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Missing the missing

The loss five years ago Five years. Five long years. That’s how long it’s been since The Legal Genealogist heard that word, said that way, in that voice. We all have those special names, things someone called us that no-one else did, that we have treasured...

To readers, with thanks…

And one in particular today… The best part of writing a blog is the readers. Those who share their ideas, their enthusiasm, their information so freely. And boy does The Legal Genealogist have great readers. Readers who forgive me when I’m so jammed with...

Reprise: something about California

Not even for a cable car ride This story has been told before. In February of 2014, to be exact, when The Legal Genealogist was in California for a different speaking engagement.1 But it’s a story that deserves to be told again, and it surely came to my mind...

Becoming unAmerican

When the law said “no you don’t” One hundred and five (corrected) years ago tomorrow, a young couple married in Tarrant County, Texas. The bride: Maud Lillian Cottrell. Born 26 January 1890 to Martin Gilbert and Martha (Johnson) Cottrell and, thus, older sister...

One special marker

For one special man The earliest burials there date back to California territory, though their interment there came later, after the remains were moved there in 1882. There’s a monument there commemorating the 62 sailors who died aboard the USS Bennington when...

Getting older

Not for sissies… The first year I actually remember starting to feel old was 1998. Not because that was the year I started to realize that I was going to have to learn to write “20–” on checks and documents instead of “19–”. Not even because that was...

RIP Ciara

Ending a chapter in my family history She came into my life on a Saturday afternoon in September 2007. The exact date: September 29, 2007. Early that spring, I had lost the second of my last pair of cats — sibling deaf white cats from a litter born in 1990 on my...

The pets who’ve owned us

Masters and staff The old saw is that dogs have masters and cats have staff. The Legal Genealogist has only ever had two dogs, in long-ago childhood days, so can’t really speak to the former. But I have been owned by cats essentially all of my life, and can...

Turning the calendar’s page

The losses in the calendar We call them, today as in the past, the dog days of August. And most of us today, The Legal Genealogist included, use that phrase to mean the days of summer that are so hot that even the dogs just lie there panting. That isn’t, of...

The house of childhood

Looking back, via Google Streetview They cut down the trees. Replaced the front and side hedges. Enclosed the backyard. Painted the house a color that isn’t white — and the house really should be white. But nothing that matters quite as much as the fact...