These are my son's Great, Great, Great Grandparents Nils & Anna Christina Bengtsson on his mom's Swedish side of the family. They were born in the mid-1860s. Tonight at Thanksgiving dinner we got to see a book that was brought back from Sweden that traces that branch of the family tree back to the 16th century...a time when historical figures like DaVinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, Botticelli, Machiavelli, Henry VIII, Mary Queen of Scots and Ivan The Terrible still roamed the Earth. Pretty cool to see a part of his ancestry that has no connection to mine.
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As one mystery closes (the whereabouts of my favorite Malaysian curry dish), another opens... My family has been doing a great deal of #genealogy research lately, and following Thanksgiving dinner tonight, the photo albums of long-passed relatives that were stored at my cousin’s farmhouse in Weston, CT, were perused in an effort to start filling in the gaps. Among the discoveries was this photo of “Drew”, we’re guessing from the mid-19th century, given his proximity to other photos of known relatives. My nickname is derived from my middle name “Andrew”, handed down from my father’s side, as I’m the third “John Andrew”. This “Drew” is from my mother’s side. “Drew” was an exceedingly rare name prior to the mid-1970s. And, so, the hunt for the story of my familial namesake begins... I hope all of you had a safe, gratifying, and delectable Thanksgiving!
Robert W. Hodgson said it best in 1917 of the pomegranate, that “Like the fig, vine and olive, it claims a place in the earliest annals of history and was classed in point of utility with the grain-bearing plants and honey, these constituting an important part of the food of the nations of antiquity in their early stages of civilization”. In the country where I was born, pomegranate is still an integral part of our culture. To this day, it is an important staple of food, its skin is used in medicine and textile production and the image of the fruit appears on fabric designs. As a symbol, pomegranate signifies an eternal life, health, fertility, and in poetry, it is synonymous with love.
For me, pomegranate also carries a special meaning. My mother’s name was Gulnar, which translates from Tajik (Persian) as “pomegranate’s flower”. The top portion of the fruit is like crown of the queen, the matriarch, the ancestor and the seeds inside signify many a descendants. What better image but pomegranate should be used as symbol of genealogy.
I have found today a fun fact, at least for me. This document is from the Nationale Militie, a dutch document of the army that the young man in this document has been called for duty. In this document is a small discription of the person, like height, color of eyes, shape of the nose and so on. This document is of the brother (Arend) of my fifth great grandmother Dirkje van Dijk. When you look at the document, you see in the left corrner some discriptions of the body, and also the color of the hair. In this case vosachtig (dutch for foxlike=red) hair. Look at the enlarge part uder haae. This is the funfact, because only my father had blond hair and red beard, my second son had very red hair untill he was three and I had a red glow in my hair. I was very curious on where did this came from....and now I have a lead...back to 1818..but still.I know...have strange curiousity...#genealogie#genealogy#zoekakten#steenwijk#netherlands#nationalemilitie
Princesa Ghodsee Alborz de Persia (Segunda parte) Los últimos años de vida de este célebre personaje, se saben gracias a la cachaquisima Teresa Villamarin Campuzano. Una mujer perteneciente al linaje de los Campuzano Cordovez, prima hermana de Enrique y muy allegada a él y a la princesa.Teresa relata que cuando Enrique se encontraba en su lecho de muerte, este dejó a Ghodsee al cuidado de uno de sus sobrinos llamado Fernando Cuellar Molano. Durante varios años, la princesa fue cercana a estos dos familiares de su esposo y tuvo una vejez muy digna y a la altura de una mujer de su clase hasta el día de su muerte, la cual, fue anunciada por Fernando en el periódico. Cabe resaltar, que el cónsul y la princesa no tuvieron descendencia.
Ghodsee Alborz de Persia fue una princesa en un país lejano, expulsada de su patria al igual que todos los miembros de la familia real tras la revolución Islámica, en donde se derrocó a la monarquía y los miembros de la realeza y la nobleza Irani no volvieron a ser bienvenidos. Esta mujer representa un caso excepcional de como lejos de su país, su familia y su corte, siempre mantuvo sus actividades como princesa de una de las monarquías más fascinantes de la historia mundial. #history#genealogy#Iran#Persia#Pahlavi#Qajar#Newyork#Bogota#Iranhistory#family#old#antique#picoftheday#follow#followers#royals#royalty
after my 75 min ride at @cb_villagemeridian this morning (which just might be an added tradition) went to go see #coco and brought my book to kill the time! If you like #familyhistory , #ancestry , or #genealogy this is a great movie to see!
Has it really been 20 years? If I close my eyes I can still smell the combination of Brut and cigarette smoke that enveloped me with each hug and I can feel the prickle of your whiskers against my cheek. At Thanksgiving time more than any other, I can hear your growl to "keep the damn door closed!" And "no running in the house!" Or the ever classic, "you make a better door than a window!" should anyone have paused before your football games or John Wayne movies you surely knew by heart. You scared the hell out of me as a child. Intimidating and gruff. But I wish I had had the chance to meet you as an adult. Because there are so many life experiences a child just can't comprehend. You've been on my mind a lot these past few months as I return to my family research. As the only surviving Wright son you were so proud of your name and it's legacy, thrilled when my brother, the first Wright son of a new generation was born. And I wonder what you would think of a granddaughter, who is equally proud of her name, with no desire to change, with plans to see that name in print, with intentions that should I have children of my own that that name would be given to another generation? I wonder. . .
Thanksgiving 1940 with the Kunz family. Johannes Kunz and Margarethe Weckhardt Kunz living in either Chesnut hill, Philadelphia (but living most of their American lives in northeast philly after immigrating from Germany in the late 1800s) or in Churchville, Bucks County, pa. I'm always struck by the resemblance of my grandfather to Johannes, his grandfather. I have an old phone so I can't do more than one photo in a post, so stay tuned for two more photos as they go down the line. .
Ilyen, amikor családfakutatósat játszom az ország másik felén... Domonkos György nyomában a Kánói anyakönyvek mélyén //Doing some family tree research in the Book of births of Kánó from the 18th century// #familytree#genealogy#ancestry#research#besthobby
Over the river & thru the woods, To Grandmother’s house we go!🎵
Wait! (Sound of screeching brakes) Do you have everything? Are you sure?
The holidays provide the perfect opportunity to gather great archive quality memories from your family. And yes, it can be the standard “What are you grateful for?” Be sure you have your video camera or a smart phone ready to capture it all! & family members who aren’t there? Can easily make their own videos & send!
Inevitably you will get this kind of response: “Video? Can’t I just write it down in an email?” Noooooooo! The point of this is to make a family collage of family members just being themselves on video mixed with footage from guest arrivals, home & food prep, family gathered around the table eating, and other things your family does on holidays. Create a beautiful video collage of all of it.
What about Aunt Gladys who refuses to be on video? I have a great solution for that as well in my next post. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Don’t do what I did & end up spilling hot liquid all over you & suffering 2nd & 3rd degree burns! Stay safe!
A family gathering about 1950. Catherine Dennis with her back to the camera, Carolyn Sanders little girl, Cordell Sanders, Sister Mary, Agnes, Morris, Ronald, Robert, Joe Dennis, Mary, Bill & Cora Denton #savefamilyphotos#keeper#linkstotheirlife#genealogy
A bit of insight into what I'm up to outside the world of Instagram. Currently working on my Masters thesis, the subject of which is Thomas Randolph, a prominent Scottish nobleman born in the late thirteenth century. His father, who until recently has been conflated with him, was also named Thomas Randolph. His grandfather was initially known as Thomas son of Thomas son of Ranulf during his youth, but decided that was a bit of a mouthful and so decided to go by Thomas Randolph. His great-grandfather was Thomas son of Ranulf, and his great-great-grandfather was Ranulf son of Walter. Imaginatively, he decided to name his own son Thomas Randolph, making five Thomas' in a row. Additionally, his mother's name was (probably) Isabel, his wife's name was Isabel, and his younger daughter was also called Isabel. As you can imagine, I'm having a lot of fun figuring out who is who when dealing with the Randolph family...
Genealogical enquiry is a fascinating extension of history and can provide interesting insights into individuals from ages past, but it can also be maddening attempting to disentangle individuals from one another and create accurate family trees. Historians often pass comment on what people did without fully understanding who they were, and Genealogy is a useful tool for revealing the webs of relationships and inheritance which characterised the Middle Ages. #genealogy#thomasrandolph#history#historical#middleages#medieval#medievalhistory
The first Lutheran Church in the State of Montana. 20 miles North of Big Timber and 24 miles south of Harlowtown, this church sits in an open prairie at the base of the Crazy Mountains where wind gusts of up to 80mph are normal. I set up a funeral at the cemetery and the wind was terrible. I stumbled around and my greens, and chairs kept flyiing into the grave and on to the other side of the cemetery.