WARNING: Coherence is not my strong point. Segue into Nothing accurately describes my writing style (and thought process, for that matter). Conversations in our house can change topics every fifteen seconds. Now that you've been warned, you are not allowed to complain. Topics can change for no reason at all. There is no hamster in my head, running ever foward in his little wheel ~ I have a gerbil, on meth, in one of those little plastic balls that can go anywhere. (Note: this is an analogy. I do not subject gerbils to methamphetamines. Gerbil owners understand why. So anyone from PETA who's having a heart attack over my little analogy can just get over themselves.)
It does seem a bit absurd to add another project to the pile, but they do tend to have considerable overlap. I love genealogy, have since I was about thirteen ~ and no, I won't say how long ago that was. I've recently had my parents' Super 8 film and camcorder cassettes converted to DVD and I'm editing those. For my birthday last month, I got a CanoScan 4400f. It scans slides!! How cool is that? So, now I'm scanning Mom & Dad's old slides to convert to DVD slideshows along with the home movies. (Anyone sensing a theme?) My last grandparent died 24 years ago and I still miss her. When we watched the DVD's in their raw form, there were Grandma & Grandpa Johnson walking around! There is even film of Grandpa Yaeger, who died before I was born.
Okay, now you see the link between the film projects and genealogy, but the blog still confounds, ne c'est pas? Along with random (ir)rational ramblings, I figure I'll sneak in some genealogical tidbits.
Today's tip: Not everyone entered the US through New York. This might seem obvious, and yet. . . Margaret Lampertz and Johann Zeyen (my father's maternal grandparents) could not be found anywhere at Castle Garden. I searched the website's index repeatedly, with no luck. I tried so many variations my eye's burned. After years of trying to find out exactly when they got here (and thus, perchance, whence they came) I finally checked Philadelphia. On the first attempt: there they were, arriving May 16, 1883 on the British Crown, together, along with her brother, Peter. Until then, we thought they met in Minnesota. The ship's manifest also listed their collective hometown, Burglen, Baden-Württemburg. Another brick-wall shattered, simply because I finally remembered what happens when one assumes.
Have a lovely day. And don't forget to smile at a random stranger - it will either brighten his day, or feed his paranoia, either way, it's fun.
Okay, now you see the link between the film projects and genealogy, but the blog still confounds, ne c'est pas? Along with random (ir)rational ramblings, I figure I'll sneak in some genealogical tidbits.
Today's tip: Not everyone entered the US through New York. This might seem obvious, and yet. . . Margaret Lampertz and Johann Zeyen (my father's maternal grandparents) could not be found anywhere at Castle Garden. I searched the website's index repeatedly, with no luck. I tried so many variations my eye's burned. After years of trying to find out exactly when they got here (and thus, perchance, whence they came) I finally checked Philadelphia. On the first attempt: there they were, arriving May 16, 1883 on the British Crown, together, along with her brother, Peter. Until then, we thought they met in Minnesota. The ship's manifest also listed their collective hometown, Burglen, Baden-Württemburg. Another brick-wall shattered, simply because I finally remembered what happens when one assumes.
Have a lovely day. And don't forget to smile at a random stranger - it will either brighten his day, or feed his paranoia, either way, it's fun.
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