Must. Click. On. The. Leaf.Posted: September 21, 2011
Okay. I’ll admit it. I have a problem. They say the first step is admitting it, right? So…I am.
But, really, I can stop any time I want! Really I can!
We tried out Ancestry.com about a year or so ago and after one long week in which M threatened to stage an intervention, we have gone on sporadically, adding and researching family connections. We discovered interesting things, have learned a great deal about both parts of our families, and generally have gotten our money’s worth.
More recently, I have fallen back into the A.c research, spurred on by another shadowbox full of medals we’ve identified as being my great-grandfather’s, including a Silver Star (to go with the two Bronze Stars, multiple purple hearts, and one Japanese Order of the Treasury, 3rd Class (which I am still researching)).
But…some interesting things.
First we have the wedding photo of my great-great grandparents on the Robinson side.
On the other side, the man who would become Lloyd and Cassie’s in-laws (his daughter would marry Lloyd and Cassie’s son, Oliver P Robinson (Sr.).
Next, we have the wedding photos (separate) of George H.G. Gale and his wife, Martha Lucinda Wilson, 1884.
Lastly, we have this image. This man, Oliver Prescott Robinson Jr. is the grandson of the above folks, and he was my great-uncle. My side of the family has long thought that he died without a wife or children, and it wasn’t until playing around on ancestry that we discovered that he did, in fact, have both, and that his son had a son. How cool is that!
This is from his West Point senior yearbook:
This is the write-up. S. about died when she saw the photo and read it. She then asked if I was 100% certain I wasn’t descended from him instead of his younger brother.
West Point’s man of thunder takes the floor! The stupendous applause is a mere interruption in the natural course of events to our orator-soldier, our author-wit, our philosopher-bard. He allows the dead silence to coagulate, then—a Herculean voice booms out across that acrid vastness and words of wisdom, saturated wit hwit, cleave the heavy air. Like waves of an infinite sea falling on a moonlit shore, gems of thought and brilliant phrases roll over an enlightened Corps.
Here is a man who strides the public rostrum with the ease that he walks a tour; who speaks with the grace that only a last-section man can conjure. Still, while the beauty of affection ever cheers his roof, those dwelling with him will feel the force of his constitution in doings of the day, even better than it can be measured by his public or designed display.
The next blog will address my new links to royalty. Yes, Lady Godiva was a great-times-twenty-something aunt while Henry Beauclerc (aka, King Henry the 1st) is my 29th great-grandfather (albeit the product of a relationship with a mistress). Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers!