The Library of Congress just restored an old photograph album belonging to Emily Howland. On the very last page was this photograph, never seen before. Enjoy the entire article and video on the LC blog.
Heirlooms come in all sizes. I am lucky enough to have my husband (bless him!) haul around my grandparents' 1894 bedroom set of solid red oak. It has quite the history of begetting, birthing and dying. Even my sisters were born in it, however I was the first born in a hospital.
I visited FamilySearch.org to be greeted by a message sharing this photograph of a relative, Joseph Hammond Brinton. He was a missionary in the Sandwich Islands in 1896, and then to Great Britain in 1905 with Heber J. Grant. In this photograph Joseph is on the far left of the center row. Heber J. Grant is centered in that row, a bit separated from both sides. Joseph is the son of David and Harriet Brinton, a Utah pioneer who traveled from Nauvoo, Illinois to the Cottonwood area of the Great Salt Lake region of the Utah Territory. Notice that the photograph identifies the men. Good for the person who remembered to write their names. I would have never known my relative without that. Thank you, whoever you are!
Not only did Camp Lewis materialize in only 3 months, mushrooming over a thousand structures, but the recruits descended on the training camp in hoards with many using their civilian clothing during drills. Such a drill is immortalized in this postcard. Postcards were "in." This one shows the recruits drilling. Military men would purchase postcards of their photographs in uniform for mailing home. Not a bad idea even today! I thought you would enjoy seeing this one.
The history of the military base now called Lewis-McChord began as Camp Lewis. It was built in 90 days, ready for the recruits of the Wild West Division, the 91st. The Joshua Bates of the book Evidence is Lacking.Yet I Still Hope was in the group that arrived on September 22, 1917.
This video, Camp Lewis History, is a brief overview of the base's history with am emphasis on its establishment in 1917.
This year marks the 100th year anniversary of Camp Lewis.
This video shows training at Camp Lewis. The title says this is 1936, but the dress and uniforms shout much earlier. Training at Camp Lewis Video.
I know. A strange post title.
But I just had carpel tunnel surgery on Monday and there was "the episode of the wiggly vein" that made the day, perhaps the week, for my admitting nurse. As she expertly inserted an intravenous needle she gasped (never good) as she witnessed my legendary trick vein curving backwards so that the needle could not do its job. Poor girl had to compress the gigantic needle hole in my hand for at least 10 minutes as those needles are far from fine. So the surgeon entered and she explained what happened and why the second needle was relocated. The anthestesialogist listened to the same. I realized she had to keep them apprised of the situation, but it just became funnier and funnier to me. I know she gave a needle by needle account at lunch as well.
It dawned on me that publishing is like that willful vein. Sometimes the person writing is not as in change as one would hope.
When I began this process of sharing my inquiry lesson with the world, I had no idea of the steps ahead of me. Sure, spelling, grammar, the Oxford comma, and layout were expected. There was the wiggle of how to publish. I would never self-publish! I self-published. Wiggle. I was comfortable with desktop publishing. Not so much with the magic of prepping the document for publishing outside my own desk. Wiggle, wiggle. Promotion? What?? I am ready to start my next project. Promotion? Like, my book is becoming a corporal? Wiggle. Asking for reviews, getting standard book numbers, sending off the book to governing bodies. Yikes!
But as is often the case, you rise to the occasion and realize how much you have learned. I know there is more to come with this venture. Oh dear!
If you are not attending RootsTech 2017 at the SLC Salt Palace, you can still enjoy many of the sessions Wednesday through Saturday via live streaming.
You may not ask that question, but I would as Derbyshire and Staffordshire are the English counties of my Bates ancestors.
It's been a while since I have posted. Being a Family History Center Director, even for a small center, is one busy endeavor!
I always viewed myself as a fair researcher, a good teacher, and waited for the time that I could work on my own family history. Maybe even assisting in the "MOTHERSHIP" in Salt Lake City. I had no idea how busy I would be with this church calling to direct, organize, update and staff the center. Research? HA! My family history? HA! I am hoping for a lull so that I can start again.
It has been a little over two years since I began a short stint of a few months as a Family History Center assistant director, then, as the director. My head swims with staffing, substitutes, computers, scanners, office chairs, supplies, reports and training for the FHC staff. I. Had. No. Idea.
Once everything seems organized, someone moves, receives a new calling in the church, retires, or even dies. Staffing is a revolving door. Nonetheless our FHC helpers really do help our patrons. Sometimes it is a team effort.
Here are my musings about 2016:
I am a Family History Center Director, former young adult librarian, researcher and avid family historian. I believe that deep reading of primary sources divulge amazing results.