My Daguerreotype Boyfriend

My Daguerreotype Boyfriend This is my new favorite website. Someone is posting old pictures of really cute guys. lol. The tag line for it is: Where early photography meets extreme hotness. Could there be anything better than that?? I just wish they’d hurry up and post more photographs. ❤

We had to delete our Google+ account for breaking their terms of service by not using a proper name and being more than one person. So if you wondered why we vanished, that’s why.

Television show I’ve been watching recently that had a genealogist character: The Almighty Johnsons. Here’s the summary from wikipedia. The show follows a student named Axl Johnson who discovers his family members are reincarnated Norse gods. The only problem is, they don’t have full control of their powers and it is up to Axl (the reincarnation of Odin) to restore them and ensure the family’s survival by finding the reincarnation of Odin’s wife, Frigg. Matters are complicated by the presence of four antagonistic Norse goddesses who are trying to find Frigg before the Johnsons do to prevent the restoration of the gods’ powers.

One of the lady goddesses is a genealogist and that’s how they’re trying to locate the reincarnation of Frigg by doing genealogy research. 🙂 Anybody else know of any TV/movies with a genealogist character?

Sometimes I wish I could get away with spelling my name a different way depending on what I felt like that particular day. Edward Oglesby (my great great great grandfather) shows up with at least 4 different spellings. I know it happens a lot, but it probably happens more often with people who couldn’t read or write like Edward.

Oglesby 1850 Census

Oglesby is the most correct spelling, at least it’s the one that the rest of his family goes by after Edward’s generation.

Oglesberry 1858 land record

Ogglesbury 1860 census

Then poor Edward went off and joined the 4th Alabama Infantry in the Civil War. He was sick a lot. He had the measles, diarrhea, and something called debilitas (which just means weakness). He fought in a lot of battles that everybody has heard of, and then he died at Gettysburg. In December 1863 months after the battle of Gettysburg, they spelled his name incorrectly one more time. One of the people in charge of removing the bodies from Gettysburg and reburying them was confused as to whether he was from Maine or Alabama and wrote a letter to the Governor of Maine looking for an Edward Oglesbury.

Oglesbury - 1863 letter

So now the big mystery is what happened to his body. I’ve contacted the State Archives of Maine and Alabama and neither of them know. And I’ve used the sources listed on Gettysburg National Park website and he’s not in any of those. My next step is to contact Gettysburg and see if he’s in the Medical/Burial/POW files that they have.

If he does have a headstone somewhere I wonder what spelling they used on that.

Have you ever done searches for character names just to see if anyone by that name actually existed? As you can tell by this post, I have. If the following post doesn’t earn me some kind of Super Nerd cred, I give up.

Let’s start with the world of Charlaine Harris and True Blood. The 1920 census records an Adele Stackhouse living in Brooklyn and a Jason Stackhouse in Pennsylvania. If you lived in Manhattan in 1900, Eric Nordman from Sweden might have been your neighbor.

As a teenager, I was devastated when I looked at an atlas and learned that Avonlea isn’t even a real place. But there were lots of Anne Shirleys (with Es and without), and a Gilbert Blythe lived in Philadelphia in 1900.

I wonder if the Matthew Cuthbert living in Buffalo in 1930 was as sweet as the one who lived in Avonlea?

Maybe Serenity’s captain is a descendant of Mal C. Reynolds, born October 1864 in Pennsylvania on Earth That Was.

There are many, many Elizabeth Bennets on the census rolls, but not a single Fitzwilliam Darcy. But then again, he was always too good to be true, wasn’t he?

Hundreds of Harry Potters lived in the U.S. over the decades, but I don’t think any of them were wizards.

This post only covers the U.S. census because I don’t have a “World Deluxe” subscription on Ancestry.com. So maybe Eric Northman and Mr. Darcy were hiding elsewhere in the world… As with all fictional characters, we can only wish.

Just a link…

A friend posted this on Facebook, and I’m reposting it here because it’s both sad and interesting:

Tombstones Bear Racial Epithet

I’ve been scanning the rest of the family documents that I have. I really like those funeral cards, they’re like trading cards with dead people on them. And I found a letter from the 1860s which someone in my family thought the best way to preserve it would be to cover it in tape. *facepalms* And I found some land records, and legal papers from the 1800s. And I found this. There’s no date on it.


It says:
LAUGH AND GROW FAT, Two Hours of Fun, Music, and Mirth
Blind Pianist, Cornetist, and Violinist

Prof. Massey comes with a program rich, rare and racy. His presentations of old time reminiscences on the violin are marvelous, and his renditions on the piano are thrilling in the extreme. All who enjoy a whole soul laugh should not fail to hear him.

Then it lists the songs one of which says:

The rendering of three distinct pieces of music at once, “Fisher’s Hornpipe” with right hand, “Yankee Doodle” with left hand and “Dixie” with voice.

And then it ends with the completely inappropriate and racist:

The whole to conclude with a mimic of the negro in his camp meeting glory – Song, Sermon and Jubilee- which never fails to create both laughter and admiration.

Admission 25c and 15c. Doors open at 6:30. Trouble at 7:00

At the bottom is some advice:

Persons who become sleepy on occasions of this kind may “sleep on, sweet angel” but don’t snore. Anyone suffering with headache during the exercises may procure a handkerchief from – a woman 50 years of age who never wanted to marry, cleanse it in the mill pond of an honest miller and hang it on the door knob of the office of a lawyer who never told falsehood, when the handkerchief is dry rub affected part and an instant cure will result.

And because no advertisement is complete without a puzzle?:

WORK YOUR BRAINS. Add six of these figures to make a total of 21. A FREE TICKET will be given to the first person bringing the correct solution of this problem to the door.

I have no idea who this Prof. J. M. Massey was, but, wow, he packed a lot of crazy onto one flyer.

I’ve been reading my great grandmother’s/great grandfather’s dairy from the 1913-15 years. She talked about being in school. And then a few years later he’s talking about how it needs to rain, oh look it rained, I sure wish it would stop raining. Typical farming type concerns, but really the most interesting thing in this whole diary are the printed pages that came with it. There’s some pages about holidays, and a yearly calendar, a list of the populations of all the states, measurement conversion charts, NORMAL things. And then come the two best pages ever: HELP! In Case of Accidents. And ANTIDOTES FOR POISONS.

Here are my favorites.

When struck by lightning:


For those times when you accidentally get into the strychnine:


I had no idea there was a test for death.


And I really hope I never overdose on chloroform!


No wait, I also hope I’m never around someone else who’s had too much chloroform either!

Not all of the instructions were weird and/or horrible advice. They had CPR in there, and good instructions on to what to do for things like sunstroke.

Last month my uncle let me borrow all of the old family photographs to organize, scan, and identify. I have several large boxes full of stuff. Papers, diaries, letters, but mostly photographs.

My favorite unknown people so far are these guys:

Mystery Men

I wish I knew who they were because the picture is a big one, 8×10 on heavy paper, and the quality is really good. And their faces! Look at those guys! I want to know who they are! But there’s no identifying marks on the back at all. My best guess is that it’s one of photographs from the Garst side of my family, because the photograph is of the same type and size as some other large photographs that are all of New Mexico. But that’s just a guess.

Then there are the silly strange ones that are unlabeled that at first glance made me believe that I came from a long line of wizards.

Floating baby wizard with a wand? lol!!

Baby wizard with a golden snitch? 🙂

And then there are the photographs that are labeled but I still don’t know who the heck the person is. I scanned this picture a couple of weeks ago:

I did a bit more work on my family tree this week on a half-sister of my great grandmother. I discovered that the half sister: Esther Garst married John Patterson. So today when I was looking back through the photographs I’d scanned looking for something else entirely, when I looked at this guy, I knew exactly who he was! It was like magic!

Maybe I really do have wizard ancestors after all!!