On this day, 30 December 1671, Thomas Lynde (my 11th great-grandfather) passed away in Charlestown, Suffolk County, Massachusetts.
Born on 11 January 1594, in Dunstable, Bedfordshire, England, Thomas was the son of Nathan Lynde, Jr. and Elizabeth Digby. He joined brothers Enoch and Richard Lynde.
Categories: Cole-Marriner Line, Famous Faces and Places, On This Day, Our Families' Faithful
Tags: American history, ancestry, biography, England, family history, family tree, genealogy, lineage, religion
Well, now that Saint Nick is done delivering gifts to children all around the world, perhaps he can now get back to his secret passion: genealogy.
Categories: Miscellaneous Musings
Tags: advertisement, ancestry, Christmas, family history, family tree, genealogy, humor, Kris Kringle, lineage, Saint Nick, Santa Claus
On behalf of my Cole-Marriner family, some of the original 1600s settlers of New Jersey’s Burlington, Mercer, Monmouth, and Ocean Counties, I would like to wish you Happy Holidays!
Speaking for my Watts-Stark family, early settlers of Virginia and South Carolina who, generations later, joined other pioneers venturing west, eventually settling in Cole, Moniteau, and Miller Counties, Missouri, I say Season’s Greetings!
Categories: Caimi-Culatina Line, Cole-Marriner Line, Harwick-Bush Line, Noel-Ardinger Line, Spangler-Kenney Line, Taylor-Thomas Line, Watts-Stark Line, Williams-Stott Line
Tags: ancestry, biography, Christmas, family history, family tree, genealogy, greetings, holidays, lineage, surnames
I hate to admit it, but in my teenage and young adult years, I was an expert at pushing my mother’s buttons. (If I haven’t said it lately, so sorry about that, Mom.)
It seemed like every time she spoke, I would respond with high-pitched whines, ever-rolling eyes, and yeah whatevers. (It really, really is a miracle that I made it to adulthood!) Worse yet, I would argue the opposite of what she was saying. If my mother stated that the sky was blue, I would claim that it had a tint of red. If she commented that it was cold outside, I would swear that I was hot. And if she yelled, “Turn down that #$&* noise!”, naturally, I cranked up the volume. (Yep, I was THAT kid…)