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Helping With Genealogy Then Get The BOOT!

I had been contacted by a member of site. A gentleman we’ll name “Paul”. Paul had asked if I could take a look at his family tree, and see if there were any mistakes before his posted it public. Public as in so others can see it. He didn’t want to do this if the information was wrong, understandable. Being a genealogy freak of course I took on the request. I sent back some of the questions I always ask. 

  1. What are they looking for? Ex: dates, facts, names, burial etc.
  2. Birth, Death or Marriage certificates?
  3. Spelling of names

“Paul” sent back answers to the questions. I seen a name I knew. Why, it was in my family tree also. I had to get my notes on my tree to compare information and to give correct information. I took a short break to grab something to eat, and settle down to take an all nighter to do some digging. I wanted to for fill this “Paul” request for help with his family tree. Plus, I wanted to know if in fact we were related. 

I did find a few mistakes in “Paul’s” family tree nothing big. Married names as maiden names, a few dates, multiples of the same person and married couples but not the spouses first name. Nothing to big to figure out and fix. 

As “Paul” and I continued to sent messages back and forth, with more answers and more questions. And him wanting me to help fix his tree, I asked if he felt like changing his settings on his family tree so that I would able go in and make those changes. “Paul” didn’t think twice about it. Once I got the invite I went to town, fixing little mistakes and adding information I knew was correct from my tree. “Paul” staying contact with me, and I did him. The questions started to shorten as the answers were being given. 

I had shared with “Paul” we were related and how. As I had explained to “Paul” how we were related through a family member of his and my family member mine, he was surprised and glad to find a family member as I was too. I added the information I had in my family tree to “Paul’s” family tree which would show him how we were related, nothing close. “Paul’s” tree began to grow like a wild flowers. I had filled in blanks, that were empty. I worked on his family tree for about a week, thinking we would work on the connection we had in our families together. BUT..

There’s always a But.. to my surprise today, “Paul” has removed me from his tree, and is not accepting messages on ancestry any longer. This was all after he had sent me messages throughout the day today. I didn’t learn this until I sat down to add an obituary to “Paul’s” family tree. Wow what a way to end that. 

I’m not sure if “Paul” was upset of the obituary I had found, with a spouse’s married name which he had but not the wive’s husband first name. I had shared with him that I’ve had this happened in my family tree. I found an ancestor buried with the first spouse’s last name and not the spouse’s name they had at death. “Paul,” sent back a message with “Wow” and a little more details and that he had a lot of work to do. I sent back message letting him know if he needed help to let me know. But I didn’t think it would mean I could no longer contact “Paul” when I found more information. 

I understand it’s up the each genealogist take on who can help and can’t help, but it would have been nice to know after helping him, that my work would be ended. But.. There’s that BUT.. I was able to add the information he had on his family tree to mine, but not the photo’s his had. 

I have been tossing around going into business helping others with their family tree’s and research, but it’s moments like these that turn my cheek to the idea. “Paul” had told me how good I was at this, and how helpful I was for him, all the words one likes to hear. Has “Paul’s” action stopped me from helping others? No, I’ll just chalk “Paul” in the book as, limit myself with answers. I know that sounds mean, but I feel if you’re asking someone for help be nice about it and not act like this. These actions turn a lot of genealogist away from helping others. 

End of Rant.

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70-Year-Old-Family-History returned

Antique Stores Junkie!!! 
***The dream date**

I took the picture of the pictures.

***carry tissues*** Having a hobby of visiting Antique stores is a privilege. To be able to witness belongs that has once belonged to someone’s loved one, a great friend, or even an enemy. The military items break my heart. To know that someone wore that gear to protect us the American’s Antique stores are a gamble, they have what you’re looking for they don’t. Items may be in excellent condition or have some wear and tear. Those items that need the extra TLC seem to be the family heirlooms that have been abandoned, pushed the back out of site. Musky smell, that smell of the cellar, wood burning furnace, cardboard boxes that have been touched by the flood waters.

I do not take credit for the picture or story. You will find them on their facebook page.

***be careful where you walk*** Antique Stores can be extremely addicting. To tell the truth, I see the work Antique my heart skips a beat. 
I was on cloud nine when I went to visit our daughter yesterday. There’s an antique store there in the little town of Noblesvilles. There’s no way to past this storefront up. There were tons if eye-catching goodies in the window. The building is three stories, decked out with wall to wall, floor to ceiling everything thought of I believe.

I took a picture of the picture.

***Plan to spend hours*** When visiting an antique store I keep in mind what I want to pay and what is my next project to work on. I mostly purchase, pictures, postcards, newspaper clips, wedding invitations, funeral cards, I have bought books, but I find those are hard to find the families. The books can sell for lots of money. I pay anywhere from ten cents to three dollars for a picture, just depends on the condition.

I took this picture.

***Don’t be afraid ask for a lower price*** Postcards, I’ve been pretty lucky with purchasing those. Believe it or not, I have seen postcards with no information on them sell for eight to ten dollars. When I’m touring through a box of postcards, I check the price on each one. I’ve paid anywhere from 5 cents to two dollars, with information on them. I only buy postcards with information on them. It may take a bit longer but, I sort the postcards into groups by price and name. It may take me extra trips back to the store to purchase all the postcards that belong to one family. And I may find some in another place in the store.

I took this picture of these photos.
I took this picture.

***Say Cheese*** Newspaper clippings, wedding invitations, funeral cards, and letters. The Antique Store I buy these items from are normally in bundles or in plastic sleeves to protect them. Pricing on these items is such a difference in price. Some can be twenty-five cents to hundreds. I’ve paid twenty-five cents to six dollars. The oldest newspaper article I have bought was two dollars. For two dollars I received, two newspaper articles, a wedding invitation and a movie ticket. I brought happiness to a family after seventy years. Those items were reunited with the family before Christmas 2018. 

I took this picture

I took this picture

***Don’t forget to give Thanks*** War Ration books and coins. When I first created my Photos Finding Families-Genealogy group, is when I purchased my first War Ration books. I had heard about these books, but never them. This past fall I was able to purchase Coin Rotations. The most I have paid these items is three dollars. I was moved in a store when I came across a lieutenant sworn into office certificate. I did pay ten dollars for this, and I was able to have this back with the family before Christmas 2018. For the Coin Ration, I have found a connection in my own family tree that these may belong to.

I took this picture

*** Pray for Peace*** Bibles they can break the bank. I was lucky that I found one at a rummage sale paid one dollar. Yes, one dollar. Who would have thought a dollar for a Bible that contained information of the person it belonged to. The Bible was lost when the family member passed away in a nursing home. The Bible was lost in the process of moving the loves items out. The son, was in shock with I contacted him through Facebook. Bible reunited with son shortly after Christmas 2018.

If you in the Ohio or Indiana visit these Antique Stores. All of these stores have facebooks.

Ohio area

I do not take credit for th picture. It was found on their facebook page

Covered Bridge Antique Mall Ravens Nest Resale
7508 Hamilton Ave Cincinnati, Ohio 45231 Phone (513) 521-5739

I do not take credit for the picture. It was found on their facebook page

Ohio Valley Antique Mall Grand Antique Mall
7285 Dixie Highway (Route 4) Fairfield, Ohio 45014 Phone (513) 874-7855

Indiana area

I do not take credit for the picture. I found it on their facebook page

Keys To The Past Antiques and More
656 Main Street Brookville, Indiana 47012 Phone (765) 647-1374

I do not take credit for the picture. I found it on their facebook page.

Noblesville Antique Mall
20 North 9th Street Noblesville, Indiana 46060 Phone (317) 773-5095
Noblesville, Indiana 46060

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Five years later I receive a message.

I had sent a fellow genealogist a message through Ancestry on Sept. 29, 2014, asking about Mabel Story, and 5 years later I receive a message back.
Just a bit of back tracking: 
Mabel Story had a sister Thelma Story who had married a James Meyer. Thelma had been born in Bloomington, Indiana, after marrying James Meyer they moved to Ohio. I had visited the library in Brockville, Indiana, and had some luck finding newspaper articles of her family, but not a whole lot about her. That is where I hit the brick wall and gave up. 
On Jan. 14, 2019, I received a message from Thelma’s great nephew. Thelma’s sister Mabel’s was his great aunt. I finally made time to sit down and find my notes from 2014, what a job. I’m glad to say I found them. I’m sent a message back connecting some of the dots, in hopes that the two of us can figure out this “Story”. I have hope.