Beth Breinholt made a presentation in a class she was taking and later wrote it
into a podcast (here). I love her ideas. Not only that, but she quotes me in it. I
asked her if I could use her material as a guest post. It's a little longer than usual, but well worth reading. Thanks Beth.
Beth's words: Today I am
talking to you about preserving family records.
I love my family. I grew up in a
large family—I have nine brothers and sisters. Then I got married and raised my
family of children. I love this family too, and it’s still growing—and now I
have grandchildren, and I love them too.
I have found
when I love someone, I’m always looking for things to give them. Like my
time, or my energy, or other gifts. One of the best gifts I’ve ever received is
the stories of my family—my ancestors.
My parents and others shared these gifts with me, and because of that, I
know my ancestors, and I love them too, which, is not surprising, because I
I’ve noticed about families is that there is always at least one person who
becomes “the record keeper”—this is the “go to guy” if you want some
information about the family.
|Hazel Johnson Christensen|
One of the
record keepers in my family—Hazel Johnson Christensen—is my grandmother. She would call me in the hospital when I was
having a baby to get the information about this new descendant of hers. Another
family record keeper was Anna Christensen Whitney, my mother. She taught me some of the basics of
If you think
for a minute, I bet you could identify the record keeper in your family. I
didn’t really know if I was a family record keeper, but then I had an
experience. Remember my desire to give things to the ones I love? Well, I’ve
already mentioned that I know some cool family stories about my ancestors, and
I really wanted to share them with my children, but I couldn’t remember some of
the details, and I kept getting their names all mixed up in my head. But I knew where to get this information.
at this time, my mom and grandma had already passed on, so I couldn’t talk to
them, but I knew who had the stuff—my oldest sister, Joy. I called her and yes, she had the stuff. I said, “Hey I have this cool idea—what if we
make these books, awesome genealogy books, which have all the pictures and
stories and everything we know about our ancestors all together in one place?”
It was quiet
on the other end of the phone for a sec, and then Joy said, “Sounds great. It
is okay if it takes longer than a day?” You
see, I was known in my family of origin for my enthusiasm and speed, not so
much endurance. I said, “Sure!” And so Phase One of the project began.
I went to my
sister’s house once a week, and we combed through boxes and boxes of material
in folders and binders, sorting and organizing.
This time of excitement for me was also the time of a great revolution
across the world--home computers!
Phase Two of
our grand plan was to move the information we had on paper to the computer, for
better organization and sharing. And that’s what I began to do, transfer the
genealogy of my family from the long and handwritten old style family group to
the new style. I used DOS as my
operating system and printed some things out with a dot-matrix computer, and it
was cutting edge! We began word processing everything, including the hand
written family histories, journals, letters.
This hefty project we undertook became a huge learning process.
One day, I
switched on the computer to begin more data entry, and discovered that the
information I have previously worked on was gone! Somehow the program had
crashed, and I lot several months’ worth of work. That lesson was about
back-ups. Always back up your files. In
many different ways!
As I started
at the beginning again, I got a second chance to know these people. As I reentered their names and information on
the computer, there were a couple of names that kept coming back to me:
Angelina Hale Nay and Lucy Thankful Pine Nay.
Who were these women and what were there stories? I finally just had to
know, and I took a break from the data entry and started a little bit of looking.
As I studied more closely, I discovered they were married to the same man!
Sister wives? Or were they?
family group sheet, there was a blank where the death date for Thirza should
have been, but the place where she died was filled out. Easy fix.
I would call the city office in Monroe, Sevier County, Utah and get that
information. Well, they didn’t know.
Fine. I would take a drive down and read the headstone myself. John Nay and
Lucy Thankful were there but no Thirza. I was perplexed, yet intrigued. I
enrolled others in this quest. I started branching out and contacting second
and third cousins. I asked them what they had on their family group sheets. One
person told me Thirza died before 1860. That’s the year John Nay married Lucy
Thankful. It was a logical explanation. Another said Thirza left her family and
ran off with a soldier.
We found out
a few more stories about her but nothing could be substantiated; however we did
make some great new family friends during the process, swapped a lot of
information, and many were interested in the plan we had to culminate this
family information into a book.
Well, something about Thirza wouldn’t leave me alone.
rubbed me the wrong way to see that blank spot in the family group sheet with
no death date. One of the strategies we can use in research is to look at other
families for clues about the one in question.
Thirza had a
family before she disappeared, and her youngest son, Ormus Bates Nay, is my 2nd
great grandpa. We discovered that he was a colorful character—in fact, he was a
train robber, and spent 7 years in the Nevada state penitentiary! Incredibly, this information eventually
One day, my
sister got a phone call from one of our second cousins, Allen Nay. Talk about colorful characters—he was a
minister at the time for a motorcycle group called Soldiers of the Cross. He told us he had found an old pony express
Bible for sale on EBay, and he thought we would be really interested in the
|Ormus Bates Nay Bible|
“Circle Valley, March 26 1887. Present from your darling mother, Thirza
Angelina Marley, to her son, Ormus B. Nay.”
We WERE interested!! 1887 was one
of the years during the time that Ormus spent in prison, and apparently his
mother lovingly sent him a Bible hoping to help him reform. We finally had the
evidence that she did not die before 1860, but was alive and well many years
after that time.
There’s more to the story, and if you ever want to read it, you can—it’s in the book (The Nay Family in Utah and the West)! We finally finished our first big project and shared it with many of our
family members throughout the United States In fact this book is online in a
readable format on one of our family web sites.
So yes, I am
a family record keeper. I am one of the ones who get to help preserve our
family records. It’s one of the gifts I give to show my family how much I love
them. How about you? Are you a record