tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19817616346504300922024-03-19T12:00:05.300-07:00 Making Their Stories KnownTelling the stories of people, places and things. Perspectives of a Family Historian who believes that everyone's story should be told and that everyone should know their own story.Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-6080828038477209702020-08-19T19:02:00.001-07:002020-08-21T22:57:09.122-07:00My New Book!!<p>I may be the worst blogger ever. I haven't posted in over a year...</p><p><span> </span>Grad school took all my time, and then this summer... well, we all know what this year has turned out to be like. So, my blog writing has really suffered. However, I have been doing writing and editing of a different kind. Since I was little, I have always wanted to write and publish my own books. So, this summer, I decided to take the leap. </p><p><span> </span>As a teenager, I wrote a book heavily influenced by Jane Austen, particularly Austen's <i>Lady Susan. </i>Like <i>Lady Susan,</i> my book is written completely in letter form. Last year I decided to pull it out and do some intensive editing. While it is still not really as good I would like it to be, I realized that it would take years before it reaches that point, so I took the plunge. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXecIYN3wusbFIPx1Zed2SivJZWh-hkZScTvfE_FKz9tupDQJfWz0dNtiotwTrwW-_eF6E_eVjuOZKVIpUOU2zvAdDht9d1LCYOfb9tNfHyVJin2INj3Yrq7B16zQ5lX0fPdiw3DyfOtQ/s2048/IMG_6995.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXecIYN3wusbFIPx1Zed2SivJZWh-hkZScTvfE_FKz9tupDQJfWz0dNtiotwTrwW-_eF6E_eVjuOZKVIpUOU2zvAdDht9d1LCYOfb9tNfHyVJin2INj3Yrq7B16zQ5lX0fPdiw3DyfOtQ/w158-h210/IMG_6995.jpg" width="158" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> <i>For Better or Worse </i>is a short and easy read that you'll probably only enjoy if you enjoy reading Jane Austen. While my dream is to write historical fiction (especially about my ancestors), I will work up to that :)</p><p><span> </span>I've self published through Amazon, and if you're interested, here is the link: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Better-Worse-McKall-Erin-Ruell/dp/B08FTVLWHX/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=">https://www.amazon.com/Better-Worse-McKall-Erin-Ruell/dp/B08FTVLWHX/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=</a></p><p>But, of course, there is no pressure to look it up :)</p><p>Thank you to everyone who supports this blog! It means the world to me!</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>Sincerely yours,</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>McKall Erin Ruell</span><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></p>Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-38412494302692230062019-06-20T22:08:00.000-07:002019-06-20T22:08:15.152-07:00Serial "My Works Will Follow Me: The Life of Peter McIntyre" Chapter One<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This project will
probably take me years and years to get it where I want it to be, but I told
myself this was the time to start. My fifth great grandfather, Peter McIntyre, was born in Scotland during 1790, and wrote an autobiography. He was also the
first ancestor that I really researched when I was 8 or 9 years old. That fact,
along with him being Scottish, has always made him dear to my heart. When I
started to read his autobiography again last summer, I decided that someday I wanted to
write a historical fiction about him so that my family would enjoy reading and learning about him. When I went back to re-read his autobiography to start brainstorming, the second paragraph jumped out and me, and it almost seemed as if he was asking me to write about him. He said:</span></div>
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this will be useful to my sons or daughters after my departure from them, as I
know I must rest from my labors, and my works will follow me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-4243f715-7fff-1c92-f8d1-3929b1a4cd19"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Peter's life was full of adventure and meaning, and I feel wholly inadequate to capture it in story form. But I hope this will be something my future children, or nieces and nephews, are able to use to learn about their incredible ancestor. I plan to rely heavily on the autobiography, along with historical records, to make Peter’s story as accurate as possible. Although some fictitious people, dialogue, and a little of the plot must be allowed to help the flow of the narrative. Especially since Grandpa McIntyre’s autobiography, as grateful as I am for it, isn’t always the most well written and cohesive of literature. Look in the chapter notes for references to the sources I use and for notes on what is fiction and what is not. Keep in mind that these are, in most cases, more like draft forms of the chapters, and I plan on going back and editing them as I go along. And, as always, suggestions and advice are always welcome, though I will say be gentle. This type of writing really makes me feel like I’m putting my heart on the line and I really going to learn to have tough skin :) Now all that being said, I hope that you enjoy this serial, and perhaps learn as much from it as I will in the research and writing process!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
day of March 17, 1790 was a cold and dreary one. Archibald McIntyre looked on
anxiously as several women from the village of Succoth, Scotland, worked around
his wife. He glanced down at the infant in his arms, grateful for the strong
squirming boy. He sighed and prayed that God would also spare the new baby’s
mother. Maggie MacLean, seeing his look, came over and put a hand on his arm.
“Dinna<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> fash</i> Archibald, we will do all
we can to save her.” “Aye, I know you will.” Looking back towards the patient
she said, “Mary is strong, I have not lost hope yet.” He nodded, unable to
speak for the emotion he felt. She began to gather her things. “I must return
home to my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">bairns</i> tonight, but Agnes
and Margaret are to stay with you. I will return as soon as I can in the
mornin.” He nodded again. “I thank you.” As she left he took a seat near the
bed, bouncing the baby in his arms some as the little one began to make fussing
noises. The mother’s eyes were closed, too weak to move. Presently Agnes
Campbell, an older woman, who in other circumstances was seen as rather round
and jolly, came over to Archibald. “I’ll take the wee thing from you now
Archibald. I reckon he is probably in need of some feedin.” Archibald nodded
and handed the baby to her. She looked at the tired husband and father for a
moment, and paused, as if wondering if she should say what was obviously on her
mind. “I dinna wish to say this, but I think it best if you prepare yourself.”
Tears filled her eyes as she continued, “I’ve seen God take home new mothers
stronger than she is now. You have all ye’r other <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">bairns</i> to think of, as well as this wee man.” Tears filling his own eyes now, Archibald only nodded. As Agnes walked away with the baby, he put his head in his hands, completely exhausted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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awoke the next morning with a start. The fact that he had been able to fall
asleep at all was a marvel to him. Alarmed, he looked at his wife on the bed in
front of him. Margaret Campbell, the youngest daughter of Agnes, was attending
the patient, whose face still appeared pale and languid. Seeing he was awake,
Margaret said, “She’s holdin’ on awhile yet.” He sighed in relief. There was
still hope, small though it was. At that moment Maggie MacLean walked through
the door. She came directly to Archibald. “Do not be cast down.” She knelt in
front of him and put a comforting hand on his arm. “Mary McGlashan will not die
yet, I dreamed last night and seed her in a great hall near a throne holding a
large lighted candle in her hand.” He smiled faintly. He was a believing man,
and had faith in such things. Maggie looked to the cradle beside Archibald and
picked up the baby. “Do you know what ye’ll call this wee laddie yet?” Archibald
nodded and smiled more fully as he looked at his newborn son. “Aye. Mary wants
to call him Peter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">While the details
of Peter’s birth are limited to a paragraph in his autobiography, the account
of the dream in the dialogue in this chapter, is word for word (see Peter
McIntyre autobiography, digital copy, Call No. MS 3261, Church History Library, Salt Lake City, Utah, catalog.lds.org : accessed June 19 2019, page 2.) However, Peter never gave the name
of his mother’s friend, so the name of Maggie MacLean, as well as Agnes and
Margaret Campbell are fictional. I have also chosen to spell the names of
McIntyre and McGlashan as they are spelled in the autobiography, though in the
Parish birth and marriage records they are more commonly spelled as MacIntyre
and McGlashain.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>This discrepancy in
name spelling is not uncommon as the English spelling of names in Scotland were
an attempt to write how the Gaelic names sounded. Another discrepancy is
Peter's birth date. He lists the day of his birth as March 17, while the entry
in the birth register is March 18. I have chosen to go with the 17th to
correspond with the autobiography, though I am more inclined to believe the
birth register. Also, you might have noticed my attempt at using words to
portray the Scottish accent as well as Scottish words themselves. I have marked a couple of them in italics. Most of the Scottish words I will use is this story will be
checked for accuracy in their meaning and in their being used in the right time
period using a Dictionary of Scottish Language (</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.dsl.ac.uk/"><span style="color: windowtext; mso-bidi-font-family: "Palatino Linotype"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Palatino Linotype";">http://www.dsl.ac.uk/</span></a></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">).
However, I will apologize now if I make a mistake or make anything sound
ridiculous. That is definitely not my intention. If anyone has more knowledge
about the Scottish language, please comment, fill out the contact information
boxes on the right, or email me! I would love to learn more!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Peter
McIntyre, Peter McIntyre Autobiography, Digital image, </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 16px; text-indent: 0px;">Call No. MS 3261, Church History Library, Salt Lake City, Utah, catalog.lds.org : accessed June 19 2019.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Old
Parish Registers, Births, 534/2 10 68, Strachur, entry for Peter MacIntyre
March 20 1790, Page 68 of 157, Digital image, Scotland’s
People(scotlandspeople.gov.uk : accessed June 18, 2019),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>©Crown copyright, National Records of
Scotland.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-57602667105785780392019-06-18T09:03:00.000-07:002019-06-18T09:10:52.804-07:00A Picture Worth a Thousand Words: Sarah Belle and Evelyn Winch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Evelyn Caroline Winch Prey, and Sarah Belle Burnap Winch, my great grandmother,
and great, great grandmother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Having this
picture of Evelyn as a baby is a great treasure, not only because I don't have
many baby pictures of my ancestors, but it is also fun to see family
resemblances. One of my sisters looked very similar to Evelyn as a baby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Evelyn
Caroline Winch was born 21 July 1907 in the beautiful village of East Aurora,
New York, to Sarah Belle Burnap and Arthur Isaac Winch. She was very talented
pianist and lived in many different places throughout her life. I have very few
memories of her, but I have pictures of her, showing me how to bake. She died
on the 16 December 1995 in Kanab, Utah.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sarah Belle
Burnap was born on 17 May 1887 in New York to Edward Burnap and Caroline Mary
Stedman. I remember my grandmother telling me that, as a child, she always
thought Sarah Belle a stern woman. I think you can see in her face that she had
a strenuous life. Her family growing up was very poor. We found a newspaper
article in the Old Fulton Postcard newspaper collection, of a time where her
family's home burned down, and the family took refuge in a nearby farmyard
(perhaps that will be a story for a future blog post). I think in many ways her
life was one of survival, and this time raising a brand-new baby must have
brought its own challenges. She died 29 September 1964, (incidentally the year
my mother was born), and is buried in the Village of East Aurora.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<fs-more-less data-test-date="" title="17 March 1790" truncate-length="90">Peter McIntyre was born 17 March 1790 in Succoth, Argyllshire, Scotland, to Archibald MacIntyre and Mary McGlashan.</fs-more-less><br />
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<fs-more-less data-test-date="" title="17 March 1790" truncate-length="90">He was baptized as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1840 and served as a Christian missionary for years throughout the Highlands. </fs-more-less><br />
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Something unique about Peter is that he wrote his autobiography, giving details about his time fighting in the Napoleonic Wars, being a missionary and travelling to Utah.<br />
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One of my current projects is writing a historical fiction novel from his autobiography. A labor of love that is taking me a long time!<br />
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<br />Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-31159502455170972852019-03-29T07:18:00.000-07:002019-03-29T07:18:00.054-07:00Connected in Strykersville<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Once, when driving through New York a couple of summers ago, in a small town called Strykersville, my mom and I saw a small sign on the side of the road: "Strykersville Pioneer Cemetery." Though to our knowledge we had no ancestors from Strykersville, the quaint sign with the old swinging gate, surrounded by tall trees, called to me, and we decided to park the car on the side of the road and explore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">There were several stones near the front, belonging to Revolutionary War veterans, a discovery which delighted me! Growing up in the west, I had never come across such old relics of the past, and my imagination wandered to far off times and places where freedom and liberty was so valiantly sacrificed for. I wondered what all the tall trees I then stood in the midst of, had seen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I was saddened that so many of the headstones in this solemn place had been forgotten and left to decay. But, standing among them, I felt strongly connected to these seemingly forgotten people. I was not related to them, did not known their names, yet they, whoever they were, were real to me. I realized that you don't need to be related to someone or even know their name, to be able to feel connected to them. And really, isn't that why family history and history are important? So that we can be connected through the ages?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">On that same trip to New York, in a small shop, I came across a plaque with this quote:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make." - William Morris</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">How fitting to find this quote only a few days after being in Strykersville; a place where, though not on the records of my family tree, I made a tender connection.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6c2tMr5m0qguetaqDA-lfRqjs9JH6U1LuBuVs4x6SIZ9GftB7nAYvEFz33VfscPfjrmh-4aY80-vjIiPHjlC_9fMZurNEHGR0o905MBW5eCfnigdFWdk3-hcKZWlECCQeHKyBcw5iRw/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6c2tMr5m0qguetaqDA-lfRqjs9JH6U1LuBuVs4x6SIZ9GftB7nAYvEFz33VfscPfjrmh-4aY80-vjIiPHjlC_9fMZurNEHGR0o905MBW5eCfnigdFWdk3-hcKZWlECCQeHKyBcw5iRw/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">A little girl
looked up as her mother walked through the door. At the mother’s call, both the
girl and her little brother rose, and each took their mother’s hand. “My
dears, I have an important matter to discuss with both of you. Come with me.”
As she spoke, she led the children to the adjoining room and there, before
their eyes, was laid out an assortment of th</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">e most beau</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">tiful toys. Dolls of different sizes
with the most detailed, beautiful clothing, and various mechanical toys made
the children’s eyes grow wide. The mother’s eyes saddened for a moment but
became firm with determination as she thought about the importance of what she
was about to do. “Children, I had intended to give you some handsome New Year’s
gifts, but I am afraid that because of the cold weather, the poor are in so
much need of blankets, clothes and bread, to protect them from the rigour of
the season, that my money has been spent.” Kneeling so that both of her
children could see her face clearly, she said, “This year you may only have the
pleasure of looking at these new playthings, as it is a duty to succor the
unfortunate.” The young children, though highly disappointed, nodded their
heads. Their mother then led them back to her sitting room and sat with them,
one on each side. “Now children, as many other mothers this season will not
have enough money to buy their children toys, as I have not, I am rather afraid
that the toy man will not be able to sell as many toys. Therefore, do you not
think that perhaps we should pay him for his journey here today in bringing
those toys, as well as console him that he was not able to sell them?”
Forgetting her own loss for the moment, the little girl eagerly nodded her head
saying “Oh yes mother please! I should feel sorry if we did not.” Perhaps the
little girl had learned a lesson from her mother th</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">at day. Her m</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">other was Marie Antoinette,
Queen of France.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="font-family: "palatino linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></a></span></div>
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Marie Antoinette and her life have been shared throughout time. While I do not
in any way claim to be a well-researched scholar of her, the little I have
studied fascinates me, especially what I’ve read about her as a mother. I’ve
wanted to write about this topic for years, and now that I have, I don’t
believe that I have in any way done it justice. Years down the road, when I have done more
research, maybe I’ll be able to rewrite this. But in the meantime, here are my
thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">While the
memoirs of Marie Antoinette, left by those who probably knew her best, are
probably considered biased, part of me believes there is something to believing
in what the people who knew her best had to say.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Many royals
through the ages have seemed aloof from their children, however, several
accounts display the opposite of this queen. It is said that when her first
daughter was born, she said<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">:
“Poor little one, you are not desired, but you will be none the less dear to
me! A son would have belonged to the state--you will belong to me.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span><!--[endif]--></span></a> </span>Professor Hugo Thieme wrote that
“<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">After this event the queen
gave herself up to thoughts and pursuits of a more serious nature. In 1779 the
dauphin was born, and from that period Marie Antoinette considered herself no
longer a foreigner.” “During these years she was the most devoted of mothers;
she personally looked after her four children, watched by their bedsides when they
were ill, shutting herself up with them in the château so that they would not
communicate their disease to the children who played in the park.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span><!--[endif]--></span></a> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Later, when the
family were prisoners it was said that both the queen and king tutored their
children in academics, and both were loved dearly by their children.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span><!--[endif]--></span></a> Princess Marie Therese Charlotte wrote the following of her
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<span lang="EN" style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“On the 3d of July, they read us a decree
of the Convention ordering that my brother be separated from us and lodged in a
more secure room in the Tower. Hardly had he heard it when he flung himself
into his mother's arms uttering loud cries, and imploring not to be parted from
her. My mother, on her side, was struck down by the cruel order; she would not
give up her son, and defended, against the municipals, the bed on which she
placed him. They, absolutely determined to have him, threatened to employ
violence and to call up the guard. My mother told them they would have to kill
her before they could tear her child from her. An hour passed in resistance on
her part, in threats and insults from the municipals, in tears and efforts from
all of us. At last they threatened my mother so positively to kill him and us
also that she had to yield for love of us…”<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span><!--[endif]--></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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telling me to have courage, to take good care of my aunt, and to obey her as a
second mother, repeated to me the same instructions that my father had given me;
then throwing herself into my aunt's arms she commended her children to her. I
answered nothing, so terrified was I at the idea that I saw her for the last
time; my aunt said a few words to her in a low voice. Then my mother went away
without casting her eyes upon us, fearing no doubt that her firmness might
abandon her. She stopped once at the foot of the Tower, because the municipals
had to make a procès-verbal to discharge the concierge from the care of her
person. As she went out, she struck her head against the lintel of the door,
not thinking to lower it. They asked her if she was hurt. ‘Oh, no,’ she said;
‘nothing can hurt me now.’<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span><!--[endif]--></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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curses which the unhappy, misguided people poured forth against her. Her courage
did not abandon her in the cart, nor on the scaffold; she showed as much in
death as she had shown in life.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span><!--[endif]--></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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life, are those of my family. I don’t believe Marie Antoinette was perfect, and
I don’t know as much about her life as I would like, but in the eyes of those
close to her at least, she was a woman who had their love and respect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Jeanne Louise Henriette (Genet) Campan, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Memoirs of the Court of Marie Antoinette, Queen of France,</i> Book 1,
E-book, Amazon Kindle, pages 2780 and 2801. Creative liberty was taken</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">,
especially with the dialogue, to help create the narrative. I have tried to
stay close to the idea the original author was suggesting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Hugo Paul Thieme, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Woman:
Women of Modern France</i>, Vol. 7, online book,
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32727/32727-h/32727-h.htm, Chapter 12. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Ibid. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; line-height: 115%;">“Ruin of a Princess,” The Story of My
Life, accessed January 28, 2019, </span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/wormeley/princess/princess.html#90">http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/wormeley/princess/princess.html#90</a></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;">, 127 and 245.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; line-height: 115%;">Ibid, </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; line-height: 115%;">266-267. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; line-height: 115%;">Ibid,
269. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-small;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/Mother%20of%20a%20Princess%20(1).docx#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><sup><span lang="EN"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Ibid, 278.</span></span></div>
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Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-28286884063689225402019-03-15T21:48:00.002-07:002019-03-16T21:53:41.938-07:00My RootsTech Story (and a little recap)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 13pt;">This isn't </span><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">necessarily</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"> a story, although I suppose it is part of my own life story, so scratch that!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13pt;">Flash back to RootsTech
2015: I had never heard of RootsTech, but I had just applied to Brigham Young
University’s Family History and Genealogy program, and so when my parents
suggested I go, I was all for it. While I had always enjoyed doing family
history and genealogy as a teenager, I was still very much an infant in my
knowledge of it. RootsTech was my introduction not only to many of the basic
skills of family history, but also to the genealogical world. I also met many
of the BYU Family History faculty, and between that and all the classes I went
to, it was confirmed in my mind that the decision I had made to apply to the program was the right one for me. Two weeks after RootsTech, when I got my
acceptance letter to BYU, I was beyond excited to begin my journey into the Family
History and Genealogy profession.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After my first RootsTech and <br />
acceptance to BYU</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13pt;">RootsTech 2016, 2017
and 2018, my class schedule and finances only made it possible for me to attend
the free Family Discovery Day at RootsTech while volunteering at the BYU booth
in the Expo Hall. But each year I learned something new and my increased
knowledge from all of my classes during the year, gave me a new perspective
each RootsTech.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Now to RootsTech 2019: I
was finally able to attend all four days and my perspective was a little different
going into RootsTech this year than it was my first year. As a graduated
student, hoping to find my niche in the Genealogical world, and with more of a
focused view of which classes I went to, I couldn’t help but compare in my mind
the differences and similarities of my first year and this one. The most notable,
and obvious difference, was that unlike my first year, I was able to attend
intermediate to advanced classes <i>and </i>understand
the lingo </span><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;">😊</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79otCDlkvJXQcbWCPgYK_n3DqhL9k3Kq7ZiAhBgQTIxyl2_6asy6CxyypaCQULz1vq_PjfmkmxQoqbu-2DOEDeIZ6tc2erde0k2zXdEGDC4s14j48buoEgqu-kJz-z3aroD1Z5xMAwYg/s1600/C53BB798-B77F-458E-BF0E-7FAC23C4D6AF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="961" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79otCDlkvJXQcbWCPgYK_n3DqhL9k3Kq7ZiAhBgQTIxyl2_6asy6CxyypaCQULz1vq_PjfmkmxQoqbu-2DOEDeIZ6tc2erde0k2zXdEGDC4s14j48buoEgqu-kJz-z3aroD1Z5xMAwYg/s320/C53BB798-B77F-458E-BF0E-7FAC23C4D6AF.jpg" width="192" /></a><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The other difference was
definitely networking. My first year the thought of introducing myself to
anyone other than the professors from BYU didn’t occur to me, but this year it
was a constant thought at the back of my mind. That being said, was I very good
at networking this year? Probably not. As a naturally reserved person
networking is something that is harder for me than other things and something I
am working on one step at a time. But the good thing is I can already see some
improvement in myself in that area, small though it may be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I was surprised at the
similarities I found between the first year and this year. Just like 2015, this
year of RootsTech filled me with so much inspiration and motivation! If you
ever feel that you need to put some more fire back into your family history
life, RootsTech is the place to do it. Just like my first year gave me the
courage to continue on with my decision of studying Family History, this year,
what I learned at RootsTech gave me the courage to put myself out there more on
social media, and to start working towards accreditation. After RootsTech this year I feel renewed, and I am so excited for the future!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Apart from my personal self discoveries explained above, I also learned so much from each class! I decided I would share some of the highlights from a few of my favorite classes. Hopefully they will inspire you as they did me <span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">😊</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><u>Hear Them Sing! Social History in your Family Narrative</u> - Rebecca Whitman Koford</span></span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Social History: The study of ordinary people</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Writing -</span></span></span></li>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Tune Up: Gather facts</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Theme Song: Personality</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Weave in Melody: Research general history</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Harmonize: Research specific history</span></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji" , sans-serif; font-size: 17.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; font-size: 17.3333px;">Hear Them Sing: Bring out their voice</span></span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><u>Uncovering Family Stories with British & Irish Historic Newspapers</u>-Myko Clelland</span></span></div>
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Return to findmypast.org often, because new newspapers are added frequently</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Use wildcards in your search</span></span></li>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">+ before a word = the word must be present</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">- before a word = the word is not in the result</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">"word or phrase" = get it exactly</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Avoid dates as much as possible, they can narrow it down too much.</span></span></li>
</ul>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><u>New York Research Essentials</u> - Ashley Lish, D. Joshua Taylor, Frederick Wertz</span></span></div>
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">State census records</span></span></li>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">1825-1845 - Names of the household</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">1865-1875 - Includes more information</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">1855-1875 - Includes special schedules, including some marriage and death schedules</span></span></li>
</ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Fultonsearch.org - a better way of searching the Fulton Postcards website</span></span></li>
</ul>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><u>Finding 17th Century English Ancestors</u> - Else Churchill</span></span></div>
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Tax Records</span></span></li>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Subsidies</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">"Free & Cheerful Gift" 1625</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Ship money 1630-40</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Poll Taxes 1641-1697</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">St. Paul's Cathedral Fund 1677/8</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Hearth Tax 1662-1689</span></span></li>
</ul>
</ul>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><u>Perspectives on Accreditation</u> - Diana Elder, Julie Stoddard, Lisa Stokes</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">[This class convinced me to start working towards accreditation!!!]</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Level 1</span></span></div>
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">1,000 hours experience</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">500 of those in the region of interest</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">80 hours in each administration district</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Four generation project</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Pedigree Charts</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Family Group Records</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Key Source documents</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Research Log</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Report</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Clear Strong objective</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Evidence Analysis</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Source Citations (not specific style, but consistent)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Transcriptions & Abstracts</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Future Research</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Level 2</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Document Interpretation</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Create a research plan based on the document</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Some regions have language requirements</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Level 3</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">4 Hour Research Project</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Oral Review</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">How to Prepare:</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Start now!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Attend classes and conferences</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Keep track of your hours</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Use ICAPGen resources</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Read, research and write!</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;"><u>Finding the Poor & Destitute Irish</u> - Brian Donovan</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">In 1922, the records building was destroyed</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Land & security records survive because Britain wanted to keep track of the Irish</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Registry of Deeds - irishdeedsindex.net</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">There are maps on Trinity College's website</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">The Land Commision</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">Founded in 1881 to establish fair rents</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">1885 Ashbourne Act - broke up the estates</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">For Northern Ireland you can get the records on PRONI (Public Record Office of Northern Ireland)</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">These are only a few of the classes I went to, and only a very small bit of what I learned from each class! I'm already counting down the days until next year's RootsTech!</span></span></div>
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Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-77944229788905095972019-01-26T21:06:00.000-08:002019-06-20T13:54:03.010-07:00The Life of Mary Jane was not Plain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezrSadRTTqNvUJQzwOFDSHDo0_8080NMReTHCltyVI6wMKjrIHCAEe2rSLETvnQB30mCg1hGswDGc7Kz-44zQNr96RcWXqCDWpGpYxzqBiaMeDUq-VNpy2fes7SfhQ7vJlMSyFX-rMpE/s1600/Addison+Winch+Crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezrSadRTTqNvUJQzwOFDSHDo0_8080NMReTHCltyVI6wMKjrIHCAEe2rSLETvnQB30mCg1hGswDGc7Kz-44zQNr96RcWXqCDWpGpYxzqBiaMeDUq-VNpy2fes7SfhQ7vJlMSyFX-rMpE/s1600/Addison+Winch+Crop.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I have to give the credit of this story title to my mother. I’m a bit of a sucker for things that rhyme (I blame the Princess Bride), and considering my mom plays a part in this story it only seemed fair to let her name it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">This story begins with a family tradition.
We all have them, and they range in their believability and preposterousness (did I just make those words up?).
There are some people who would seem to stake their lives on the truth of a
story told to them by their great, great-grandmother, even when it’s not proven
truth. And then there are people like me who basically refuse to believe any
tradition unless I have proof. I’d always rather have the truth even if I find
out the truth is uglier than the family tradition. You might say it sounds like
I have personal experience with this? Why yes, yes I do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I remember once hearing a tradition from
someone in my family (can't remember who) when I was very young. My not
remembering who it was might tell you how old I was at the time it was told to
me. A perfect example of the “telephone game” aspect of family traditions.
However, what I do remember is that my ancestor, Addison Winch, a school teacher wanted
a better schoolhouse built for the children, and when no one did anything about
it, he decided to burn down the old school so that they would have to build a
new one. That was my distant, faded, and even fragmented childhood memory of
the story. Like I said, it is very possible that I am remembering what my
family told me all wrong. Imagine my mother's and my surprise when she found a
newspaper article on the Old Fulton Postcards website (</span><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html">http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html</a></span></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">), a fantastic tool for New York research.
What she found I have since transcribed. This article not only shatters the
family tradition's perception of Addison, but also sheds light on the life of his
wife, Mary Jane Hall Winch. I thought about telling the story in my own words,
but in the end, I decided the language of the article was too interesting not
to share.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"The
Buffalo Express Tuesday Morning November 21, 1898<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Family
Affair<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Barn
was Burned and Horse was Shot<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">--------<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Narrow
Escape of House<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Farm
of Addison Winch of Marilla Turned Out A Sensation for the Neighbors-No
complaint has been Lodged with Authorities<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">-------<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wales Center... - The barn on the farm
of Addison Winch, in the town of Marilla about three miles from here, was
burned about 6 o’clock this morning. The house also was damaged by fire. Mr.
Winch is alleged to have set fire to both house and barn. Incidental to the
burning of the barn and the attempt on the house it is said that a horse was
shot by Mr. Winch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The story of the affair at the Winch farm as
told by neighbors and uncontradicted so far as known by anyone is to this
effect. Mr. Winch is about 62 years old. With his wife and two children, one a
boy and the other a girl, both in their teens, he lives in a comfortable house
on his farm. He has been a semi-invalid suffering from dyspepsia, for several
years. This morning he wanted to take the horse to drive to Porterville, about
four miles from home. He said he would take his daughter with him as far as her
school. Mrs. Winch wanted to take the girl to school herself. Mrs. Winch went
to the barn, it is related, to harness the horse. Mr. Winch followed her. Mrs.
Winch led the horse from the barn. In what followed, Mr. Winch is said to have
been upset both bodily and mentally. He drew a revolver from his pocket and
shot the horse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mrs. Winch and her daughter are said then to
have gone to the house of a neighbor. Soon after their departure the barn was
seen to be burning. When neighbors arrived it was too far gone to be saved. The
house was found to be burning in two places, but the flames there were
extinguished.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A neighbor sent word to Winch’s son in school
in this village. The son called on Dr. J.D. Wooster, the family physician, who
advised him to see a justice of the peace. The justice sent words to Mrs. Winch
to come to town and lodge complaint and he would issue a warrant for the arrest
of her husband, but the invitation was not accepted. Mr. Winch himself came to
town and is now at the home of a friend. To the correspondent of The Express,
he said he was sorry that he had been led by his temper. After shooting the
horse he gave the revolver to Charles Blood, a neighbor.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one seems to be disposed to proceed against
Mr. Winch on a charge of burning his own barn and shooting his own horse."<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Documents/The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Jane%20was%20not%20Plain.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Quite the revelation, isn’t it? While Mary
Jane and Addison were still living together with their two children in 1892, by
the time the 1900 census was taken, Addison is a patient in the Buffalo State
Hospital, where it is possible he still was in 1905 and 1910.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Documents/The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Jane%20was%20not%20Plain.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> In 1915 Addison lived in
Alden, New York as a boarder; in 1920 he lived with extended family, and in
1925 he lived in Armherst, New York.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Documents/The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Jane%20was%20not%20Plain.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">[3]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Mary Jane lived with her
children in 1900, 1910, 1920, and most likely until her death in 1925.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Documents/The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Jane%20was%20not%20Plain.docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">[4]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I visited Mary Jane and Addison’s
graves, I was amused to see that while they were next to each other with the rest of the family in a row, there was a big gap between their
headstones. Whether or not this was intentional, this seemed to fit very well
with how they could have felt about each other.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">So why am I telling you this “disgraceful”
family story? Firstly, to prove you can’t believe family traditions without
doing some research. And secondly because, while dear Grandpa Addison is
hardly someone to look up to, I think Grandma Mary Jane </span><i style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">is</i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> an
example of someone who made it through hard circumstances. While I have no
evidence that she wasn’t just as cantankerous as Addison, I just get that
feeling that she wasn’t. It’s a special feeling one can get about their
ancestors now and then. I don’t get it very often, and when I do, I take it
seriously. It’s as if that ancestor wants you to know something about them when
there is just simply no other way to hear their voice. I also believe in Mary
Jane because I have seen similar experiences of women throughout history and
even in those around me. Lest I seem biased to my own sex, I must also say I’ve
seen the same in the lives of men who have had their own equally trying family
members. Perhaps what it all comes down to is that people are people. We all
make mistakes. And if Addison is any indication, sometimes life will seem
downright crazy. I can't know exactly what life was like for Mary Jane, though
I can wonder and suppose. I think in some ways she must have felt very alone.
But in a way, I feel that my thinking about her, even though it’s now years
down the road, has made her not as alone as it may have seemed to her at the
time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.3333px;">[1]The Buffalo Express, “Family Affair Barn was Burned and Horse was Shot,” Tuesday Morning November 21, 1898, online image, database, (http://www.fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html : accessed January 21, 2019).</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">[2]"New York State Census, 1892," Marilla, Erie, New York, United States, Pg. 6, ED 02, database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org : accessed 21 January 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">"United States Census, 1900," Buffalo State Hospital, Buffalo, Erie, New York, United States, ED 267, Sheet 16B, database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org : accessed 21 January 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">"New York State Census, 1905," Buffalo, Erie, New York, United States, Ward 24, E.D. 06, pg. 38, database with images, FamilySearch(https://familysearch.org : 21 January 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">"United States Census, 1910," Buffalo, Erie, New York, United States, ED 188, Sheet 18B, database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org : accessed 21 January 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">[3]"United States Census, 1920," Alden, Erie, New York, United States, ED 2, Sheet 3A, Line 2, database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org : accessed 21 January 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">[4]"United States Census, 1900," Holland Township, Erie, New York, United States, ED 248, sheet 9A, online image, FamilySearch(https://familysearch.org : accessed 26 January, 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">"United States Census, 1910," Aurora, Erie, New York, United States, ED 246, sheet 17A, database with images, FamilySearch(https://familysearch.org : accessed 26 January 2019). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">"United States Census, 1920," Buffalo Ward 25, Erie, New York, United States, ED 249, sheet 4A, database with images, FamilySearch(https://familysearch.org : accessed 26 January 2019).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">"Find A Grave Index," database, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org : accessed 26 January 2019), Mary Jane Hall Winch, 1925; Burial, Marilla, Erie, New York, United States of America, Marilla Cemetery; citing record ID 184570493, Find a Grave, http://www.findagrave.com.</span></div>
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Making Their Stories Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05679805719860483971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981761634650430092.post-77834012282031656832018-11-08T20:34:00.003-08:002019-03-11T09:04:55.925-07:00A Southern Belle Goes West: The Life of Mary Bettis Compton<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">This first story is one that I did as part of my undergrad coursework nearly two years ago. I recently dug it out of the closet and spruced it up a tiny bit. It is definitely not like I want it to be yet, but I thought since this is a story/history blog I should at least have one story on here before I have to get distracted by other things in my life. Mary is my 4th great Grandmother and I have loved learning about her. Originally the personal letter was not included in this bio, but I found it within the last few months and boy was I excited! It is a wonderful piece of her that I don't have anywhere else. As to the style of this bio, I personally think it is a little boring to read, and someday I'd love to add more of my personal style so that it's not quite so academic. But that will have to be a project for another day. I hope you enjoy learning about Mary, I certainly enjoyed researching about her. She demonstrates a life that so many of your ancestors probably lived as well. </span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">A Southern Belle Goes West: The Life of Mary Bettis Compton<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mary Bettis Compton, a southern
belle and pioneer women living in Farmington, Utah, in 1880, had
experienced much in her 64 years of life. From being a Tennessee farmer’s
daughter, to leaving her friends and family with her husband to join the Church
of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Illinois, and then crossing the country
to a desert while losing her husband along the way, is a story that most of us in
the twenty first century cannot completely understand. While many details of
her life are missing, what we do know shows a woman of courage and
determination.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mary
Bettis Compton was born on December 20, 1814 in Lebanon, Wilson, Tennessee to
James Bettis and Sarah Ann Burton.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> James, is recorded
as being a farmer, an occupation belonging to most in Tennessee during that
time.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> In 1829, James bought one hundred acres in Wilson county,
part of “Middle Tennessee.”</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Here, two of the principal crops grown by farmers were
tobacco and cotton.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Livestock was also a significant part of the farming life in
Tennessee. Not only was swine a common livestock in Tennessee, but horse farms
were also not uncommon.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Farming sustained Tennessee and while it is not known
exactly what James Bettis grew or raised</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">, farming would have been the way of
life for his daughter Mary. The harvest, the weather, and the chores, to some
extent would have been a family affair.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> Of course, at this time in
history, many had slaves which might
have lessened the workload for some children. The slave population in Tennessee
varied from county to county, but in 1860 the population in Wilson County
ranged from “3,300 to 10,000.”<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> From this number one might guess what the numbers might already have been during Mary's childhood forty years earlier. While James Bettis is not recorded as owning slaves in the 1850 census, it is
possible that Mary’s family owned some slaves at some point in their lives, and
family tradition has it that upon Mary’s marriage to Allen Compton on January
8, 1832, Mary was given a slave by her father as a wedding present.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a>
William Bettis, a resident of Wilson county and a possible relative to
Mary, owned eight slaves in 1850.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Allen
Compton, was also a native of Wilson county.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> After their marriage, the
couple lived in Wilson county for sometime, and it was the birthplace of three
of their children, William (b. 1834), James (b. 1836), and Sarah Ann (b. 1838).<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a>
When they met missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
Saints, they were baptized on the 28th of July in 1842. One
tradition claims that the family then soon moved to Illinois because of heavy persecution in Tennessee. This is not unlikely as many members of the church received heavy persecution during this time.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><sup><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a>
Eventually the Comptons joined the with the larger group of Saints as they began the
exodus from Nauvoo to Utah. The journey was hard, and the children, including
three additional children who had been born in Illinois (Elizabeth b. 1840,
John Allen b. 1842 and Emma Jane b. 1844) suffered from scurvy.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> Because of this and other
struggles, the family stayed at Council Bluffs, Iowa for a time.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a>
Then came the call from the United States government for men to aid during the
Mexican War. Mary’s husband Allen answered the call and he became a private in
Company D. During his service he also became part of the Willis Sick
Detachment.<o:p></o:p></span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">[15]</span></sup></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mary’s feelings during this time, when she was left to
provide and protect her young family on her own, can be imagined. A small
glimpse of their circumstances can be seen in a surviving letter she wrote to
Allen in 1846 (original spelling kept in transcription):</span><br />
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Husband I now take the oppertunity of <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Little family are all Enjoying good health <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Enjoying the same like Blesings I have<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you wanted me to let you Know whither there <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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next fall where we shall Enjoy Each others<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Wife untill Death”<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> The family was still in Council
Bluffs when Allen returned to them.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;" title=""><sup><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></sup></sup></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Family tradition claims
that they ran a hotel as they prepared to finally finish the trek west. Before
this could happen however, Allen died there in Council Bluffs, during 1875.</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;" title=""><sup><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></sup></sup></a></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Now
fatherless, the family still continued on to Utah. The journey for Mary at
forty-four years old and alone, must have been a great trial of faith. The
company of people they traveled with is unknown, but when they arrived in
1859, they chose to settle in
Farmington, Utah, twelve years after the first Utah settlers.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> Log cabins and adobe houses
were the most common structures in Farmington, and though no evidence of where
the family lived exactly has been found, it is very probable that their place
of abode were either of these two styles of homes.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> As the small town became
more settled, two edifices important to the Compton’s family and religious life
were built, an adobe schoolhouse in 1857 and the first chapel in 1862.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Whether or
not the Compton family turned to farming, or if they had other employments when arriving in
Farmington, is not known for sure. However, as many of the families in
Farmington were farmers, and as the family’s background was also in farming, this occupation is probable. Mary never remarried, and she and her children were listed as
laborers in the 1860 and 1870 United States censuses, though no distinction of
what kind of laborer was made.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> By
1880 Mary was living on her own, then residing in Fillmore, Millard, Utah.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><sup><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a> Other family members, including her daughter Elizabeth, continued to live
in Farmington.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> The details
of how Mary lived the rest of her life until her death on August 5, 1887, are
not known, however, one can imagine that it would have been spent being with
her family, practicing her religion and just plain surviving.<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><sup><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></sup></a>
Life if the desert of Utah was not easy for these people. Living through the
harsh winters, learning how to make crops grow in the dry desert and learning
to live with, or to protect themselves against the Native Americans as well as other
natural calamities of the frontier, were a constant struggle and process for
everyone throughout Utah. However, many came because of something they believed
in, as Mary did. This could have been family, religion, or just hope in a new
life, but whatever it was, it was important enough for Mary to leave everything
she knew in Tennessee behind her. No record has been found that Mary ever saw
any of her family in Tennessee again. Though she lived through many hardships,
Mary demonstrated that one can survive devastation and hardship, and that
through hard work and faith one can accomplish what may seem impossible. A
legacy that any of her descendants can be proud of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Berryman, Beatrice Ladell (b. 7 Apr. 1906) - Bevier, Sarah
(twin) (b. 22 Jan. 1796),” <i>Endowment
index, 1846-1969</i>, Temple Index Bureau, #1262707, microfilm, BYU Family
History Library, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Provo Utah.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“1850 United States Census,” Civil District No. 6, Wilson
County, Tennessee, pg. 151, online image, FamilySearch (<i>familysearch.org,</i> accessed: January 14, 2017).</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“North Carolina and Tennessee, Early Land Records,
1753-1931,” Wilson County, Tennessee, United States, James Bettes, page 255,
no. 9012, image 140 of 460, Ancestry.com (ancestry.com : accessed 24 March
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Donald L. Winters, T<i>ennessee
farming, Tennessee farmers: antebellum agriculture in the upper South</i>
(Knoxville: University of Tennessee Press, 1994), 5.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Ibid., 5.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Dwight L. Smith, <i>An
Antebellum Boyhood: Samuel Escue Tillman on a Middle Tennessee Plantation,</i>
Tennessee Historical Quarterly, Vol. 47, No. 1 (Spring 1988), 3-9, JSTOR.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Donald L. Winters, T<i>ennessee
farming, Tennessee farmers: antebellum agriculture in the upper South</i>
(Knoxville: University of Tennessee Press, 1994), 136.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn8">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Tennessee, County Marriages, 1790-1950,” Wilson County,
Tennessee, United States, image 988 of 1407, database with images, FamilySearch
(<u><a href="https://familysearch.org/">https://familysearch.org</a></u>
: accessed 23 March 2017). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Ella
May Compton Swenson, <i>History of Mary
Bettice (Bettis) Compton, </i>Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, Utah: March 25,
1987.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn9">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">"United States Census (Slave Schedule), 1850 ,"
Wilson County, Tennessee, image 14 of 88, online images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org
: 5 April 2017)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Susan Easton. Black, <i>Membership
of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1830-1848</i> (Provo, UT:
Religious Study Center, Dept. of Church History and Doctrine, Brigham Young
University, 1989), Vol. 5, 247. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Ibid., 247-248.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">"1840 United States Census," Northern district,
Orange, North Carolina, pg. 61, online image, FamilySearch (familysearch.org :
accessed 22 March 2017).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
<div id="ftn13">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“1850 United States Census,” District No 21, Pottawattamie,
Iowa, United States, family no. 112, online image, FamilySearch
(familysearch.org : accessed 21 March 2017). </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Ibid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Susan
Easton. Black, <i>Membership of the Church
of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1830-1848</i> (Provo, UT: Religious Study
Center, Dept. of Church History and Doctrine, Brigham Young University, 1989),
Vol. 5, 247-49.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;"><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;">[15]</span></sup></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">Norma B. Ricketts, The Mormon Battalion U.S. Army of the West, 1846-1848, Logan, Utah: Utah State University Press, 1996, 245-6.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref15" title="">[16]</a></span></sup><a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref15" title=""><!--[endif]--></a></span></sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Mary Compton, written to Allen Compton, 26 August 1846, <i>Mormon Battalion correspondence collection
1846,</i> MS 2070, Digital Image, Church History Library, <u><span style="color: #1155cc;"><a href="http://churchhistorycatalog.lds.org/"><span style="color: #1155cc;">http://churchhistorycatalog.lds.org</span></a></span></u>,
accessed November 8, 2018.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></sup></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">“1850 United States Census,” District No 21, Pottawattamie,
Iowa, United States, family no. 112, online image, FamilySearch
(familysearch.org : accessed 21 March 2017). </span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Susan Easton. Black, <i>Membership
of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1830-1848</i> (Provo, UT:
Religious Study Center, Dept. of Church History and Doctrine, Brigham Young
University, 1989), Vol. 5, 247-49.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">"Elizabeth Hinman Passed Away," Davis County
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">"1860
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42, online image, FamilySearch (<u><span style="color: #1155cc;"><a href="https://familysearch.org/"><span style="color: #1155cc;">https://familysearch.org</span></a></span></u>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Margaret
Steed Hess, <i>My Farmington: A history of
Farmington, Utah, 1847-1976, </i>Farmington: Helen Mar Miller Camp, 1976, 1.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">George Quincy, Knowlton, <i>A
brief history of Farmington Utah,</i> Utah: Publisher not identified, 1965,10.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">Margaret Steed Hess, <i>My
Farmington: A history of Farmington, Utah, 1847-1976, </i>Farmington: Helen Mar
Miller Camp, 1976, 30. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">"1860 United States Census,” Farmington, Davis, Utah
Territory, United States, pg. 42, online image, FamilySearch (<u><span style="color: #1155cc;"><a href="https://familysearch.org/"><span style="color: #1155cc;">https://familysearch.org</span></a></span></u> : 7
March 2017), <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“1870 United States Census,” Farmington, Davis, Utah Territory,
United States, pg. 154, online image, FamilySearch (familysearch.org : accessed
7 March 2017).</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“1880 United States Census,”
Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States, Pg. 9, ED 30, 462A, online
image, FamilySearch (familysearch.org : accessed 7 March 2017). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“1880 United States Census,” Farmington, Davis, Utah, United
States, pg. 18, ED 15, 294B, online image, familysearch(familysearch.org :
accessed 5 April, 2017).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="file:///C:/Users/McKall/Downloads/A%20Southern%20Belle%20goes%20West_%20The%20Life%20of%20Mary%20Bettis%20Compton.docx#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" title=""><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><sup><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></sup><!--[endif]--></span></sup></a><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">“Berryman, Beatrice Ladell (b. 7 Apr. 1906) - Bevier, Sarah
(twin) (b. 22 Jan. 1796),” <i>Endowment
index, 1846-1969</i>, Temple Index Bureau, #1262707, microfilm, BYU Family
History Library, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Provo Utah.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.3333px;">Copy of Mary Bettis Compton photo in the possession of the author.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dear
Reader,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">If
you’re reading this, you are most likely a kind family member or friend,
wondering what silly thing McKall is up to next, being loving enough to take a
couple minutes of your precious time to show support in reading a personal (and
probably incoherently written) blog post. Or perhaps, though less likely, you
are a stranger, stumbling upon this blog during a time when you’re waiting for
your car to get fixed, and you have nothing better to do than surf the web.
Either way, I’m glad you’re here, and knowing that in this day and age of fast
food and technology, every person's attention span is becoming increasingly
short, I'll get right to the point.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Who
likes a good story? I certainly do! Some of my favorite childhood memories
include listening as my mom read books to us (especially historical fiction),
and curling up on my bed reading anything by my beloved Jane Austen. I recently
realized that stories are the reason I love being a historian and why I love
acting! Anyone who doesn't like stories, whether told through books, movies,
theater, or any other way, is probably just, well, crazy! I say that only
because I have never met anyone who doesn't like stories (and the minute I do I
will retract everything I have just said).</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">But
the point of it all is that there is something in us that just loves hearing
about other’s lives, whether they be historical or fiction. And so my question
today is, why is that so? While it obviously has something to do with the fact
that we as people love to be entertained, I believe there is more to it.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The
Irish-English statesman Edmund Burke once said:</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Under
a pious predilection for those ancestors, your imaginations would have realized
in them a standard of virtue and wisdom beyond the vulgar practice of the hour;
and you would have risen with the example to whose imitation you aspired.
Respecting your forefathers, you would have been taught to respect
yourselves.”(1)</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">From
the first time I heard this quote, at least twelve years ago, I’ve never been
able to forget it. In some sense, it has directed my life up to this point. I
have come to realize there are some lessons, vital to our very existence, that
we can only discover in learning about the lives of those of the past. I think
it is how we each make sense of the present and the future. </span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I have
come to see that people, places and even things, all have their own stories and
those stories deserve to be told. For the past ten or so years I have felt very
strongly that for some reason I need to be the one to tell some of these
stories. And for the past year, this idea of creating a blog where I can show
others what I write has been so strong that I haven’t been able to ignore it,
try as I might. While I have always loved to write and tell stories, the
thought of anyone beyond my own immediate family circle seeing my writing has
filled me with much fear and trepidation, to say the least. That is one of the
reasons I have postponed publishing this post for the last four plus months!
These people, places and their stories have become my friends, and the thought
of displaying them for others to see through a window of my creation is
daunting.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">While
I don’t know exactly how this will play out, my intent is to capture some of
those stories and share them here with you. Fair warning though, I am
definitely an amateur historian and not an accomplished writer. In fact, while
I might try to write a story in third person here and there (so I can have
practice in writing that way), it will probably happen that my first person
voice will often leak through. What can I say, I like storytelling! And that is
easier for me to do in first person.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">A
disclaimer: History is partly made up of a host of differing perspectives. The
way I see this best is in the example of people witnessing an accident occur
from two different sides of the road. When they give each their report of what
happened, there will probably be different things brought up as well as things
left out in each person’s report. However, each feels that they saw exactly
what happened, and they did, just from different viewpoints. One person’s view
does not necessarily make the other’s view invalid. So, if by chance my view of
history happens to be on a different side of the road from yours, I am always
happy to learn about the other side of the road. But, at the same time,
recognize that they may be times when we may have to agree to be on different
sides of the road :)</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">That
being said, I also believe that there are times where truth is truth, no matter
the popular opinions of the day, and I hope to make that my focus in all that I
write.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Also,
another disclaimer. I have a lot of historical heroes, and it may often happen
that the heroic tone will come through my writing. However, I still believe my
heroes to be normal people and I want to write about what really happened as
best as I can, the good, bad and the ugly ;)</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">One
last thing, not that anyone will be hanging on every story and waiting for me
to publish a new post (the very thought is hilarious! You all have much better things
to do with your time!), between work, family, church, grad school applications,
and relaxing time (so that I only go semi-insane), I'm not actually sure how
often I'll get to write posts (and quality posts for that matter). Who knows if
I'll even ever find time to write another post after this one. This was merely
an attempt to follow through with an idea I've had for awhile and push myself
to overcome some of my fears of writing, as well as to give myself more
opportunities of practicing.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">All in
all, what I'm really trying to say with all of these messy words, is that if
you're ever in need of a good story, stop by my blog and we can have a nice
cozy chat, or curl up with a good story on a rainy day.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Yours
very sincerely,</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> McKall</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">P.S. Suggestions, editing, corrections etc, are all accepted. I
recognize that my writing needs all the help it can get. Also, if you have any
story and research ideas for me I'm all ears. I’d love to do research and write
about people, places, events and things that others specifically want to know
more about! Just email me at makingtheirstoriesknown@gmail.com, or fill out the
form on the right.</span><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.0pt;">(1)Edmund Burke, "Reflections on the Revolution in
France," February 26, 2014, The University of Adelaide Library, accessed
November 08, 2018,
https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/b/burke/edmund/reflections-on-the-revolution-in-france/.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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