If a Picture Paints a Thousand Words … — 6 Comments

  1. How I sympathize with you, Jenny! Your logic looks good. Now, if records will just cooperate and present themselves, complete with all the information you need.

    I really enjoyed reading this post.

  2. Jenny – great work! BTW, totally agree with you on the Algebra front. It has been many years, but I always dreaded the math homework! My son is about to take Algebra II, and I do not envy him 🙂

  3. Thanks Cindy! Only 5 more weeks left of algebra and then I finally get my degree in my hot little hands. Tell your son not to throw away ANY of his notes, especially if he plans on going to college!

  4. Don’t forget, the people interviewed chose what to tell the census taker. Sometimes a neighbor, servant, or younger sibling gave the information. One of my ggggrandfather’s didn’t know where his wife’s parents were born from one census to the next. Birthdates are a nightmare. They weren’t as important then as now. Lots of times it was a guestimate. One of my grandmothers changed her birth year depending on the age of the husband she married. At the last marriage she was almost 20 years younger than her real age. I wondered how she explained her adult children. They all lived in the same town. New hubby would surely have known! Maybe he wasn’t any better at math than I am. One of my grandfathers also appeared on two different census for the same year and they were only 2 weeks apart. I agonized over that one for a long time, thinking one of them was him and the other one was………somebody with the same name? But the households were with his father and his prospective father in law. So I decided it was the same person counted twice. I was surprised how many of my ancestors gave ages that didn’t progress in 5 or 10 year intervals. They were even older or younger from census to census. One of my grandmothers said she immigrated in a different year than her husband. They came over on the same boat and married on the boat. The first time I saw place of marriage Atlantic Ocean I knew I was in trouble. You just never know what they will say. Grain of Salt. Always. Every day.

  5. Always with a grain of salt, Toni. Incidentally, I have since discovered that the census record I *thought* was for my Eliza is actually not her. I am pretty confident that I’ve narrowed her birth place down to Illinois, and her parents’ names as Louis and Mary from Canada. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to narrow it down any further yet. Baby steps 🙂

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