Oh what a tangled web we weave when we practice geneology. So, now you know, PrairieWoman has been rummaging around in the closets of the past to see what had been and from whence we came. It’s been an interesting endeavor to say the least.
I have to give proper credit to a woman who has done most of the legwork already. She would be a cousin to my mother, her grandfather was my great-grandfather’s brother. She has over 4,000 names in her family tree; which a branch of is of course connected to my family tree. Now I understand the bazillion begats in the Bible.
This is insanity at it’s finest. It becomes addicting when you are bombarded with stories, clippings, census records, death indexes and so on and so forth. Not to mention pictures of those who have been before who look exactly you or someone else in the family. I find that rather creepy but I digress. So what has Prairie Woman found out:
I found that an editor of a paper in Ohio was a direct ancestor by the name of Samuel Parker. I found that the Parkers were a pretty widespread family that was constantly on the move. I found that the Parkers immigrated to Frontenac Ontario County, Canada in the late 1700s from Fermanagh, Ireland. Some of them even earlier to New York in the 1600s. I found a relative that had served in the War of 1812. I found that they moved down through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Iowa, and into Minnesota with some moving onward to Dakota Territory. I found that the names of children are not always the same from one census record to another. How does one change from the name Willis to Clifford? Seriously, people, in the current upcoming census for the sake of your descendents’ sanity don’t change the names of your children. Sheesh, what a nightmare.
Another interesting fact is that one of my great x 4 grandfather’s brothers, Daniel, had eleven wives. That is a lot of wives all at once. Yep, he was a Mormon and hung out with Brigham Young in Canada for awhile. I can’t even tell you the number of children he had as I didn’t count them; but there were lots of them. I don’t know anything about Mormonism, nor to I begrudge them their beliefs, but it was rather shocking to find this in the family tree. A friend of mine said that it would account for about 1000 sixth cousins for me. That’s a lot of cousins. I found that my father’s brother Howard is very difficult to track down. I found that my grandfather on my father’s side went by the name John. Although his real name was Albert. There we go with the name changing thing again. Nightmare. Pure nightmare. Interestingly enough, this particular family also immigrated to Frontenac, Canada only they had been in the U.S. for approximately 100 years prior to that. I found that my great-great-great-great grandfather married a woman and it seemed to be the end of the story. Ah, resolution, she died and he remarried. Lots of remarries in those days.
Passing down names is a wonderful thing. Until you get to the point where Daniel is the father of Henry who is the father of Daniel who is the father of Henry. It gets your head spinning in confusion in a hurry that is for sure.
I have lots more rummaging to do as we have gone back into the census records of England and Ireland which is totally awesome.
So, if you decide to engage in geneology at anytime remember that it is a name game that never ends. Your family tree is the true never-ending story that goes on and on and on.