Monday, April 7, 2025

A to Z Challenge -- Whatever!: F is for Folderol

 Folderol is an old word which means "baloney," "malarkey," or in other phrasing, nonsense.  

Today in this A to Z Challenge post, I'll be talking about the old-fashioned words I used to hear from my grandma, Mary LeSourd Reed (1889-1978).  And I promise, no folderol. 

Counterpane -- Fancy word for a bedspread, which is another word for coverlet, which is another word for a thin fabric of particular dimensions, either single-bed size or double-bed size, used to cover your bed, over your top sheet. 

Davenport -- Yeah, it's a town in Iowa, but it's also an old word for a large, upholstered sofa which can convert into a bed.  Generally, the way my grandma used the word, it was any sofa.  Grandma had one, in her living room, that was upholstered, with removable cushions, that pulled out to a bed.  When my mother brought me and my brother and sister back to Florida from California after my father died in 1954, we stayed with my grandma and aunt, and the three of us kids slept on that davenport.  It lasted many years, passing through my mother's house and then ours, until it finally gave out in the 1990s.  That couch was nearly seventy years old when it finally gave up the ghost.

Highboy -- No, not a male teenager using marijuana.  What we might call today a dresser or a chest of drawers, it was a bit more specific than that in its archaic usage.  (And we who do genealogy are fortunate in that we can have archaic and eat it, too.)  It was a very tall -- sometimes over 7 feet tall -- chest usually consisting of two parts.  So it was basically two chests, and quite possibly designed for a usage similar to old Spanish chests that came in two parts.  The top part had handles, so that it could be quickly removed and carted off in an emergency such as fire or enemy attack, a feature quite popular in Spain's New World colonies.

 Consumption -- Not what consumers do, often conspicuously.  In olden days, it was a medical term referring to the disease now properly known as tuberculosis, a highly infectious disease of the lungs.  Before a skin test to detect its presence in the human body became available, tuberculosis, or TB, was responsible for a lot of suffering and death, killing 1 out of 7 people in the U.S. in the last quarter of the 19th century, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.  In my generation (born after World War II and before 1970), we all had to have the skin test before we could start school.  Into the 1960s, patients might be separated from their families and sent to TB sanitoriums, large hospitals for the treatment of the disease with fresh air, healthy food, and at times, lung surgery.

 Salt Cellar -- Not a basement full of sodium chloride.  A salt cellar was a small container, often with a lid and a tiny spoon, for dispensing salt at the dinner table.  My grandma had one that was milk glass, in the form of a chicken.  It did have the little spoon.

Milk Glass -- Milk glass was a white glass formed into shapes,usually for dinner accessories like the salt cellar my grandma had, in the entry above this one.  It could be other colors, but usually was white.

Coin silver -- an alloy of silver (90%) and copper (10%).  It was frequently used in earlier centuries to make flatware (knives, forks, and spoons).  I have a few surviving pieces of coin silver that had belonged to my great-great grandmother Emily (Hoyt) Packard (1823-1904).

Those are just a few of the old words I heard in my childhood and youth from older relatives, mostly my grandma. 

 

A to Z blogging challenge.

 

Sunday, April 6, 2025

Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: Wild-Goose Chase

 It's time for Randy Seaver's Saturday Night Genealogy Fun , and this week's challenge is to post about our biggest wild-ancestor (goose) chase.  Here are the instructions:

1)  All genealogists are human, and most of us have gone on wild ancestor (goose) chases in our genealogy research career.  What was one of the wild ancestor chases in your research?  Explain the situation and how you (hopefully!) solved the puzzle.

2) Tell us about your biggest genealogy wild ancestor (goose) chase in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or in a Facebook post.  Please leave a link on this post if you write your own post.
 
One of my dearest friends is from east Tennessee, and is a member of the First Families of Franklin (FFF) lineage society.  My mother's people are also from east Tennessee, in the same area as those of my friend, and I think it would be wonderful if I, too, can prove my lineage and join the FFF.  The society recognizes descendants of residents of the proposed State of Franklin, which did not reach Congressional approval and died on the vine.
 
So my biggest "wild-ancestor" chase right now is trying to find evidence of my ancestor Teter Nave's family presence in east Tennessee in the requisite time period.  I have been gathering land records for the area in east Tennessee's Carter County.  There are several more records I need to obtain, then I need to transcribe and study all of them to see if the information I'm looking for actually exists.
 
I've been told that DeedMapper is good software for plotting land, especially using the metes and bounds method of land survey.  That's the method that states land boundaries in terms of this rock or that post or yonder tree, none of which may have survived the three hundred years since the original survey that appears in these records.  
 
The next step, of course, would be to use this information to apply for membership in the FFF.
 
If not the grandest "wild-ancestor" chase in my family history research, this one surely is the biggest in scope.  I'm nowhere near solving this particular problem.  I'll be working on it this year, in the middle of several other projects, most of them genealogical in one way or another.
   

 

A to Z Blogging Challenge -- Whatever! E is for Embrace

 We embrace a lot in our family; we're very huggy.

However, I'm thinking today of a different usage of the word, as in:  How much of the wide circle of people related, however tangentially, to me am I going to embrace, that is, include in my family history researches?

I could stick only to my direct line, but that could be boring.

I could cast a very wide net and go running after people with the most minute relationship.

I could try to figure out some middle-ground rubric to observe in my investigations.

Or I could do what I do: come across an interesting-sounding relation and pursue it to as many documents as I can find, and celebrate the findings.  Like finding out that my husband is distantly related to one of Florida's best and most-loved governors, Lawton Chiles.  Or like finding out that there's a family that is related to both my mother's line and my father's.  Or like finding out that my maternal grandmother's third husband was a ne'er-do-well who ended up in a mental-health facility.  Good stories, interesting people, and not always with happy endings.

 I know I'll never find everybody, and won't find everything about everybody.  I don't have that much time left.  Besides, genealogy is a journey, not a destination.  So I'll be happy with what I find, and hope that someday, someone will carry this family history a bit farther along, and will find more interesting people about whom to discover good stories.

A to Z blogging challenge.

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Week 14: Language

 This week, on 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks, the blogging prompt is Language.

Puns!

Alfred Hitchcock, of all people, is credited with having observed that "Puns are the highest form of literature."  Mary Livingstone, wife of 20th century comedian Jack Benny, wrote an article in "Liberty" magazine in 1942 giving humorous instruction on how to live with a comedian.  Every family has one, at least, she observed.  She remarked that there is also always at least one in a family who thinks puns are the lowest form of humor because he (or she) didn't think of them first.

Puns have a history in my family.  My grand-uncle, Perry Wilmer Reed, came from a literate and intelligent family.  He was apparently fond of puns, because in the midst of writing a number of hymns and popular songs as a side-hustle, he penned this humorous ditty to the tune of "Silver Threads Among the Gold:"

I learned of puns from my mother, who grew up in Perry Reed's household as his adopted daughter.  In the early days of the internet, as a member of a Bulletin Board System (BBS) group called The Bardroom, I developed an international reputation as a punster.  I passed this on to our daughters.  One day, after my daughters and I had exchanged a mass of puns derived from movie titles or dialogue and song lyrics, my son-in-law Karl sighed, "In this family, everything is either a movie quote or a song cue."

"You're welcome," I answered.

Karl grimaced.  "Or a pun."  Like he should talk; he's no slouch in the pun department.  And, with both parents being able punsters, our grandson has the gene.  He made his first pun at the age of 5.

Alas, grandma was too busy laughing to think of writing it down.

 Puns are language, too.  People either relish them or abhor them, it seems.  Puns are a complex form of humor that requires the involvement of both hemispheres of the brain, according to "Your Pun-divided Attention," a short article in Scientific American magazine (https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/your-pun-divided-attention-how-the-brain-processes-wordplay/).  This leads some to conclude that puns require higher intelligence, a conclusion disputed by others.  

What puns require, according to the Scientific American article, is a functioning, unimpaired right hemisphere, which is the area that processes the meanings of the word being used in the pun.  

Which only goes to show that in order to be a successful punster, you have to be in your right mind.