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ANCESTRY RESEARCH SITES from Passport America article January 2014
Genealogy Roadshow have fueled an interest in tracing family history. And now travelers are planning trips around researching their family tree, says Jennifer Utley, head of research at Ancestry.com, the world's largest online genealogical resource. She shares some places to trace your family roots with Larry Bleiberg for USA TODAY.
Family History Library
Salt Lake City
This Mormon Church-sponsored research facility is the world's largest with records from 110 countries. The staff is in the process of digitizing all the records, but often the best way to get family information is to visit. "It's good to do a little research ahead of time. There's so much there that you can get lost if you don't have a goal in mind," Utley says. 866-406-1830; familysearch.org/locations/saltlakecity-library
National Archives
Washington, D.C.
The federal government's extensive files provide a motherlode of information for family research. From military to maritime, to land and pension documents, they all can help piece together a family tree, Utley says. It's also one of the best places for Native American family information. 866-272-6272; archives.gov/research/genealogy/
Ellis Island
New York
Many families trace their history to Ellis Island, the first stop in the country for more than 20 million Americans, Utley says. "You can look for people and passenger lists, and it's also about understanding the experience that your immigrant ancestors experienced." Because of damage from Hurricane Sandy, the park and museum are open on a limited basis, so check before visiting. 212-363-3200; nps.gov/elis
Heritage Library Foundation
Hilton Head, S.C.
The center focuses on local history and culture, including African- American research materials that date from before the Civil War, Utley says. The library contains resources such as plantation and smugglers' records. "It's really a different picture of America," Utley says. 843-686-6560; heritagelib.org
New England Historic Genealogical Society
Boston
The nation's first family-history society dates to 1845 and contains more than 12 million documents, manuscripts, records, books, microfilms, photographs and other artifacts dating to the 14th century. Visitors can book an appointment with and hire an on-site genealogist to help with research. Many families can find information here. "If you have roots that have been in America for a long time, you're going to have come through New England," Utley says. 617-536-5740; americanancestors.org
Newberry Library
Chicago
Utley wrote a book about using the resources at this renowned research repository, founded in 1887. There are materials from across the country, but it's especially good for regional research. "They specialize in local history," she says. "They look at churches of all the denominations, and church records in family-history research are really important." 312-943-9090; newberry.org
Family history cruise
You can learn how to trace your family tree on the high seas on a variety of family-history cruises, Utley says. Trips usually feature top genealogists and provide a chance to meet others who are piecing together their pasts. The trips are also a way to learn about the latest research tools and resources. One company, UnlockthePastCruises.com, specializes in genealogy trips, and Cecruisegroups.com also plans one for 2014.
Poland
Local experts in Poland can help plan a family-research trip, booking hotels, arranging transportation and perhaps finding a living relative. "These people already know where to find records in each town and can get you in and facilitate and help you find places easier," Utley says. polishgen.com
Clayton Library Center for Genealogical Research
Houston
If your roots lie in the West, this Houston public library research center should be on your itinerary, Utley says. "You're going to get Wild West and Mexican border stuff." But the library, one of the nation's most extensive for family research, also has information for every state, along with 100,000 books and 70,000 rolls of microfilm. 832-393-2600; houstonlibrary.org/clayton
Lodge at Doonbeg
Ireland
This five-star resort in County Clare on the Atlantic coast has an on-site genealogist to help guests track down their Irish family roots. "He might be able to help you find the ancestral village or an ancestral home," Utley says. She notes that many people have a connection to Ireland, the second- most-common family ancestry in the USA. 866-366-6234; doonbeglodge.com
Avocado Smoothie
Registered Dietician Frances Largeman-Roth shares a smoothie recipe rich with potassium.
Fri 01/17/2014
We’re really into avocados at my house. Between me, my husband, and my son, Leo, we eat several each week. They usually get diced and tossed into salads and tacos, or smeared onto bread, but it wasn’t until recently that we started to drink them. An avocado might not seem like a go-to smoothie component, but when it’s blended with ingredients that are sweet, it provides body and richness. With its super-high potassium content, it’s just the right thing, along with banana, to enjoy after a tough workout. If you want to make this a vegan smoothie, just omit the yogurt, or use cultured coconut or almond milk.
Ingredients
1/2 ripe avocado, pitted and peeled
1/2 large banana
1/4 cup (60g) low-fat vanilla yogurt
1/4 cup ice (about 2 cubes), plus more for serving
3/4 to 1 cup (125ml) coconut water, depending on your preferred thickness
1 tsp agave nectar (light or dark)
1/4 tsp ground cinnamon, plus more for sprinkling
Directions Combine all of the ingredients in a blender. Blend until smooth and frothy. Sprinkle additional cinnamon on top and serve.
Calories: 155 Fat: 8g Sat: 1.5g Mono: 5g Poly: 1g Protein: 3g Carbohydrates: 20g
Fiber: 5g Cholesterol: 1.5mg Iron: 0.6mg Sodium: 90mg Potassium: 569mg
Calcium: 81mg
Silence. Absolute silence. We finally stopped. I hear nothing. Roger is no longer yelling. He was so angry with me. I don’t get it. No nothing, not a sound. Surprising we did not go off the cliff and tumble down the hillside. We are not feeling the cold of this severe winter, yet. You would think we should start feeling the cold seeping, creeping into the car. It is so damn quiet. Why hasn’t Roger said anything or reached out for me? Oh, hell I should be glad he finally stopped telling me how inadequate I am. We’ve been to the Tyson Ranch for different events before and Roger has enjoyed them all. But not tonight, I couldn’t do anything right. He wanted to know why I was laughing so loudly? Why was I chatting up Edward Bay? Everyone chats with Edward. He is funny and just a good guy. It wasn’t like I was alone with him making out in the back seat of an old jalopy. Funny. Wonder if our kids even know what a jalopy is? Why hasn’t Roger said anything? God, he was so angry with me and has been for quite some time. He got ticked just a couple days ago because I bought a three pack of bleach from Costco. A three pack That is how it’s packaged. And, that caused him to yell at me again. “You will never use three bottles of bleach in three years!” He thought I could have picked up one bottle at Walmart. Why three? What a waste of money. Well, it is a good savings and I will use the bleach. I need the bleach for laundry; how the hell does he think I get our whites so white? Crap. What is the matter with him. I didn’t clean out our life saving just by buying a three pack. Why hasn’t he said anything? Or reached out for me? The cold still has not started seeping and creeping in the car. We have to be okay. Roger was pounding the steering wheel and yelling so loudly. I just wanted it to stop. You would think we were two crazy, young kids who had boozed our brains out and then decided to drive home anyway. I only had one drink. Did Roger have more than two? Not usually. He was so angry with me. Only me. He was smiling and talking with our friends. That was before I saw him heading my direction. One look told me I had done something wrong though I don’t know what could have set him off this time. This time. This time. Why, why, why? Why is it so quiet? The zillions of air bags deployed so we have to be okay. I feel okay. Roger are you okay? There, I will be the first to ask. It probably has only been a couple seconds since we stopped spinning and rolling. He was pounding the wheel only I don’t remember what he was actually saying…screaming at me. The snow was deep and the road even narrower and icy. Well hell it is winter and driving the twisty mountain road down from Virginia City was nothing new. We lived halfway down, so it wasn’t that far between the ranch and the highlands. Surprising me is when the slide began leading to flipping over…did my head hit the roof?…I don’t think so? Buckled and blasted with bags when the first bump sent us rolling. So grateful My Lord we did not fly off the cliff. So grateful we landed upright. Why hasn’t there been a sound from Roger. Well hell, why don’t I just turn my no longer perfectly coiffed head to the left and look for myself? That is a word Roger would never use. Coiffed. Though he was ticked with me for getting a hair cut. A damn haircut. Yeah, it was things like that lately that set him off. Why couldn’t I go to Team Clips like everyone else? Ten dollar Tuesday. Why did I think I was so special that I had to go to French la de dah da shit salon where they stuff cocaine up your nose while sticking your head into a million dollar crystal from shit-hole France sink? Or something like that. It is a welcoming and pleasant salon and Gail is my best friend from high school. It is only thirty-five dollars with tip. Though she always gives me a break and really knows my hair. The funny sides of my hair that is curly while the rest is straight. It is the only time we get to spend time together and catch up on family gossip. God I love that girl. We really need to get together soon to just talk, talk, talk and of course eat, eat eat. It has been too long since we’ve had an afternoon like that. However she did not get her business built up by sitting and chatting. It is one big full service place and she hopes to expand it even further to a resort spa. I cannot imagine getting a full body massage…that nudity and all. Something I only do well with Roger. He never gets mad about that. Why the hell hasn’t he moved or said something. I still do not feel the cold. It was below freezing for more than a week? Two weeks? Well it is January. I know, I will keep quiet and listen for sounds. Sirens. I haven’t heard any sirens. Is it possible no one saw or heard the accident? It wasn’t that late. Ten. Maybe a little after ten. I can’t remember if there were any other vehicles on the road. Even so, there is always some traffic coming and going to Virginia City. We had to be seen. We did not go off the edge. Oh, Lord so grateful we did not hit someone else. Or did we? What was the bump? It did not seem like much. A bunch of piled up snow. Just enough to start the slide that led to the flip that led to the flop to slip n slide and maybe around a tree we hide. Funny. Roger used to laugh at my little rhymes or made up songs. It has been a long time since we laughed together. When was the last time we hugged? I miss that. Why did I not notice the changes until now? He doesn’t like me anymore. Oh damn, I feel a tear running down my cheek. I feel the warmth as it sort of tickles the side of my nose. I still do not hear anything or feel the cold. Hell it probably has only been a few seconds instead of hours I think my thoughts have been bouncing around my bent brain bone. Roger thought that was cute when I first said ‘bent brain bone’. Way back when, twenty some years ago. Young and in love and never ending smiles. Like a puppy dog acts when you walk in the door. Okay. Time to figure out what is happening. Why do I not hear Roger moving or speaking, no sirens. Okay. I will just stay really quiet and listen. Maybe I will hear the snow falling or a critter moving or help on the way. Okay, now, just be quiet. Listen. Stop thinking. Dummy girl….Susan you’ve got to shut your thoughts down in order to listen. Okay. Now. Silence. Just total silence. …just a moment later, or as seen on TV, two months later…funny. Stop thinking and start listening again. There must be something. No. Maybe. Yes. Ticking. Probably the ticking of the engine cooling. So we’ve been stopped for awhile. Couldn’t have been that long as I cannot hear sirens yet. Roger? Are you there? Oh, yeah, I was going to turn to the left and look. Time to put this brain on pause and listen again. Silence? Not quite. Ticking. .………. Yes, there is a sound. Soft. Just a puff. Barely a sound. A swish. Then again a swish. Oh, and a tick. Not like a clock. Not like the engines cooling tick. It is a consistent swish and tick. Swish and tick, swish n tick, swishntick. Scream. A loud piercing scream. SREAM. STREAMING SCREAMING. Oh, My Lord, My God, it is me. I am screaming, screaming and no one hears me. Why? Why can’t I turn my head to the left and look at Roger? Is he okay? Hell, why can’t I open my eyes? Damn, damn, damn; I am paralyzed. I am in a hospital. I am what? Unconscious? Coma?
Background, History, and Setting of St. John's
by Robert Millberry, Sr.
Edited by Father Leo M. Joseph and Alethea Eason
Early Episcopal Life in Lake County
In the late 1800s there were a number of “gentleman farmers” of English heritage and Anglican faith, who lived in the San Francisco Bay area and built summer homes on rather large land holdings around Clear Lake. The concentrations were in the north Lakeport-Nice area, at Buckingham Park on the south side of the Clear Lake narrows, and in Lower Lake-Burns Valley vicinity in the south county.
The Trinity Mission, under the jurisdiction of Bishop Wingfield, Missionary Bishop of Northern California, was established in 1876. For five years, Father W.S. Neals conducted regular services in the Odd Fellows Hall in Lakeport, as well as frequent services in other Lake and Mendocino County locations.
There were no complete roads around the lake until the 1920s, but water transportation was commonly used between Lakeport and the south shore. Despite the barriers to transportation, the Episcopal clergy have always served the entire county.
The Building of the Church
The Reverend F.W. Crook of Cloverdale made occasional visits in 1898, holding Episcopal services at the Baptist and Methodist churches. In May of that year, the Right Reverend Anson R. Graves, Bishop of the Missionary District of Sacramento, which later became the Diocese of Northern California, met with local Episcopalians to discuss the establishment of regular services. Evolving from this meeting was a major campaign to finance the building of a church in Lakeport, led by Mrs. Mary Blackwood Collier. The Colliers, were one of the English-Anglican families who had earlier purchased land around the lake. Captain William Bell Collier, a cousin of Winston Churchill and a renowned specialist in navigation, was the superintendent of the United States Warehouse for Indian Supplies in San Francisco. In San Francisco they were members of Trinity parish, one of the Episcopal oldest churches in San Francisco.
Their first family summer home was on the heights overlooking the Clear Lake mouth of Scotts Creek, on what is now known as Robin Hill, a few miles north of Lakeport. A tragic fire destroyed the original home on March 1, 1896, and resulted in the death of five year old John Pierre Collier. Mrs. Collier's leadership in the construction of St. John's Episcopal Church was largely influenced by their young son's death, and the church is a memorial to him. The church was completed in early 1899, and was consecrated by Bishop William H. Moreland, of the missionary district, on July 9th of that year.
Following the completion of St. John's, the pastoral leadership changed frequently. The first priest to conduct “regular” services at the mission, the Reverend D.B. Sinclair, served only two months. Assignments continued to be of short duration, usually sharing Sundays with nearby missions and often with gaps between residencies.
The Reverend John Partridge
By far, the most influential leadership in the first half century of St. John's was that of the Reverend John Partridge. He conducted regular services and attended monthly guild meetings, traveling the 100 miles from his home in Petaluma. His early trips by stagecoach included at least one highwayman holdup. He was a pillar of faith for the community and the congregation for nineteen years, from 1912 to 1931.
Ministerial assignments continued to be of variable duration, but the church grew with the community and contributed to it. Following the sudden death of the Reverend R.G. Witt, who conducted Sunday services in both Ukiah and Lakeport, St. John's was held together for the years 1950 through 1952 by Mr. John M. Lee. John was a long time stalwart supporter and communicant, and as a Lay Reader he faithfully conducted the service of Morning Prayer and assisted the infrequent clergy visitations.
The Reverend Gordon C. Ashbee
In 1952, the Reverend Gordon C. Ashbee came to the mission as the resident minister. Within the congregation, Father Ashbee soon had a newly formed choir, junior choir, men's group, acolyte guild and ladies' guild auxiliary. He became scoutmaster of the church sponsored Boy Scout Troop 42, with several laymen of the church serving as adult leaders. He brought a heritage to Troop 42 unique in American scouting, as young Gordon Ashbee had been a scout in England in 1909 under Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of the scouting movement. Many physical improvements were made to the church by Father Ashbee in his years at St. John's which were greatly beneficial. His bombastic character and sharp humor was a major contribution to the congregation and the wider community.
The Reverend Grant Stuart Carey
Two years after Father Ashbee accepted the call to St. Luke's Episcopal Church in Auburn, The Right Reverend Clarence R. Haden, Bishop of the Diocese of Northern California, assigned the last minister to St. John's, Father Grant Stuart Carey. After 62 years, Father Carey led the congregation from mission status to being a parish in 1961. Freshly graduated from the Church Divinity School of the Pacific and newly ordained as a deacon, St. John's was Father Carey's first church. While at St. John's, he was ordained as an priest by Bishop Haden in 1958. Father Carey, like Father Ashbee, recognized that the Christian ministry must concern itself with both church and community.
He served as rural dean for the four county Sonoma Convocation and as a registrar for the Episcopal Camp Noel Porter at Lake Tahoe. His community participation included 4-H leadership, DeMolay advisor, Rotary Club directorship, and county Parole Board. The church continues to speak lovingly of him as they recall his devoted ministry to St. John's. He was the moving force behind the remodeling of the physical structure of the church, the building of the basement with classrooms, and the addition of the parish hall, Carey Hall, which was named in his honor in October 2010.
1980s to the Present
Since Father Carey's tenure, the church's attendance and fortunes has waxed and waned. In the late 1980s and mid 1990s, the church was led by The Reverend Edwin A. Watts. Father Leo M. Joseph, O.S.F. began his association with the church during this time, beginning on Pentecost Sunday, June 1990. Ordained a Mariavite Old Catholic Franciscan priest, Father Leo assisted Father Watts with home visits and gradually became more active in the parish. In 1997, The Right Reverend Jerry A. Lamb received him as a priest in The Episcopal Church. He continued to serve the church in various capacities until he was called to become interim pastor in St. Michael and All Angels, Ft. Bragg in 2004, which was followed by an assignment to Christ Church in Eureka.
In June, 1996, The Reverend Harry R. Allagree became the Regional Missioner for St. John's, Holy Trinity, Ukiah, and later, St. Francis in the Redwoods, Willits. The church found healing under his sterm and a stable foundation was laid. Father Harry retired July 1, 2007, and the church continued with its commitment to Shared Ministry. The congregation under the direction of the Vestry ran the church for a period of approximately two years. Father Leo had returned to Lake County in 2008 and resumed serving St. John's as a supply priest. In November 2009, he was appointed Priest in Charge for St. John's by the Right Reverend Barry L. Beisner and continues serving in this role.
Saturday 01 MAR 2008
- Rebecca Fuller has come down with the flu. Boo. So far, thank the Lord, Dave has not...and neither have I. She is running a fever. Just took it easy. Dave went to town to fetch groceries for them. I did laundry and went walking. The fishing guide, Captain Richard Sykes called to advise the weather is going to be stormy on Tuesday - winds 25-35 mph and it would not be safe to fish. Trip cancelled.
Sunday 02 MAR 2008
- Sun is out and mid 70's. Ahhhh, Spent the day with Rebecca. The flu has knocked her down big time. The fever has broken. We are watching movies and Dave left his computer online, so I am catching up on email, banking and the CFFC website. Dave and Joe went fishing at the little lakes surrounding our campsite. Around 1500 I prepared chicken salad sandwiches for Rebecca and I and Joe grilled hot dogs for the guys. A quiet day.
Monday 03 MAR 2008
- Sun is out and mid 70's. Joe slept in/read-in. Dave stopped by to see if he wanted to fish the little lake. Nope, just wanted to read. After breakfast I took Lucy for the long walk around the lakes. Good exercise for both of us. Joe and I plan to drive past Beaufort to the beach so I can officially step foot into the Atlantic. Sun is fleeting, though still in the high 60's this morning. The fishing guide just called and suggested the storm should clear and Wednesday would be a good day to go. I will pass the message along to the guys. 1135 hours. The called guide back and the Red fishing trip is on. 1230 John and I went to Hunting Island. Incredible! I've now waded in the Atlantic Ocean; and Lucy had a good swim. The water was warm and very salty. I collected shells, water, sand and rocks. Then we went to the lighthouse and climbed to the top. Great pictures, lovely day, and the best is being with my best friend and dog. We got back home around 1800 after only one detour. I should take Rebecca on this detour as I spotted an old plantation that most likely had been burned many years ago. The gray and white columns are standing and showing the wonder of this place. Pork chops for dinner.