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Genealogist's Christmas Eve

'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my spouse.

The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and with letters which said...
"Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."

Stacks of old copies of wills and such
Were proof that my work had become too much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.

And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.

Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
I'd spent time researching those birth dates and years.

While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.

When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and 'ole Santa Claus, too.

And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!

"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
Spotting my face, good 'ole Santa could see
I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy:
When I'd been too busy for even one toy.

He spied my research on the table all spread
"A genealogist!" He cried!  (My face was all red!)
"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.

I gazed with amusement--the cover it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.

"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
A special treat I am thus able to bring,
To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."

"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.

While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Family history is Fun!  Merry Christmas!  Goodnight!"

--Author Unknown


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Looking for grandmother's name and information. Killed in tornado in 1953 in Phenix City, AL. She was a full blooded Indian and I do not have a clue as how to find information on her.

Have been searching for information on Abraham Artley born 1800 in Reading, Berks Co. PA. Married to Elizabeth Wease in 1822, on son Daniel born in 1824. Abraham died in 1862. Looking for parents and siblings of Abraham.
Thank you

Santa has yet to show up tonight, it's only 3:P.M. here in Milwaukee and he is probably busy just finishing up work in Eastern Europe at this hour - pretty tired to boot; I would bet - now that China has been added to his route (It was in the Wall Street Journal!).

I think he must have stopped by two weeks ago, that night I fell asleep scrolling back and forth across the next and previous household's on the 1880 Census for Ludington, Michigan till I fell asleep not quite finished with enumeration district 171.

Paquette = Paguette, any variation of Legault dit DesLauriers = Delanrier, Patdrin = Poderin. And every time a married childs name changes it get added to a sibling listed below. No wonder it has taken me over a decade to find these folk!

Santa (or some:one/spirit - rabid genealogists know of whome I speak) may have kicked down one of my brick walls that night!

We all know that the 1880 census takers knew best how to spell French-Canadian speaking folks names, and that the modern day transcribers at www.familysearch.org would only transcribe the information as they found it without changing a thing. And unless you are willing to shell out a few hundred bucks, it is virtually impossible to find the original images for free.

For the past ten days whenever I get a chance I have been scouring and gleening all the data I can find online at FamilySearch, Mason County GENWEB and the DIBEAN Michigan, plus Illinois Statewide Marriage Indexes, to name a few.

The mis-spelled and mis-allocated surnames combined with dates are beginning to line up with all those old photographs and tintypes with Ludington studio stamps on them or the covers, with handwritten (hard to read) names and dates on the back.

Not to mention the wealth of St. Lawrence, Erie Canal and Great Lakes history I am finding.

Have most of my maternal and paternal Eurorean lines back 12 or more generations here in North America to the late 1500's/early 1600's. There are some native folk mixed in. D.A.R. and Ellis Island mean virtually nothing to me, short of late coming cousins, of whome there are more than a few.

So, Santa. I did manage to get you a plate of storebought iced and sparkly decorated Christmas Tree shaped cookies, milk is in the fridge - help yourself - I know your in a hurry. Dont worry about the mess.

I'll probably still be awake...

Love Peter

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