The past is never past….

My eyes are tired from trying to read teeny tiny type (cursive) on very old yellow records, so, I thought I’d take a break and write a post.  Did I say these documents are yellow with age?

Each day, I try to have at least one “win” discovering something I had not previously known.  this morning I had two:

1/ first, a message from a fellow ancestry buff arrived:

Reverend John Meyrick was born in Wales Pembrokeshire,  Saint David’s parish in Wales. He was Rector of Llandachya.  He was married in 1602 to his wife Dorothy Bishop, born in 1570 in Pembrokeshire, St. David’s parish in Wales.

Dorothy was the daughter of Matthew Bishop and Elizabeth Young. They (John and Dorothy) had 14 children, the last William.  The family emigrated to the U.S.A. (English colonies) in 1636.  He died June 26, 1650 in Roxbury.

I checked it out and I had already recorded this information for my third great-grandmother’s line through her father.  But that’s not enough.  Later on when I have worked my way back up this line I will verify the sources. At present, I am still working on the 1860s.

I never copy other people’s trees, however tempting it is. But, via ancestry, I have access to some really good sources I can check out myself.  Sometimes I have to do some digging outside this source.  Which leads me to my second win.

2/ I finally nailed down Jonas Nichols’s military unit. I will probably still need to make a trip to the National Archives to get into the nitty gritty, however. One problem is the regular army did not really take off until the Civil War.  Units were formed by Acts of the President who ordered the formation of Jonas’ unit in 1861-2.

Assembled at Fort Independence in Boston, this Union unit was sent all over Virginia in everything from Second Manassas to Cold Harbor. The unit lost few men, until a Cholera outbreak in Richmond VA (during Reconstruction) in 1866, by which time Jonas, who joined in 1863 and mustered out in 1865, was living in WI and working for the railroad.


When I was an undergraduate, in my Senior Year, the President of Mary Washington College (now University) hosted a tea for us seniors. He held the tea in an antebellum building on Mayre’s Heights, famous for its part in the siege of Fredericksburg.  At that time, bullet holes fired by Union soldiers were still visible from that famous siege. I was fairly sympathetic to the South, but for all I know one of my ancestors bullet holes scarred the building.  A curious thing about the past is that it is never truly past.


Frances N on her 100th Birthday!

Frances N on her 100th Birthday!

Yesterday, my daughter’s MIL Frances celebrated her 100th birthday.  She is bright and alert and reads mysteries.  When I was clearing out my paperback copies of mysteries, I sent them to Frances.

Frances and my Aunt Marge both served in the WACs and were the same age, and born a year before my Mom.  They were the Greatest Generation.

21 thoughts on “The past is never past….

  1. You don’t wash or wax your car? Why do it? The modern clear coating wears off without wax at which point the world starts eating the metal. We wash ours regualarly and keep a coat of silicone wax on both of them. Grumpy is twenty and shows few signs of wear. the Toyota needs it’s hood repainted before some of those chips start letting the clear coat peel. I just made a decision to keep them, and now I feel obliged to maintain them. I assure you exterior maintence is new to both of us here. LOL


  2. Aunt Ellen was 114 or 115, and I don’t think she enjoyed the last few years at all. I met her in the 110’s when she drove out to visit. LOL Family…here mostly already researched and entered everywhere.

    So, how are you feeling. Ready to go for a jog? LOL


  3. It’s fun following your treasure hunt … That is what your genealogy research reminds me of. Cheers to Frances! My aunt (moms older sister) died at 105 not too long ago… All faculties intact until almost the end. She kept up with politics and the news but could still talk about her childhood .. I learned so much from her , my mom was not one to talk much about the past.


  4. Three cheers for Frances! My family was not involved in the Civil War. My mom’s side arrived in America (New York, from Ireland) in the 1850s — I don’t know why they didn’t fight, but apparently they didn’t, or if they did there’s no record of it. My dad’s family only got here in the 1890s. So do I still have to feel guilty over slavery?


    • You might be surprised if you did some digging. The draft riots in New York involved newly arrived Irish. The authorities were taking immigrants off the boats as they arrived and conscripting them

      As I am 3/4 German descent, I thought my family had no involvement. Now I am discovering Civil War vets every where in that remaining Quarter.

      Why should any of us feel guilty about what happened in the past…except some folks think all white people are guilty because they are white. My children are White but their ancestry includes people of color..a common feature among Southerners.

      PS there are extremely few “native” Americans. And belonging to a tribe is polital and economic, not biological.


  5. As far as I know, only one fairly recent family member made it anywhere near 100. He was a great uncle–a Lutheran minister who made it to 96. He smoked a corn cob pipe throughout the day, and was said to drink a few glasses of bourbon every day. So much for healthy habits! My only recollection of the man was seeing him in a rocking chair puffing on his pipe and smiling.Here’s hoping your opinion about the longevity of our generation proves true.


  6. I always enjoy reading about your genealogy journey. Someone once told me it was like being a good detective. Your daughter’s mother-in-law looks wonderful for a 100 years old. I bet she could tell a few tales.


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