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Many of us find ourselves longing for a connection to something, or someone from the days we cannot touch; sometimes inspired by a photograph or a scrap of withering notation we found tucked away between the pages of a book in a long-forgotten trunk, or some emotion we cannot ignore. There seems to be a common thread that connects us all to the past; be it a name, an expression, or a geographical placement in this timeline we call mortality. Whatever it is that connects us, and draws our thoughts and hearts to one another, seems to be the passion that brings us to this blogging thing. My hope for any connection leads me to share with you some commonalities in blogging, daring to claim a place among the great writers; but if nothing more than my own journaling, it will be a tangible way for me to make sense of my own individuality, vulnerabilities, and emotions as I continue on this journey called life. I hope this blog may encourage and uplift.

Friday, August 31, 2012

What's in A Name

I've been attending to my sewing business this week, after a busy two or so weeks of research on the net. I am glad to have varied interests, as burn-out is inevitable for me, for I tend to be like a dog with a bone, in any thing I endeavor.
 How I enjoy a mystery, but better still, to solve it! Family Research is rewarding to that degree; however,  when chasing after a William Patterson born in Pennsylvania  the road forks off in so many directions, I tend to be like Hansel and Gretel without the bread crumbs! Finding my way back to the original quest, after leads gone astray, can be daunting, leaving me with an overwhelming recognition that there is more to the story than just a name.  
Years ago, I learned that there is a naming pattern for certain cultures. For the Scottish folks, the pattern goes like this:
 First Son is named for the Father's Father
Second Son is named for the Mothers Father
Third Son is named for the Father's Grandfather, Fraternal
Fourth Son is named for the Mothers Grandfather, Maternal
Fifth Son is named for the Fathers Grandfather, Maternal
Sixth Son is named for the Mothers Grandfather, Fraternal
Seventh thru tenth Sons are named for the Fathers Great Grandfathers
Tenth thru Fourteenth Sons for the Mothers Great Grandfathers

First Daughter is named for the Mothers mother
Second Daughter is named for the Fathers Mother, Maternal
Third Daughter is named for the Mothers Grandmother, Fraternal
Fourth Daughter is named for the Fathers Grandmother, Fraternal
Fifth Daughter is named for the Mothers Grandmother, Maternal
Sixth Daughter is named for the Fathers Grandmother
Seventh thru tenth Daughter are named for the Mothers, Maternal Great Grandmothers
Tenth Thru fourteenth Daughter for the Fathers Great Grandmothers

 (Courtesy of

So, when searching for familial patterns in my own lineage, I have tried to determine whether these patterns have continued here in America, or followed after a more conventional approach.Once upon a time,  I stumbled upon a distant relative's personal recollections, or rather her version of how her family arrived in their final resting place 6 feet under in Seal Rock, Lincoln County, Oregon. She mentioned that her grandfather, Cabell Adair Breckenridge Patterson was the son of William Patterson, and that the tradition handed down in Their family, was that "the oldest son is always named  "Wm"", emphasizing that her "grandpa was named "Cab", because he wasn't the oldest son". I have followed after her leads, this many years, and up to now, have believed I was traveling down the right road. Now, after examining a census record for Fayette County, Kentucky, where I have just determined by careful examination that my William Patterson was residing near a Richard Patterson in the 1830 census, I am not too sure where that tradition started. I will continue to approach the search with this tradition in mind, but I might now consider that there could be a William "Something" Patterson that I am searching for, and that possibly the census record could be sharing the secret of a middle name, in disguise as a first given name. Much for Pondering; and then on again to chase after a very elusive clue. Till Next Time


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Not just One, But Three!

Wow! the gifts of Patience and Tenacity are bearing fruit! My new cousin, Jim, just sent me an email sharing with me a letter written by his grandmother, Hazel Green Conser, the grand daughter of Charles Francis Patterson and great grand daughter of John D Patterson, who is the brother of my 3rd great grandmother, Margaret Lucretia Patterson Bullard. Well, I don't expect you all to get that straight; but for me, it is so gratifying to know that somewhere in time and in this vast cyber space of information, there is a connection so sweet as to create a lift that lasts!
So, what is all of the excitement about? In his correspondence, he reveals portions of the letter that was written specifically for genealogical purpose, in which Hazel recalls the siblings of her grandfather, Charles.
As I have been corresponding with Jim lately, we concluded that there must have been some male siblings that we had not located yet, as revealed in the collaboration of Census searches. Today, after he had discovered this letter from his grandmother, which incidentally had  been in his possession for some time, he verified that, in fact, there are two other brothers that we had not known about, but had just recently suspected.
So,  with Jim coming into the picture recently, adding another male sibling to my family of Pattersons, he has increased the numbers by not ONE, but THREE!
Several months ago, I decided to change my focus, because something was missing in my life. I knew what it was, because my life's work has been to increase my family, both here on earth and beyond the grave. Whenever I have left the path to pursue more worldly passions, I have been drawn back to what brings me more joy and gratification than anything else I could ever do. Raising my family of 5 wonderful children, and being rewarded with such beautiful and gentle people as adults; is my first and greatest joy. The second, is to know that family lives beyond this mortal tabernacle, and can reach down to us in this time and space, and connect us to each other with threads of compassion and comfort, healing that emptiness that we sometimes feel, even when surrounded with a roomful of  laughing people!
What Joy is Family! 

Monday, August 20, 2012

A New Cousin! Thanks to the Net

I am so grateful for the forums that are available out there on the net. A number of years ago, I posted a query on about my William and Lovey Patterson family, and last week I got a response from a distant cousin, who also gave me a new sibling for their family. I have been corresponding with a cousin in the same tree, who I just met in March of this year. She actually lives near the City where this family resided for several generations- since the 1830's. Since  having connected with these two cousins, I have come so close to solving the mystery of our William's parentage. At least we now have connected them to Fayette County, Kentucky, prior to their migration to Morgan County, Illinois. I knew many years ago where William and Lovey Truitt Patterson were married and when, but, until recently, I did not look into the details of what I had collected. After finding the "how-tos" of reading the census, I was able to make sense out of what had been scrawled on paper all of these years, and then actually discarding it all, because of the resources found on line.
It is because of the information that is so readily available, that we can connect with other researchers and further our work in less time than, say, about 15 years ago. I still have much to learn about the resources out there, and I can put a plug here for the upcoming 14th Annual Family History Day at the California State Archives 13 Oct 2012 (see details here I am looking forward to learning more about Genealogical Research. One of the classes I hope to attend is the Jewish Genealogy Research class. I just discovered last year that my husband's family name Haskel is Jewish, and I don't have a clue on how to research over the seas, much less Jewish Roots. His name is also said to be Russian or Polish. There will also be a class on Eastern Europe Research. Well, take a look at the website to see what you might be interested in if you happen to be in this area. If not, I hope when it happens in  your area, you will have a chance to attend.
I am also attending a class at my local Family History Center on Self-Publishing through
So, much to do and much to learn, but I am accomplishing much because of the generosity of others in sharing their experiences and research.
The work moves on!

Friday, August 17, 2012

Balancing and Passion

I suppose many of you who share this passion called genealogy, share the same dilemma: Balancing all of the duties and pleasures of life,while meeting the demands of those tugs on the heart from somewhere in time. I am amazed at the countless hours that have gone into this hobby/passion/obsession. One thing I can say,though, is that the reward of solving pieces of my family puzzle is far more gratifying than anything else I could have done in my life; except for caring for my living family. So, I guess F-A-M-I-L-Y is what this life is all about. I can even call my friends family, because we have shared those sacred commonalities in word and deed; to the point of building on a foundation of love and trust. I hope this writing might touch the hearts of my readers in recognition of the strands of thread that weave us all together into one human family.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Inhereted Traits

Clemence Frances Hiser Sands 1836-1916
    This is my third great grandmother on my mother's paternal side. She is the older lady standing in front of the store, who, incidentally, happens to be the store proprietor. She seems to have been a pretty strong-willed woman, and by the fact that she had a store front in the main business section of Columbus, Ohio, it appears that she was a successful business woman. Some inherited traits evident in my life, would definitely fall under the "strong-willed" category. I am not sure about the successful business woman; except that I do have a way of pleasing my customers. As the window advertises: "I Treat Heads With a Guarantee",  speaks proudly of the integrity with which my grandmother must have patterned her life.