Stewart<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Private Publication, 2009;<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bruce M. Stewart<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Winter: 17200 W. Bell Rd., #1232, Surprise, AZ 85374<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer: 475 Juniper Ridge RV Resort, Show Low, Arizona 85901<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">$30 plus $5 Parcel Post or $13 priority mail<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Digital copy, $12.00 Postage Paid, requires Adobe Reader<br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Bruce Stewart has produced a very interesting family history which delineates the origins of his family as well as the movement his branch of that family from Scotland to Walworth County, Wisconsin and then Hebron Township, McHenry County, Illinois via Johnstown, Fulton County, New York. The book is assembled in a well organized fashion and includes numerous informative relationship diagrams. The many photographic reproductions in the book are superb in their clarity. (Moore Graphics Co., 13415 W. Westgate Drive, Surprise, Arizona 85374).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> What is of the greatest interest to McHenry County and Walworth County residents can be found after page 95. Prior to that, Stewart amply discusses the journey as well as its causes, of this Scottish family from their homeland to Johnstown, New York. His research is thorough and includes his personal impressions of the travails of his family based on personal visits to the sites he describes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Stewart’s description of his family’s coming to Hebron Township is clear and informative. Especially informative is his description of land acquisitions and purchases in the township. The maps and graphics describing that activity are very well done. The history of his family in Hebron Township, which includes himself, gives interesting insights into how people lived in the county in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The material is an interesting mixture of genealogy and family history. As should be done, Mr. Stewart cleverly mixes both the genealogical and historical aspects of his family. A discussion of why and how his family installed drain tiles across their land after the 1890’s is of particular interest to county historians.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> The “Appendices” found in the book contain copies of numerous land patents in Hebron Township from the 1840s as well as other land ownership related documents. They provide useful insight into area settlement at that time. Also found there are notes and citations which clearly show the vast amount of valid research which Mr. Stewart did in preparing to publish this work.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"> All in all, this book is a very useful micro analysis addition to those written about the history of McHenry County. It is certainly a valuable addition to any McHenry County family history collection.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This is a good review. I am happy with it. Craig is a participant in both Societies and is a specialist in the history of railroads of the midwest. He gave me the dates the railroads started operating in Richmond and Hebron in Northern Illinois.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Now that the book is done, I haven't figured out yet what the next project will be. I do know I have much work to catch up on in my photos and data base. I will keep every one posted with posts to this blog.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Thanks to everyone for their support in this, our family history.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">WANT TO COMMENT PRIVATELY? SEND AN EMAIL:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/thebrucetyl@mac.com">thebrucetyl@mac.com</a></span></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-61590330296244251262009-05-27T13:03:00.011-07:002009-05-30T11:39:22.581-07:00STEWART: HEATHER LOST AFTERWARD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Sh2ySBkNnoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z_4T0jzGh8A/s1600-h/DSC_1314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Sh2ySBkNnoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Z_4T0jzGh8A/s400/DSC_1314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340620755858988674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our back yard in the White Mountains</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">WOW! WHAT A RECEPTION!</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">THERE HAVE BEEN A LOT OF EMAILS, ALL COMPLIMENTARY.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I HAVE SENT OUT THIRTY COPIES OF MY BOOK.</span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">For those who wish to try the Pay Pal purchase method again, select the book and shipping method price, click on the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Buy Now</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> button. 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Her residence is the country of Greece. (Not the stuff in the frying pan, silly!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I want to thank all of you for the nice things that have been said. Bragging a little bit, I will direct you to the third comment to the last post. Joan, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. An echo? You better believe it. Thank you, thank you . . . .<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">There were several multiple copy orders: "Send two copies, one for Dad too." and "Send three copies, one for each of my daughters and me." I don't know how much more my ego can stand. When I think of the REAL authors whose books sell in the thousands, millions . . . it's not to hard to remain humble. Though, just think, my nephew-in-law is about to publish his tenth (or is it his eleventh?) book . . . his hobby, he gets paid for it too! In case your wondering, it's Gene <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Fehler</span>. His web site will have a link on this blog when I get through today check it out. Love his poems, although I do have a little trouble understanding the game he writes about. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Uhhh</span>-baseball, I think?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I didn't quite know what to do in the time since the book has been finished. There seemed to be so much time in the day. I tried playing Solitaire on my computer. That got boring really quick. Then I started a project of rescanning old photos on my new Canon Scanner. Wow, that is a huge project, maybe after my next book. What,---next book? I'll have to think on that for awhile, then again . . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hmmm</span>. After all I do have two great grand mother's that had real life experiences that, well, lets say they were newsworthy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">You think I have "shot my wad," "done my once in a lifetime thing," OR "just have nothing left?" Think again, you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aint</span> seen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nothin</span>' yet. Just stay tuned to this blog or maybe I will start another blog, who knows right now.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We will be leaving Sunday for the mountains for the next four months. We will enjoy every moment. Come and visit, we do have room.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">For those that cannot afford the price of the book, I have a Digital Book on a CD. You must have Adobe Reader installed on your computer to read it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">See </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Buy Now</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> button above.</span></div><blockquote><blockquote><div></div></blockquote><div></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">For you computer geeks, I just had a weird happening. Never heard of anything like it before. My computer programs were freezing badly. Not just one program but almost everything I would run. Each time I went through my trouble shooting procedure for the Mac computer. (You PC guys wouldn't understand.) After having this repeated several times, phone calls to Mac Central were made. No one there seemed to be able to come up with a permanent solution.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday, I took my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">iMac</span> to the Arrowhead Mall Apple Store Genius Bar. ","No problem they said, "I'll archive your hard drive, reinstall the Operating System and then all the problems will be taken care of." After three unsuccessful tries. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hmmmm</span>, guess I will have to erase your hard drive and re-install your back up. Bring your backup drive in tomorrow and I'll take care of it."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday, took in 500 GB external hard drive backup. He said, "OK, just leave it, I'll do everything tonight and it will be ready tomorrow anytime."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Friday, anytime. he said, "I can't seem to determine exactly what the problem is. I'm going to have to consult with the other "Genius Bar" techs. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We will</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> find the problem though."<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday: "We got it. You have a defective RAM chip. We have gone around it, erased your drive, installed the OS and re-installed your backup." Me, "Did you remove the RAM chip." "No, if we do that this would constitute a repair and I would have to charge you. Besides, we do not sell RAM chips at Apple anymore. Just remove the defective chip yourself, send it back to where you purchased it. They should replace it." I did, they are replacing it.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So I will give a cheer for the Apple Genius Bar folks. The "Geek Squad" would have charged $300.00 plus for that kind of service. I am so happy with my MAC. Defective RAM . . . . ?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Thanks again to all my family and friends . . . til next time. Bye.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-52824394239015696322009-04-29T14:47:00.020-07:002017-07-24T18:11:01.091-07:00PUBLICATION ANNOUNCEMENT<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300; font-family: "trebuchet ms"; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">The Book</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-family: "verdana"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"Stewart: Heather Lost"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "verdana";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">'The Great Escape'</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #663300; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">By Bruce M. Stewart, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">is now</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "trebuchet ms";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> Available</span></span></span></div>
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If you'd like a digital copy of the book my late father
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"STEWART: HEATHER LOST,” please contact me (Joan Stewart Smith) at <a href="mailto:jsmith@featureflash.com">jsmith@featureflash.com</a>. The book is out of print, but I am still happy to share it digitally. </div>
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Many descendants of their 12 children – Alexander, Catherine, John Robert, James (my 3G grandfather), Charles, Christian, Jane, Robert Jr., Joseph, Daniel, William and David – have fanned out from upstate New York throughout the United States. This book doesn't detail these subsequent lines, but it adds context to what came before. No doubt you can add to the story.</div>
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Thanks to my father's book, I've been delighted to hear from a number of distant cousins and descendants of this group of siblings. </div>
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The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-22252573514654756822009-04-21T12:30:00.001-07:002009-04-30T17:00:40.239-07:00...............THE END OF THE ROAD<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Set8xrnTGgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/b60e5FMD0n8/s1600-h/Graphic_186.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/Set8xrnTGgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/b60e5FMD0n8/s400/Graphic_186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326488177258732034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Double Click on Picture to enlarge)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Dull Parish Church, Perthshire, Scotland</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Alexander Stewart married Christian Stewart here on</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">21 July 1743</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I am nearing the end:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">! ! ! IT'S TIME TO PUBLISH ! ! !</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">YES, FOLKS, the book files are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(have gone)</span></span> going to the printer this week. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(Tuesday, April 21 @ 4:30PM)</span></span> I do not have a date when the books will be available. They have said five days? I will give you all the details below of how to get your copy as soon as it is in from the printer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size:24px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Stewart: Heather Lost</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">$30.00 per copy</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Shipping - </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Parcel Post, Media Mail </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">$5.00 4 to 15 days</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Shipping - Priority Mail</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">$13.00 2 to 4 days</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Includes insurance to $50.00 both ways of shipping.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you want to order multiple copies, let me know before you place your order and I will calculate the shipping cost. </span></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-73654825159126339032009-03-13T09:10:00.007-07:002017-07-24T18:18:35.673-07:00Update Title: Stewart: Heather Lost<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I have been off line for the last month. I had cataract surgery on the 25th of February. All has not gone well since then. No whining . . . let it lay.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The first "proof" copy of the book was printed. It looked good, but needed editing. G. Stewart Mathison, (cousin) volunteered and has done the final edit. I have combined his copy with my last edited copy. I have finished and will take in the combined files to the printer for a final "proof" tomorrow, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204 , 0 , 0);">Monday, March 30</span>.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Some stats: The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51 , 51 , 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Book"</span></span> will be 8 1/2" X 11" trimmed slightly in the binding process. The binding is called "Perfect Binding" and is commonly used in today's print shops. It weighs approximately 2 1/2 pounds. There are 343 pages with approximately 220 graphics, scans, etc. There are 29 pages of color graphics. The cover design has a yellow spine to make the book stand out on the shelf. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51 , 51 , 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">My color is blue</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">,</span> therefore . . . .</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Let me hear your thoughts, I like input. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51 , 51 , 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BTW, Mary Kay and I celebrated out 58th wedding anniversary on March 26, 2009.</span></span></div>
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The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-61688649187219092262009-02-17T10:05:00.008-07:002009-05-03T12:02:57.141-07:00Blog Reading 101. Why? Because it's here!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">More Information Than You Ever Wanted To Know</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;">What is success of this blog? Just having the fun of writing it and knowing how to put it up.</span></span></span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Stewart book will be published soon!</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">HOW TO READ/USE THIS BLOG 101</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Definition:</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">LINK or HYPERLINK </span>An icon, underlined words, etc, that when the cursor is placed on it, a pointing hand is usually shown in place of the arrow. In computing, a hyperlink is a reference, link, or navigation element in a document to another place, such as another section of the same document or to another document that may be on or part of a (different) domain. When clicked on it will: 1. send a URL (Abbreviation of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">U</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">niform </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">R</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">esource </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">L</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ocator</span>, the global <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">address</span> of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">documents</span> and other <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">resources</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span>on the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">World Wide Web.</span>) that your web browser uses to go to a specific we site or location. 2. When on a website, it tells your web browser to open another page on that website or go to another website. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">WOW! </span>If you understood all of that then tell me what it means.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.brucemstewart.blogspot.com/">http://www.brucemstewart.blogspot.com/</a> (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><------LINK to get to Blog</span></span>)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The first thing is</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; "> to log unto the blog by clicking on the above LINK. Each time a new post is put up, this link will show up in an email. If you Bookmark this, you can have it available any time you want it.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The new post will show</span> under the header at the top left of the screen. If you wish to comment on the post go to the bottom of that post and click on the link there for comments.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(<-----(Link)</span></span><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Click on that link </span></span>and any comments that have made will extend below the Post. At the bottom will be a blank text box for your comments, type in as much or as little as you like in the box. Don't just stand (sit) there, give an opinion. 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In this way Spam is avoided on the Blog.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>To the top right of the Posts section are two links, that if you click on one or both you will receive <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RSS </span>feeds from the blog when new posts or new comments are made.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What is RSS</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">?</span></span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>ich <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">S</span>ite <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">S</span>ummary is a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">format</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> for delivering regularly changing web content</span>. Many news-related sites, weblogs and other online publishers syndicate their content as an RSS Feed to whoever wants it. Every time the web content is changed the change is sent out to subscribers of the RSS feed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Below that is my bio</span>, which has been removed. It takes up too much room. If you really want to read it click on the link there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Below the bio is the</span></span> "Blog Archive." These are links to OLD Blog content that is hidden from view when archived.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(<------More Links on Blog)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Down one more is</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"Links to other web sites"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>and they are: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">1. </span></span>Will and Probate for the Stewarts on the Fulton County, New York web site. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">2.</span></span> Stewart Cemetery on "Find A Grave" website where I have an ongoing project of putting up photos and names from headstones of everyone in the Cemetery. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">3.</span></span> In 2000 we participated in one of the Ancestors series of TV shows on the genealogy topic of "Probate" at BYU in Utah. Find out about it here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Under that is </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Follow this blog." </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> (<------Another Link on Blog)</span> If you want to follow this blog, click on that link and enter your information. This is another one of the easy ways to keep posted.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Do one </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SMALL FAVOR.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> - - - - Acknowledge on the blog, receipt of this POST by commenting. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">(Only if you want to!) </span>Tell everyone what you really think. You teachers out there, how did Blog 101 do? Did it help to understand what a blog is?</span></span></span></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-80412441526683479022009-02-03T11:46:00.013-07:002009-05-03T11:58:16.553-07:00Book Proof<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">News Flash: Progress Update on Stewart Book</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;">The first "Proof" copy of the Stewart Book was received yesterday from the printer. There have been some suggestions for the cover and back page, but no one has contributed any thing.</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">For anyone that is interested, I am posting two maps from the book. See if you can find their location in Scotland. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">HINT: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Perthshire.</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SYjHEwmbqYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SCLXrRIxO98/s1600-h/Graphic_177.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height:320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SYjHEwmbqYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SCLXrRIxO98/s640/Graphic_177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298703846180891010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Double click on Map to enlarge to full screen</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SYjGxJa7nmI/AAAAAAAAACw/M0FbrcJVIr0/s1600-h/Graphic_178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SYjGxJa7nmI/AAAAAAAAACw/M0FbrcJVIr0/s640/Graphic_178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298703509246156386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); ">Double click on Map to enlarge to full screen</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Stewart Map No. 6 is an 1867 map showing the layout of Loch Tummel and River Tummel before the dam was built cl</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">ose to the bridge in 1948. It was so them English fellers could have more electrucity in Londown. So both maps are of the same area, just with different things, like more water layen' around, on em.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Additional information: Double click on the maps and the full size maps will open. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">HAVEN'T PEAKED YOUR INTEREST YET???</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">On both maps is an arrow showing the location of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ceann na Coile</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. This is the location of the the farm where my GGGG Grandfather, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Alexander Stewart</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> had a Tenant Farm on the Foss Estate. Where eight of his children were born.</span><br /></span></div></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-40240318499526877792009-01-19T12:52:00.011-07:002009-01-19T14:20:45.009-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SXTqSluvO_I/AAAAAAAAABg/oBUgvGnOVrU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SXTqSluvO_I/AAAAAAAAABg/oBUgvGnOVrU/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293113067153865714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SXTpcYLJyhI/AAAAAAAAABY/PnQhuzjkhZY/s1600-h/DSC_1431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSrNDZiin5U/SXTpcYLJyhI/AAAAAAAAABY/PnQhuzjkhZY/s320/DSC_1431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293112135802014226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Please Post Your Comments</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">January 19, 2009<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Dear Stewart Descendents,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span></span>s you may already know, I have embarked on an aggressive project to map out our family tree and document our family's footprint on this earth. I hope to publish a “Family History Book” about our family within the next several months. I have already asked you if you know anything about our family. Very often the response is "I don't know" or "I don't remember anything". That's OK. You may still be in possession of items that prove to be invaluable to our genealogical project. Please take a moment to look at the items below. These are just some of the items that would be extremely beneficial in our quest to document our family's place in history.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Family Bibles</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">M</span></span></span>any families used the family Bible to record births, marriages and deaths in the family. A family Bible may often be the only source for birth, marriage and death information which predates the time when such events were officially recorded in the locality where they lived. Take a look at the front and back pages of any bible you have that has been passed down. There may be some valuable information there. In addition to the pages where the birth, marriage and death dates are, there are often pages that have notes, photos and other valuable information stuck between them. You may not even know that you have a Family Bible. It may have been passed down to you as "Grandpa's Bible".<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Official Records & Legal Documents</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">T</span></span></span></span>hese include records such as birth, marriage & death certificates, baptismal certificates, naturalization papers, wills, patents, military enlistments or discharges, etc. These records can be invaluable because many copies of such records have been destroyed in record offices and archives through fire and/or neglect. What you posses may be the only surviving records. These records provide us with important information about our family as well as lead us to new records. If you find that old will in a box in the attic, it may lead us to an entire folder full of estate and probate documents at a courthouse or archives.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Diaries and Journals</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">S</span></span>ome of our family members may have maintained a diary or journal that was used to narrate a family members personal history, telling us what they found in life important enough to write down. They are an invaluable source of clues as they will usually be full of names and dates.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Newspaper Clippings<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I</span></span></span>nformation contained in newspaper clippings about family members can very greatly but often offer clues for where else to look for additional information. Almost everybody clips newspapers when they find a family members name in it. Clipped obituaries are particularly useful, but other clippings help put together a person's chapter in our family history book.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Obituaries & Death Notices From Newspapers<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">M</span></span></span>any people will collect and stash away obituaries of family members. Obituaries offer a wealth of information about our family members. They have important facts about the deceased and important dates that we can use to piece together clues about our family history.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Mass Cards</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">M</span></span></span></span>any people feel obliged not to throw out mass cards. They could be stuck in an envelope in that old desk drawer of yours. They may even be in that family bible. Mass cards almost always indicate a first, middle and last name of a deceased relative and usually indicate the dates of birth and death.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Scrapbooks</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">S</span></span></span>crapbooks can provide a delightful window into the lives and times of our ancestors. A scrapbook will often contain newspaper clippings of marriage banns, obituary notices even family triumphs and scandals. Other items often found in scrapbooks include wedding invitations, funeral cards, birth announcements, diplomas, award certificates, recital or concert programs, school papers, ticket stubs, dried flowers and other important mementos. These may be valuable for the information they provide (names, dates, etc.) or just because they are a little piece of our past.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Letters & Envelopes<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span></span>etters are valuable for many reasons. They can provide us with valuable clues of where to look next. Sometimes a nickname is mentioned, other times a return address is important. They can provide us with those missing pieces of the genealogy puzzle that can't be found elsewhere. But what is most enjoyable is finding out more about the personal side of our ancestors. These letters are often the only way to learn more about a persons values and or beliefs. Almost every letter that I have seen offers some kind of genealogical hint. These letters also play an important role in our future family history book.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Photographs</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">O</span></span></span></span>ne of the longest surviving and best cared for genealogical sources of information are pictures. They depict our ancestors as they were, which makes them of great value. On the backs of some photos we may find important names and dates. Many early photos are printed on cards with the name and location of the photographer which can tell us where to look for our family in official records.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Address Books<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span></span>ddress books often contain the names and addresses of relatives. Take care not to discard them accidently. You may think that they are no longer of any use because the people have all passed away or moved, but they may prove to be invaluable. If you have any of these items I would love to be able look them over. I promise to take great care of them and will return them to you in the same condition that you gave them to me. I'll pay for shipping and insurance both ways if shipping is required. If you prefer, I'll keep them with the rest of the family heirlooms that I have already collected and proudly display in a family history room of our house. Family members are always welcome here and I would love the opportunity to share with you a bit of family history. Otherwise I will promptly return them to you as requested.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sincerely,<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">B</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">ruce </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">M</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">addox</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">S</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">tewart</span></span></div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-65945881698846890462009-01-02T16:05:00.006-07:002009-01-03T08:41:13.329-07:00Poetry for Y'allThis is for those who think genealogy is for the birds!<div><br /></div><div>Just the thing to get some reaction from some of my supporters????</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Heredity, A Genealogy Poem</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw a duck the other day,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It had the feet of my Aunt Faye.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then it walked, was heading South,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It waddled like my Uncle Ralph.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And when it turned, I must propose,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's bill was formed like Aunt Jane's nose.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought, "Oh, no! It's just my luck,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Someday I'll look just like a duck."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I sobbed to Mom about my fears,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And she said, "Honey, dry your tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You look like me, so walk with pride,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Those folks are all from Daddy's side."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Author Unknown</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks for reading. Now post!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bruce Stewart</div>The Brucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801580122431160316noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-45989033588968812202008-12-19T13:17:00.004-07:002008-12-19T13:25:38.040-07:00Merry Christmas to all Stewart Descendants<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZXIAByFp4/SUwCHdIZsfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j5jy-E24aKc/s1600-h/Christmas1900W.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZXIAByFp4/SUwCHdIZsfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j5jy-E24aKc/s400/Christmas1900W.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281598790100955634" /></a><br />This Card was sent to Bruce's mother Beth Fellows Stewart when she was about 10 years-old, in 1898. It was one of the most popular post cards at the time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799124224672214005.post-90793394287900283942008-12-19T12:57:00.006-07:002010-11-15T15:08:18.924-07:00BOOK COVER<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZXIAByFp4/SUwAUYAaWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MYkBH2KA9DA/s1600-h/cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281596813040310306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhZXIAByFp4/SUwAUYAaWCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MYkBH2KA9DA/s320/cover.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 241px;" /></a><br />
I'm writing a book about the descendants of Alexander Stewart in Scotland, Robert, James and his children: Robert Wright II or William Henry or John or James Milton. The book is due to be published in 2009.<br />
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I would like some assistance in this project. I'm in the editing stage right now so my attention is focused on the silly, nitty-gritty of correcting my many mistakes, etc.<br />
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Therefore I would like some help in designing a cover for this book. I made a quickie using a template in Pages, it's cute but I think it needs artistic input. The photo is of Robert Wright Stewart and Susan Ann Ross' wedding in 1842. You may use it or I have one of James and Sarah Stewart from the same year. A photo is not necessary, whatever you may dream - the field is open. Let's see some of that Stewart artistic talent!<br />
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The title is not set in stone either. That is open for suggestions also.<br />
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A free book and a mention in the book if your design is chosen.<br />
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Bruce StewartUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3