Tell me about your family tree

My family is so diverse that I don’t know if we could ever be completely traced. Compounding the issue are grandparents on my father’s side for whom there are questions regarding the spelling of their surnames. This was deliberate on the part of my paternal grandmother, who was something of a con artist; her mother was an Indian of the Flathead tribe and we’re not certain of her name.

On my mother’s side is a grandfather for whom we have no name at all; Mom may have been the product of a liaison at a mental health facility in Wisconsin.

Good answer.

Anybody can teach himself to do online research. There are tutorials online that can help. But you need to have some method of organizing the information, which is where software comes into the picture. There are several, and they all do basically the same thing. If you don’t organize it all, you’ll become hopelessly lost in a short time, as the number of ancestors grows geometrically with each generation. I suggest not hiring a genealogist until you have exhausted what you can do yourself. If someone were to come to me and say they had done nothing, first thing I’m going to do is go to the LDS and Rootsweb sites (both are free) and do some free research, meanwhile charging $100/hr.

I am of 100% British descent on my mom’s side, although most of the family had moved here to America by the 1700s. We’ve traced our family tree back to the 1600s in England and it includes some minor nobility, but no big names. I am distantly related to two signers of the Constitution among other figures in American history.

We have an awesome medical history on that side, lucky me, and everyone is very long-lived with the exception of a couple alcoholics.

My father is adopted and we were never able to get in touch with biological relatives. We know his mother was born in America to Scotch parents and had red hair, and his father was an unknown (they wouldn’t give us his name), famous, California surgeon.

I had a pleasant surprise a few years the genealogy of my family was published. Because all that had made me interested in the early history of New Amsterdam and NYC, I happened on a book, Old Bowery Days, published in 1930. Not very far into the book were a couple of pages about the original migrant, and his son. The father was once fined three guilders because his servant raced his wagon too fast through the town streets. The son eventually ran The Tavern At The Two Mile Stone, which I think would have been two miles up what is Broadway today. I think the genealogist believed he ran the Bull’s Head instead, which stood for over a hundred years at the “Fly Market”, or the large outdoor meat market. An alternate coat-of-arms has, in fact, a bull’s head as its main charge, but this is altogether different from the one associated with the family in the old country. (Coats-of-arms in The Netherlands were not marks of nobility, but just a way of self-identification for the purpose of sealing documents. On the other hand, they did imply the use of a family name, in addition to the patronymic, and that was a distinction in the early days.)

It’s a fascinating book; I kept on reading to the end, well past the point when none of my family was in New York any more. There are anecdotes like the one of "A watch that has been keeping good time for 120 years, now brought into So-and-so’s Watch and Clock Shop for servicing by the great-grandson of the original purchaser. The book was a real trip.

Try looking at County websites for information on your last known relative. Many counties have geneology pages for asking and answering questions about family lines.

My father was the youngest of seventeen in a blended family. I had a little information about his aunts, uncles, and cousins, parents and grandparents, but not much more. But descendents of his cousins, aunts, and uncles began to contact me and they had incredible amounts of information that they had researched themselves.

On my father’s side, I am an eleventh generation Southerner. One of the early generations served in the House of Burgesses a hundred years before George Washington. The 9th generation, my grandfather, was a soldier in the Civil War and a prisoner of war at Fort Douglas in Chicago.

If you are from North Carolina, some of my ancestors that married into this line are the Brevards. Also my GGGGG Grandfather in N.C. had his Commission signed by John Hancock. I have a copy of it. (It’s been photocopied too many times.)

On my mother’s side we got lucky in that one rascal was reasonably well known in the 1920s and 1930s. He travelled all over the world writing adventure books (some for children, some for adults) and then giving lectures. He could tell a good story. Eventually he pushed his luck to far and was lost at sea on a rickity craft. (I’m leaving his name out for a reason.)

His father was proud of his accomplishments and had a little money himself. He decided in the Fifties to have the family geneology fully researched. The geneologist’s job was made easier because one of Sir Walter Scott’s relatives was a member of this same family and Scott had taken an interest and kept careful records. So, my mother’s family is traced back to 1066 to an Anglo Saxon named Tructe. The list also throws in a certain King of Scotland (who had no legitimate children) and, more importantly, Robert the Bruce.

My Scottish ancestors didn’t come to American until 1742 when there was a lot of unpleasantness going on high and low. Three brothers escaped. My line is traced from one of those three brothers and included the adventurer-writer. My aunt had his typewriter – a gift from his mother – until just before her death a couple of years ago. Since I have been the writer in the family, I was hoping that she would pass it on to me. Nope, she passed it on to one of my male cousins who “carries on the name.” We women get the short shift. Sadly, my male cousin has never heard of the guy. (shrug)

I’ve left off his name because there is one more cousin who became the money bags in the family. Rich beyond your wildest dreams. He was closer to my Grandaddy’s age. I don’t know if they ever met. They were about forty miles apart. He started out dirt poor like everyone else in the family and was a bright and decent guy. He’s deceased now. But one of the companies he founded is considered a dirty word by many, myself included.

And there’s a third writer in my mother’s family, but not in the same line. He was never well known, but he was on the fringes of the Fugitives at Vanderbilt. When I located one of his books, I had to pay $300 for it. He also taught my mother how to play a lot of things on the piano in the Thirties. She taught them to me. I can play some weird tunes on the keyboard.

Maybe someday in the future, people will be able to dial up a date and see what their ancestors were really like by just “watching” them in action in the past. I guess there are advantages to not having children.

Same boat? What a small world it is, indeed.

Suggestions/recommendations?

Another Wikipedia link, this one to the various conditions that can cause “blue baby syndrome.” I had a second cousin who was a blue baby – smart enough (he avoided brain damage), but frail (and angry about it’; he wanted to play like a normal boy, dammit! :)). He died in his teens, IIRC.

Holy crap! That is so cool. I’m going to have to ask Mom the name of our ancestor on that ship.

So’s my husband. He’s got a couple of Mayflower ancestors - Howland and Winslow. He also has Revolutionary and War of 1812 connections.

For me, New York Dutch (including Peter Minuit - which is ironic since I now work for a First Nations organization), Scots and Irish. they came to Canada as Loyalists. I’m stuck trying to trace my father’s family back to Scotland from Nova Scotia at the moment.

So our granddaughters can be DAR and IODE - talk about a schizophrenic family history!

On one side, the culture is so invested in genealogical records that there’s actual published genealogical record books dating back to (normally) a single individual who lived in the 1800s-- we’re in there with a photo of the nuclear family from when I was little. On the other side, I’m not so sure; my dad’s got records going back a few generations, but I don’t know if he managed to get back to pre-emigration generations.

Back in the 70’s my mother took some notes my aunt (her sister) had started collecting on their family and added the task of tracing my dad’s family as far back as she could. She collected all sorts of details from cemeteries, court house records, state archives records, and even did some traveling over the Southest looking for sources at least as reliable as family bibles and that sort of thing.

Even with all her work, I’m not sure what part of Europe our people came from, at least the four families involved in Mama’s and Daddy’s heritage. England, France, Holland, Ireland, Germany and perhaps others to some degree.

The websites I have visited (never subscribed to any of them) make me uneasy about accepting anything that conflicts with what Mama gathered, but I have begun to wonder how many liberties she must have taken with census spellings and the like to get connections to older generations.

One mistake I made was in paying some small amount ($5 let’s say) at a tent at a Highland Games festival near here some time ago. I was supposed to get some authentication on my family name’s origin, certified by some North Carolina college or whatever. What I got, I have learned since then, is worthless.

I guess I’m as curious as anybody about my origins, but I don’t trust the methods available on the internet, and I surely don’t have the energy and time to go do my own research. So I remain no more than about half convinced of where I came from.

I’m pretty sure my surname can be traced back to pre-Revolutionary War North Carolina and that I’m in the seventh generation since then.

A few centuries back, at least, on my father’s side—long enough to confirm we have the wrong surname. That is, all my direct ancestors have a French last name, but came from Ireland. That, combined with a few other clues of various seriousness (other branches of the family around that region and similarly far back have a surname that may derive from “Sea Wolf”; a lot of cousins from my generation surprisingly ending up tall blondes) leads to the theory/running joke that we’re descended from Vikings who took the French name.

On my mother’s side, about half have been in the new world since the Mayflower—there’s an old family cemetery in Duxbury—and the other half immigrated around the turn of the century (in one case, coming to America because the ship going to Australia—with her mother and sisters—was full). I’m a nephew to one of the members of the continental congress, and P.T. Barnum’s fat lady!

I have two huge good luck stories in the genealogy department. One, my wife is a major hobbyist who has spent thousands of hours on it. Two, only a few generations back, with high confidence, I am related to a big deal genealogist who pushed her tree back through Charlemaigne and all the way to something like 40 AD. But, setting aside the big deal genealogist, and relying entirely on Mrs. Napier, we have found two direct ancestors who fought (for the revolutionary side) at Lexington and Concord, and one who with 7 others founded the town of Cambridge, Massachusetts, and one who was living in Naumkeag (later Salem) by 1623. Several came on the first trip of the Arbella, which started the Puritan migration from England. Many, probably more than from anywhere else, were part of that migration. My first ancestor that was born in the New World was many years later part of the witch trials in Salem; she was appointed by the court to inspect a witch and reported the definitive “witch’s teat”, helping the conviction. I’m also a distant cousin to two Presidents.

So, this was not mostly my work. But I did take Mrs. on several trips, took copious notes with dull short pencils in musty church basements, tromped around in the woods finding old gravestones, and that sort of thing.

By the way, I think it’s statistically a truism that anybody with European ancestry has many different lines back to Charlemaign - billions of different lines, I guess.

The thing is, you have twice as many ancestors for each generation further back. So, going back 1200 years to his time, you have about 60 generations, so in his day you had 2^60 or about ten billion billion ancestors.

Obviously, there were not 10,000,000,000,000,000,000 people back then, so in this context an “ancestor” is a slot in your family tree, and your tree has many of those slots filled by the same person, and many more filled by another person, and so forth.

Anybody who lived 60 generations ago and is known to have left dozens of descendants, as Charlemaigne did, is pretty much guaranteed to be filling many of the slots in your tree.

So, while it is special to know of one of the lines, all of us of European ancestry have many of them.

One other thing - I hear something like 20% of births are misattributed to the wrong father. This number seems high, but to believe in a line with dozens of steps back requires believing in the validity of all of the steps to fathers, and that sounds optimistic. Some day I think genetic testing will have positioned each of us correctly in the giant carpet of interrelation that is humanity, but in the meantime, we do need a little doubt.

Well, let’s see here…

Father’s side - confirmed Mayflower descendant (John Alden and Priscilla Mullins); several branches reaching back to 1700s New England, including involvement in King Philip’s War and something called the Sudbury Fight; and a wealthy industrialist uncle who went in on a cheap dam upstream from the factory town he’d built only to have it burst and take the whole town with it.

Mother’s side - Possible, as yet unproven Mayflower connection (William Brewster); possible, as yet unproven drop of Abenaki blood; proven descent from a man who owned half of what is now Boston, Massachusetts; Swedes who got their last name from the town where the original ancestor got stationed after taking the King’s penny and serving for thirty years (including a stint in Denmark during the First Schleswig War); father (ancestor) and son (uncle) who saw action in the Deep South in the US Civil War - father died in Louisiana, son survived Andersonville (a ‘Plymouth Pilgrim’ of the 16th CT) but died in Florence, SC.

I have a question that has been nagging me for a while. Family lore is that greatgrandpa’s point of entry to the USA was Chicago. That doesn’t seem plausible to me. Wouldn’t he have had to go through NYC or elsewhere first?

Coming from where?

I believe a port in Denmark, maybe Germany.

I don’t have a cite for it, but I remember reading that researchers collecting surname/Y-chromosome data were very surprised that same-surnamed individuals did match haplotype, even in branches which diverged several centuries ago. That is, they’d expected a cuckolding rate of 4% or more, or some such, but the strong surname-haplotype correlation over dozens of generations showed that the cuckolding rate must have been much lower than expected.

You don’t have to go too far back before the number of distinct ancestors starts to decrease with each generation! Googling for a citation I found a column by Our Leader Himself

(same-surnamed = rare surname. Smith, Brown etc. have dinstinct lines to start with.)