Wednesday, January 21, 2026

ABC Biography of United Empire Loyalist John Kemp (1723-1795) and His Wife Anna (Van Vorst) Kemp (1732-1789) of New York and Upper Canada

 Using the ABC method described in Using Artificial Intelligence In the Ancestor Biography Creation (ABC) Process, here is another ancestor couple biography using the Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 AI tool.

1)  One of my United Empire Loyalist (UEL) ancestors is John Kemp (1723-1795), and his wife  Anna (Van Vorst) (van der Bogaert) Kemp (1732-1789) of New York and Upper Canada.  Their genealogical sketches are in 52 Ancestors - Week 167: #240 John Kemp (1723-1795) of Fredericksburgh, Ontario and 52 Ancestors - Week 168: #241 Anna (Van Vorst) (Van den Bogart) Kemp (1732-1789) of Fredericksburgh, Ontario, respectively. They are my 5th great-grandparents.

(AI NotebookLM Infographic of the John and Anna (Van Vorst) Kemp Family)

2) For the Claude AI biography, I attached the PDF of the genealogical sketches for the two ancestors using the plus (+) icon, and then prompted the AI tool with: "You are an expert genealogist and family historian. Please create a biography based on information in the attached files for the John and Anna (Van Vorst) Kemp family, including parents, siblings, spouses and children (with birth, marriage and death dates and places). Summarize life events, add historical events as appropriate, but do not add or embellish any extra genealogical details. Use section headings. Expand the information in each section to add more details. The tone should be engaging and suitable for family members."

3)  The Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 biography (lightly edited), after requesting more detailed information, is:


The Kemp Family: From Mystery to Loyalty

John Kemp and Anna Van Vorst: A United Empire Loyalist Family


A Man of Unknown Origins

John Kemp's life began shrouded in mystery. Born around 1723, his origins remain uncertain despite extensive research. A 1783 military record identified him as being from the "Country of Merriland," which researchers have speculated could refer to the American state of Maryland, the township of Maryland in New York, or perhaps even a location in the British Isles or Europe. His nationality and birthplace have never been confirmed with total certainty. Some researchers think that he was born in Maryland, the son of  John and Johanna (Peake) Kemp of Maryland Colony.

For the first thirty-eight years of John Kemp's life, virtually nothing is known. He may have served as a soldier in the British Army stationed in New York before 1760 during the French and Indian Wars, though this remains speculation. The military record from 1783 listed his age as 60, supporting the estimated birth year of 1723.

A New Life in New York

John Kemp's documented life begins in the Albany/Schenectady area of New York along the Hudson and Mohawk Rivers around 1760. His name first appeared on the records of the First Dutch Reformed Church of Schenectady in 1761, on the baptismal record of his eldest son, Joseph. At this time, he would have been approximately 38 years old.

Around 1759, John married Anna Van der Bogart (née Van Vorst), becoming her second husband. Anna had been born before October 22, 1732, in Schenectady, the daughter of Jacobus Jillise Van Vorst and Anna Beck. She was christened on October 22, 1732, at the Dutch Reformed Church in Schenectady. As a widow of Nicolaas Van der Bogart, Anna brought her son Francis Van der Bogart into the marriage.

On early New York State records, John's name appeared variously as "John Camp" or "John Camps," reflecting the fluid spelling conventions of the era. In March 1765, a "John Kempe" signed a petition requesting a minister for St. George's Anglican Church in Schenectady. This petition, submitted by a group of Englishmen who wanted someone to "administer to the needs of the English," may or may not refer to our John Kemp, though the timing and location make it plausible.

Growing Family and Community Life

Between 1761 and 1770, John and Anna had five children together, with the first three recorded in the First Dutch Reformed Church records in Schenectady:

  • Joseph Kemp (baptized July 20, 1761)

  • Jacobus James Kemp (baptized January 9, 1763) — Jacobus being the Dutch name for James

  • Rachel Kemp (baptized August 23, 1767)

  • John Kemp Jr. (born March 3, 1768)

  • Nancy Anna Kemp (born 1768)

By 1767, John Camp appeared on the list of Captain Daniel Campbell's Company of Militia in Schenectady. The family later moved to Guilford township in the district of Ballston, Saratoga County, where the 1772 census recorded "John Camps" with a wife and eight children. The December 31, 1779 tax list for Ballston District showed John Camp with an assessment of 87 pounds and a tax amount of 3 pounds, 15 shillings, 6 pence.

Loyalty to the Crown

When the American Revolution erupted, John Kemp made a fateful choice that would alter his family's destiny forever. He and two of his sons, along with his stepson Francis Van der Bogart, fought for the British. They joined the King's Rangers, a Provincial corps that played a crucial role in the British military effort during the Revolution.

The King's Rangers was a unit of scouts and rangers commanded by the famous (and controversial) Robert Rogers, who had gained renown during the French and Indian War for his Rogers' Rangers. During the American Revolution, Rogers formed a new Loyalist regiment in His Majesty's Service under the designation "King's Rangers." These were not regular British Army troops but rather Provincial forces composed of American colonists who remained loyal to the Crown. The Rangers served as scouts, conducted reconnaissance missions, and engaged in frontier warfare — dangerous and demanding service that required men familiar with the terrain and conditions of North America.

John Kemp did not enlist until October 13, 1780, when he was approximately 57 years old — a remarkable age to join active military service, especially in a unit known for its rigorous scouting duties. He served as a Private in Captain Samuel Hayden's Company under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Commandant Robert Rogers. For the next two years, he was stationed in the occupied zone around New York City, which the British held throughout most of the war as their primary base of operations.

His sons and stepson had enlisted earlier and spent most of the war at the strategic post of St. Jean (then called St. John's), Quebec, located on the Richelieu River. This fort served as a vital link between the St. Lawrence River and Lake Champlain, making it a key defensive position for protecting the route to Montreal and controlling movement between Canada and New York.

By January 1783, with the war effectively over, John was reunited at St. John's with his two eldest sons, Joseph and James, and his stepson Francis. The January 21, 1783 return of Major James Rogers's detachment of the King's Rangers quartered at St. John's provides our only physical description of John Kemp: he stood 5 feet 5 inches tall and was listed as 60 years old, having served one-half month at that posting.

A New Beginning in Upper Canada

When the British lost the war, the consequences for Loyalists were severe. The King's Rangers disbanded at Cataraqui, Ontario (near Kingston) in October 1784. A muster roll taken between September 1783 and May/June 1784 listed "Jno. Kimp" as having one incorporated man and one woman, totaling two people, formerly from New York, occupation: farmer. A January 27, 1784 return showed John Kemp with four family members at St. John's.

Because of their loyalty to King George III of England, John Kemp and his family were bestowed the title of "United Empire Loyalists" (UEL) — an honor that entitled each family member to 200 acres of free land. John Kemp appeared on the Provision List of Kingston in 1786 and received his land grant in Fredericksburgh Township, Addington County, Ontario, on Concession 4, Lot 2, which he shared with Oliver Church Jr.

John was not content with his initial allotment. On March 11, 1790, he petitioned for additional land, noting he had already received 100 acres but requesting 200 acres in Richmond Township. He also prayed for 100 acres for his wife and child, seeking 300 acres in total. In February 1793, John Kemp Sr. petitioned again from Adolphustown, identifying himself as a soldier in the King's Rangers commanded by Major James Rogers. Having drawn only 100 acres, he asked for two lots of 200 acres in Richmond Township, County of Lennox. His memorial for 400 acres was partially granted at 200 acres.

John Kemp served on the Land Board of Mecklenburgh in both 1790 and 1793, a position of responsibility in the growing community. The family attended the Anglican and/or First Reformed Church, reflecting both John's possible Anglican connections and Anna's Dutch Reformed heritage.

Final Years

Tragedy struck the family on July 15, 1789, when Anna Kemp died in Fredericksburgh at approximately 56 years of age. She was buried the same day. John survived his wife by more than five years, continuing to farm and serve his community.

John Kemp died before January 15, 1795, at approximately 72 years of age, in Fredericksburgh, Lennox, Upper Canada. He was buried on January 15, 1795 (though one source records his death as January 31, 1795). He left behind a legacy of service, loyalty, and the beginnings of a substantial Canadian family line.

The Next Generation

The Kemp children built their own lives in Upper Canada:

  • Joseph Kemp married Catherine Bovee on December 3, 1787, in Ballston, Saratoga, New York, had seven chldren, and lived until after 1836 in Upper Canada.
  • Jacobus James Kemp married twice — first to Phoebe Van Siclen on December 26, 1790, in Fredericksburgh, and after her death to Jane Anderson on August 19, 1799, also in Fredericksburgh. He died on March 23, 1803, in Fredericksburgh.
  • Rachel Kemp died young in 1795 at just 28 years of age, the same year as her father.
  • John Kemp Jr. married Mary Dafoe on January 26, 1795, in Fredericksburgh, had nine children, and lived a remarkably long life, dying on May 25, 1861, in Fredericksburgh at age 93.
  • Nancy Anna Kemp married Abraham Loucks around 1788 in Fredericksburgh, had two children and died in 1851.

Legacy

The story of John and Anna Kemp embodies the experience of thousands of United Empire Loyalists who sacrificed their homes, property, and established lives for their loyalty to the British Crown. From John's mysterious origins to his final resting place in the Canadian wilderness he helped settle, the Kemp family represents the determination, resilience, and adaptability that built early Upper Canada. Their descendants spread throughout Ontario and beyond, carrying forward the UEL designation and the legacy of a family that chose loyalty over convenience and built a new life from scratch in the Canadian frontier.


Sources

This biography is based on research compiled by Cheryl Kemp Taber and documented in various historical records, including:

  • Baptism records of Schenectady Reformed Church, 1694-1811

  • British Military C Series records (C1862, MG13)

  • Haldimand Papers

  • Ontario Historical Society Papers and Records (William Briggs, 1899)

  • Upper Canada Land Petitions

  • Various church records and genealogical databases

Note: Despite extensive research, John Kemp's parents remain unknown, and questions about his origins persist. The Muster Rolls of New York Provincial Troops, 1755-1764, were checked but contained no listing for any Kemp or Camp.

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4) An Audio Overview (essentially a podcast) created by the Google NotebookLM AI tool) describing and celebrating the lives of John and Anna (Van Vorst) Kemp can be heard here (click on "Audio Overview" and wait for it to load, then play it).

5)  The Video Overview discussing the lives of John and Anna (Van Vorst) Kemp created by the Google NotebookLM AI tool is: 


6)  I edited the Claude biography text to correct minor inconsistencies and errors. Every large language model (LLM) AI tool writes descriptive text much better than I can write. I was an aerospace engineer in my former life, and my research reports and genealogical sketches reflect "just the facts gleaned from my research." The AI tools are very perceptive, insightful and create readable text in seconds, including local and national historical events and social history detail when requested.

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Betty Carringer at Age 16 in San Diego -- (Not So) Wordless Wednesday #902

 This is a priceless (to me) image in my computer file folders:


This photograph is of my mother, Betty Virginia Carringer at about age 16 taken in about 1935 at San Diego High School.  She is wearing some sort of costume as part of her school activities.

I enhanced and colorized a black and white photgraph with the MyHeritage photo tools. 

This photograph is a part of my family history. 

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Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Genealogy News Bytes - Week of 14 to 20 January 2026

  Welcome to Genealogy News Bytes, posted on Tuesday afternoon for the past week, where we try to highlight the most important genealogy and family history news  items that came across our desktop since the last issue.    


1)  Genealogy and Family History News Articles:










2)  DNA/IGG-Related News Articles



4)  New or Updated Genealogy Digital Record Collections:












5)  Did you miss the last post in this series?  See Genealogy News Bytes - Week of 7 to 13 January 2026.


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Ask AI: Describe Lyle Carringer's Life At Age 23 in San Diego, California in 1915

  After developing the AI-assisted ABC Biography of #6 Lyle Lawrence Carringer (1891-1976) of San Diego, CaliforniaI wondered what life was like for my maternal grandfather Lyle Lawrence Carringer at age 23 in 1915 in San Diego, Californhia.


(AI NotebookLM infographic of Lyle Carringer's  life in 1915)

I asked Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 to write a story about it (I added some details about the exposition and Claude searched the Internet for information). Here is the story about Lyle Carringer's life in 1915 at age 23: 


The Year of Wonder: Lyle Carringer's 1915

January 1, 1915 - Opening Day

Twenty-three-year-old Lyle Carringer pushed through the crowds streaming toward Balboa Park, his heart racing with excitement. He'd convinced three friends from work to join him for opening day of the Panama-California Exposition, and even though the fifty-cent admission represented nearly a day's wages for a young man working his way up at Marston's Department Store, he wouldn't have missed this for the world.

The streetcar was packed to bursting. Lyle stood wedged between his fellow passengers, all equally eager to witness what the newspapers had been proclaiming as San Diego's moment of glory. Of the 180,270 people who would visit the Exposition in January, about 100,000 entered the gates during just the first week, and it seemed like most of them were on this particular streetcar.

As they approached the park, Lyle caught his first glimpse of the magnificent Cabrillo Bridge spanning the canyon. The bridge had cost a quarter of a million dollars, a sum so vast Lyle could barely comprehend it. But standing there, watching the ornate structure arch gracefully over the gorge, he understood—this was something special, something that would put San Diego on the map forever.

"Would you look at that!" his friend Charlie exclaimed as they crossed the bridge and entered through the California Quadrangle. The California Tower soared above them, its ornate Spanish Colonial Revival architecture unlike anything Lyle had seen in his twenty-three years of San Diego living. The California Building, a permanent structure, cost approximately three-quarters of a million dollars.

Exploring the Wonders

The group spent hours wandering the Exposition grounds. They marveled at the Botanical Building with its delicate lath construction and exotic plants from around the world. In the northwest corner, Lyle discovered the Japanese Tea Garden and pavilion built by the Japanese Tea Association, with gardens featuring plants native to both Japan and San Diego—bamboo, wisteria, and cedar trees.

"Let's see the Panama Canal exhibit!" Lyle suggested, and they made their way to the miniature reproduction of the canal's lock system. As a store clerk who'd spent his entire life in San Diego, Lyle had only read about such engineering marvels in newspapers. Now, watching the miniature locks demonstrate how ships would rise and fall through the canal, he felt connected to the wider world in a way he never had before.

The Isthmus was pure entertainment—a location of boardwalks and rolling chairs where attractions and exhibits competed for attention. Though officials allowed barkers to spiel on the Isthmus, trying to boost sagging attendance after a slow winter, Lyle loved every minute of the organized chaos.

At the Plaza de Panama, little children fed pigeons while their parents strolled beneath the winter sun. The scene was so peaceful, so perfect, that Lyle wished he'd brought his camera to capture it.

The Great Road Race

Just eight days after opening day, on Saturday morning, January 9th, Lyle joined what seemed like half of San Diego heading to Point Loma for the Exposition Road Race. An estimated 50,000 people spread out along the six-mile course to watch the spectacle—the San Diego Union would later proclaim it "the greatest throng ever seen at one event in San Diego, excepting, perhaps, the opening of the exposition."

Lyle had scraped together the dollar admission price, which included a bleacher seat facing the long straightaway on Rosecrans Street where the speeds would be greatest. But like most spectators, he couldn't resist walking the course to stake out a position along one of the turns, where the real action would be.

The world's fastest race-car drivers had converged on San Diego: legendary Barney Oldfield, Eddie Rickenbacker, Earl Cooper, and San Diego's own "Bad Bill" Carlson. Eighteen cars lined up to race 305 miles—51 grueling laps—on Point Loma's dirt roads for a winning purse of $5,000. The racecourse featured abrupt turns on streets paved only with loose decomposed granite, and everyone expected spectacular crashes.

The roar of engines filled the air as the race began. Lyle watched, mesmerized, as the powerful machines thundered past, kicking up clouds of dust and gravel. He had his camera with him and managed to capture a photograph of the chaos and excitement. The spectacle was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed—cars sliding around corners, tires bursting, engines straining at speeds that seemed impossibly fast.

After 51 laps and 4 hours and 41 minutes of bone-rattling racing, Earl Cooper claimed victory in his Stutz, averaging over 65 mph. San Diego's own Carlson finished a close second in his Maxwell. Of the eighteen starters, only five cars finished the grueling race. The dozen local physicians who'd staffed five field hospitals along the course had kept busy, just as everyone had predicted.

Walking back to catch the streetcar home, his ears still ringing from the engine noise, Lyle clutched his camera carefully. He'd witnessed history today, and he had a photograph to prove it. The race had been designed to promote the Panama-California Exposition, but attendance at Balboa Park that day totaled just 6,112—everyone had come to Point Loma instead.

Working Days, Exposition Nights

Throughout that remarkable year, Lyle fell into a pattern. Six days a week, he reported to Marston's Department Store at 6th and C Street, where he'd been working his way up since he was fourteen years old. By 1915, he'd progressed from cash boy to cashier to mail order clerk, and now he was working as a floorwalker—supervising sales clerks, handling customer complaints, and learning the business from the ground up.

The work was demanding, but it gave him Saturday afternoons and Sundays free. More importantly, it gave him money in his pocket—not much, but enough to afford the occasional streetcar ride to Balboa Park or the beach with friends.

Living at home with his parents, Austin and Della, at their house on 2105 30th Street meant Lyle could save most of his earnings. His mother still did his laundry and cooked his meals, treating her twenty-three-year-old son with the same care she'd given him as a boy. Some evenings, after dinner, Lyle would tell his parents about the wonders he'd seen at the Exposition, describing the exotic exhibits and the crowds of visitors from all over America.

"San Diego is growing up," his father would say with satisfaction. "Imagine—our little town hosting a world's fair!"

Summer at the Beach

On hot summer Saturdays, when the marine layer burned off by mid-morning, Lyle and his friends would take the streetcar and ferry across the bay to Coronado Beach. They'd spend hours in the surf, their pale store-clerk skin turning lobster-red despite their best intentions. The girls they knew from the neighborhood would sometimes join them, and there would be splashing and laughter and the kind of innocent fun that defined youth in 1915.

"Lyle, you're going to turn into a prune!" his friend Eddie would tease as Lyle stayed in the water long after the others had collapsed on the sand.

But Lyle loved the ocean. Growing up in San Diego, he'd always felt the pull of the Pacific, that vast blue expanse that connected his small city to the wider world. Swimming in the waves, he felt free in a way that standing behind a counter at Marston's never quite achieved.

After the beach, they'd sometimes stop for ice cream or walk along the Hotel del Coronado's grounds, admiring the massive Victorian resort and imagining what it must be like to be wealthy enough to stay there. Then they'd catch the ferry back to San Diego, tired and sunburned and happy, watching the city's skyline grow larger as they crossed the bay.

Autumn Glory

The most exciting day in October was October 29, when inventor Thomas A. Edison, in his 68th year, and automobile manufacturer Henry Ford, in his 52nd year, visited the Fair together. Lyle managed to get away from work early that day, racing to Balboa Park to catch a glimpse of the famous men.

When the automobile bearing the pair entered the Plaza de Panama, about 12,000 schoolchildren buried Edison in flowers. Lyle, standing in the enormous crowd, felt goosebumps rise on his arms. Here were men who had changed America, and they had come to his city, to his Exposition!

Earlier that month, on Catholic Day, October 24, a chorus of more than 100 voices sang a solemn high mass in D minor at the Organ Pavilion, with a company of U.S. Marines, 2,000 lay members, 56 altar boys, and 25 clergymen participating. Lyle wasn't Catholic, but he attended anyway, moved by the grandeur of the ceremony and the beauty of the music echoing across the park.

Evening Magic

The Exposition was beautiful during the day, but at night it became magical. Lyle loved visiting in the evening, when adult admission dropped to 25 cents after 6:00 p.m. Electric lights outlined every building, creating a fairyland of illumination against the dark sky. The California Tower glowed like something from a dream, and couples strolled hand-in-hand along the Prado, their faces lit by the warm glow of countless bulbs.

One Saturday night in November, Lyle wandered through the nearly-deserted park after most visitors had gone home. He stood in the Plaza de Panama, looking up at the tower, and felt a profound sense of gratitude. He was witnessing history, living through what would surely be remembered as San Diego's greatest moment.

Nineteen hundred and fifteen was San Diego's most notable year in the twentieth century. The Panama-California Exposition held in San Diego that year put the small town in the southwest corner of the United States on the map and convinced some people, but not all, that its name was spelled S-a-n D-i-e-g-o and not S-a-n-t-i-a-g-o.

A City Transformed

As the year progressed, Lyle noticed changes in San Diego itself. The city that had been his home since birth was growing more cosmopolitan, more confident. Visitors from across America streamed through downtown, and Marston's Department Store saw increased business as tourists sought quality goods to take home as souvenirs.

At work, Lyle found himself explaining directions to the Exposition dozens of times a day, recommending the best streetcar routes, and describing his favorite exhibits. He became something of an unofficial ambassador for both the store and the city, proud to represent San Diego to the wider world.

The experience taught him something important: San Diego wasn't just a small town anymore. It was a real city with real ambitions, and he was part of its future.

Sundays in the Park

Although officials ordered main buildings to be closed on Sundays, Lyle often visited Balboa Park on Sunday afternoons anyway, walking the grounds with friends or family. Without the crowds, he could appreciate the architecture in peace, studying the ornate details of the buildings and imagining what the park would become after the Exposition ended.

His father joined him one Sunday in late fall. They walked across the Cabrillo Bridge together, two San Diego natives (well, Austin had been there since 1887, almost a native!) —one who remembered when the park was just scrubland and canyons, and one who was watching it transform into something magnificent.

"When I first came to San Diego," Austin said, "none of this existed. It was wilderness. And now look at it—a world's fair! Sometimes I can hardly believe it."

Lyle understood. Even having watched the construction for years, even having visited dozens of times throughout 1915, he still found it hard to believe that his hometown had pulled off something so spectacular.

December Reflections

As 1915 drew to a close, Lyle made one final visit to the Exposition on a crisp December evening. He stood in the Plaza de Panama, the same spot where he'd stood on opening day nearly twelve months before, and took mental inventory of all he'd experienced.

He'd seen Thomas Edison and Henry Ford. He'd explored exotic exhibits from around the world. He'd watched his city step onto the world stage with confidence and grace. He'd spent lazy summer days at the beach with friends, and warm evenings wandering the illuminated paths of Balboa Park.

Most importantly, he'd witnessed what was possible when people dared to dream big. San Diego, his San Diego, had hosted a world's fair. And he, Lyle Lawrence Carringer, had been there to see it all.

At the end of 1915, total visitors reached over two million and the expo had turned a small profit of $56,570. But for Lyle, the real profit couldn't be measured in dollars. It was measured in memories, in inspiration, in the growing conviction that he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

As he rode the streetcar home that December night, back to 30th Street and his parents' house, Lyle smiled to himself. Twenty-four years old, working his way up at Marston's, living in a city that had just proved it could accomplish anything—the future looked bright indeed.

He didn't know that war would soon draw him into the Marine Corps, or that he'd meet the love of his life soon and marry in three years, or that he'd spend the next sixty-one years building a quiet, honorable life in this city he loved. But on that December night in 1915, with the lights of the Exposition still glowing in his memory, Lyle Carringer felt lucky to be alive, lucky to be young, and lucky to call San Diego home.

It had been, without question, a year of wonder.

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3)  The Google NotebookLM Video Overview of this story is below. 

4) I have no easy way to double-check these responses from Claude. I don't have many book resources for these subjects and this locality, but there are published books available for this time period and general location. The family mentioned is my ancestral family (Lyle is my maternal  grandfather) and I have significant information about their lives from the available records, but know nothing about their daily lives, especially as a young person.

5)  After I read these types of social history summaries, I wish that I could be a time traveler for one day to visit the Carringer family in San Diego in 1915 and witness their daily lives.  I'm glad that the general lifestyles and occupations are known from historical records and eyewitness accounts.

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Monday, January 19, 2026

Randy's Genealogy Pot-Pourri - Week Ending 18 January 2026

 Here are the highlights of my family history and genealogy related activities over the past week (ending Sunday, 18 January 2026).  Just like that, 2026 is 5% over.

1)  Hosted and moderated the Chula Vista Genealogical Society Research Group meeting on Zoom. Reported on RootsTech 2026, Finding Your Roots, Legacy Family Tree Webinars, Nathan Goodwin's new book, Ancestry AI Stories, FamilySearch SimpleSearch, MyHeritage Traits, new books, and more.  Also showed how turning the NotebookLM Slide Deck into Google Slides into a narrated Google Vids slide show works. 

2)  Curated genealogy-related articles to keep myself and my readers updated on the genealogy world in:


8)  Added a number of the recent Google NotebookLM Videos and Slide Shows to my YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/@RandySeaver

9)  My AncestryDNA test now has 50,466 DNA matches (up 38 from 11 January) with 2,144 "close" matches (20 cM or more) today (up 1), with one new ThruLines.  Added Notes to one Match, and added no new DNA match lines to RootsMagic.    MyHeritageDNA test now has 14,045 DNA matches (up 21 from 11 January) for me. 

10)  Searched for more records of ancestral families on Ancestry, FamilySearch and MyHeritage, downloaded record images to my digital file folders, and added research notes, events and sources to RootsMagic profiles.  My RootsMagic family tree now has 74,869 profiles (down 7 from last week - I found some duplicates)  and 147,939 source citations (up 5).  

11) Wrote 22 Genea-Musings blog posts last week (Sunday through Saturday), of which two were a press release. The most viewed post last week was Ancestry.com Has a New Full-Text Search and Transcription Feature with over 564 views.  Genea-Musings had about 137,00page views last week and over 375,000 views over the past month (lots of bots I fear). 

12)  Real life events:  Visited Linda several days this past week at her memory care facility.  Went to the grocery store on Monday and Friday. Had two basal cell carcinomas on my face removed on Monday. Daughter Lori visited Thursday to Sunday, helping me with clutter, yard and cooking. Finished reading Sins of the Fathers by J.A. Vance, and continued  reading 23-1/2 Lies by James Patterson again. Watched the NFL playoff games. The San Diego State Aztecs basketball team won two games, so now 13-4 on the season.
   
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MyHeritage News: Now Live -- 4 Major U.K. and Ireland Collections — Passenger Lists and Nonconformist Vital Records

 I received this information vfrom Daniel Horowitz of MyHeritage today:

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4 major U.K. and Ireland record collections are now live on MyHeritage, including rare passenger lists and Nonconformist vital records that open up entirely new paths for British and Irish family history research.

This release includes the complete surviving U.K. and Ireland incoming and outgoing passenger lists from 1878–1960, alongside England & Wales Nonconformist births, baptisms, deaths, and burials dating back to the 1600s. Together, they cover nearly 40 million passenger records and more than 6 million Nonconformist vital records — all with high-quality images from The National Archives, London. With this update, MyHeritage now offers 678 U.K. collections totaling over 2.03 billion records.
New UK Collections
 It’s especially valuable for anyone researching migration stories or families who were not part of the Church of England. Feel free to use the graphic above when sharing, and read the full announcement with links to each collection on the blog.

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The Watchful House on 30th Street Remembers: "The Rock and Roll Years"

  I  have many memories of the upstairs apartment in the two-story house at 2119 30th Street in San Diego where I grew up (from age 4 to 24).  

Did my house "watch" and "hear" and "feel" and "remember" my time living there?

I wrote a description of the layout of the 30th Street house, and the downstairs patio, as I recalled it.  I described each inhabitant (my father, my mother, me, my two brothers) and some of the daily events that happened in each room, and the patio and the block, over my 20 years residing there, plus some memories of specific events. I created a PDF of that document and attached it to the AI tool to use.

1)  The first AI prompt that I used for the free AI tool Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 was for story ideas, along with a short description of each idea. Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 provided twenty wonderful story ideas - here is one of them (lightly edited for accuracy, consistency, and detail).

2)  My prompt today asked "Please write a story by the house about the rock and roll years" and added some detail about those events in my life.  

(AI NotebookLM Infographic - The Rock and Roll Years)

Here is the Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 story (lightly edited):

The Rock and Roll Years

A story from the house at 2119 30th Street, early 1960s

If my walls could complain—and sometimes I wished they could—the early 1960s would have provided ample opportunity. Randy's discovery of rock and roll radio transformed my sun room from a relatively peaceful space into what Fred occasionally called, with barely concealed exasperation, "a continuous broadcast studio."

The radio on Randy's desk in the sun room became the focal point of an obsession that rivaled even his DXing passion. But where DXing was a nighttime pursuit conducted through headphones with minimal disruption to the household, Randy's rock and roll phase was decidedly public, filling my walls with a constant soundtrack of Top 40 hits from the moment he got home from school until bedtime.

The three San Diego stations—KDEO at 910 on the dial (billing themselves as "Radio Kaydio" with the kind of phonetic cleverness that defined early 1960s marketing), KCBQ at 1170, and KGB at 1360—became Randy's constant companions. He knew their formats, their disc jockeys, their signal patterns as intimately as he knew the distant stations he hunted at night. But these were different—these were about the music, about being connected to the cultural moment, about understanding what was popular and why.

I absorbed the names that became familiar through repetition: Shadoe Jackson and Johnny Holliday on KCBQ, disc jockeys whose voices became as recognizable to our household as family members. They'd introduce songs with enthusiastic patter, announce contest winners, count down the weekly Top 40 with dramatic pauses that Randy could predict with uncanny accuracy.

The music itself became the wallpaper of our daily life. The Shirelles' smooth harmonies would drift from the sun room through the hallway into the dining room where Betty was preparing dinner. The Beach Boys' surf rock and the Supremes Motown hits would bounce off my walls with infectious energy that even Fred couldn't completely resist. Neil Sedaka's theatrical pop would provide background for homework sessions that somehow got completed despite the musical distraction.

Elvis, of course, commanded respect even from Fred, who'd grown up in an era of different musical sensibilities but recognized genuine talent when he heard it. The Everly Brothers' close harmonies reminded everyone that rock and roll could be musically sophisticated. The Four Seasons' falsetto-driven hits were impossible to ignore, filling my sun room with Frankie Valli's distinctive voice.

As the decade progressed, the British Invasion arrived in my walls through Randy's radio. The Beatles transformed popular music and Randy's listening habits simultaneously—suddenly rock and roll wasn't just American anymore, and the excitement of this new sound from across the Atlantic was palpable in Randy's enthusiasm. Herman's Hermits, Petula Clark and the Dave Clark Five —each new artist or group added to the rich tapestry of sound that defined the era.

But Randy's favorite song, the one that seemed to capture something essential about romance and longing that appealed to a shy teenager who struggled with girls, was "I Love How You Love Me" by the Paris Sisters from 1961. When that song came on the radio, I'd feel Randy's attention shift completely from whatever homework was in front of him. The dreamy production and heartfelt lyrics seemed to speak directly to his romantic imagination, to the feelings he couldn't yet articulate to actual girls but could safely explore through popular music.

Randy's musical tastes were eclectic for a teenager—he appreciated ballads for their emotional depth, upbeat rhythm and blues for their energy, surf music for its Southern California authenticity. He wasn't loyal to a single genre but followed the quality and the feeling, developing sophisticated musical taste that would serve him throughout his life.

But Randy being Randy, he couldn't just listen to music—he had to collect data about it. Starting in 1960, he began accumulating radio station Top 40 surveys with the same systematic dedication he brought to his DX logging. Every week, he'd travel downtown to newsstands and record shops, gathering the printed surveys that stations distributed to promote their playlists and create listener loyalty.

I'd watch him return home with these paper treasures, carefully organizing them by station and date, studying the rankings and movements with analytical intensity. A song jumping from number 15 to number 8 wasn't just entertainment news—it was data that revealed patterns about musical popularity, regional preferences, and the machinery of how hits were made.

When Randy discovered that the public library carried Billboard magazine with its comprehensive Top 100 list, his weekly trips downtown acquired new purpose. The Billboard charts became his authoritative source, the national standard against which local station surveys could be measured and analyzed. He'd sit at library tables with notebook and pen, carefully recording chart positions and movement, building his own database of popular music trends.

His DXing network provided unexpected benefits for his rock and roll hobby. Through correspondence with distant stations, Randy could request and receive Top 40 surveys from Los Angeles, San Francisco, Phoenix, Chicago, Memphis, Boston, Philadelphia, and stations across the country. This wasn't just music appreciation—it was comparative analysis of regional tastes, understanding how the same songs performed differently in different markets.

When he joined the National Radio Club primarily for DXing purposes, Randy discovered that many members also tracked rock and roll stations and song surveys, and the newsletter reports included information about Top 40 formats nationwide. His two hobbies—distance listening and music appreciation—merged into a comprehensive understanding of American popular culture as transmitted through AM radio waves.

The Top 40 countdown shows were appointment listening in my sun room. Every station had them, and Randy would tune in religiously to hear which songs were rising and falling, which new entries were making their debuts, which oldies were making surprising comebacks. The dramatic reveals, the tension of waiting to hear if his favorite song had climbed higher, the satisfaction of correctly predicting the number one position—these became weekly rituals.

But Randy's favorite show was KCBQ's "Battle of the New Sounds," broadcast every week with an innovative format that gave listeners voting power over future hits. The station would play recent releases that hadn't yet made the Top 40, and listeners could call in to vote for their favorites. The winning song would be highlighted on the next station survey, giving it promotional advantage that could launch it toward actual Top 40 success.

Randy took this seriously, listening with critical attention to judge which new releases had hit potential. He'd discuss the contenders at the dinner table, explaining why a particular song had the right hook or production value to become popular. Betty would listen with maternal patience while Fred would occasionally offer surprisingly astute observations about melody and lyrics that revealed his own musical sophistication.

But the event that became family legend happened around 1961, when KDEO "Radio Kaydio" launched a "sweater girl" contest. The premise was simple but brilliant for generating listener engagement—find the sweater girl somewhere in downtown San Diego and win $25. It was the kind of promotional stunt that radio stations loved because it transformed listeners into active participants while generating word-of-mouth publicity.

Randy immediately recruited Stan and their friend Kert for a Saturday downtown expedition. The contest seemed straightforward—how hard could it be to find a young lady wearing a sweater in downtown San Diego? My walls absorbed their planning session, the strategic discussions about which department stores to search, the excitement of the hunt.

They took the bus downtown, three boys on a mission that combined the thrill of treasure hunting with the slightly awkward teenage awareness that they were essentially looking for a girl. They walked through department stores with the systematic approach Randy brought to everything—covering aisles methodically, riding every elevator, checking every floor.

The search stretched into hours. Department stores that had seemed like easy hunting grounds revealed themselves to be vast territories where finding one specific person required patience and luck. They wandered through Marston's and other downtown stores, seeing hundreds of shoppers but no sweater girl, beginning to wonder if the whole contest was impossible or perhaps a hoax.

And then, in an elevator at what Randy thought was Marston's, fate intervened. The elevator stopped at a floor and a young lady wearing a light blue sweater stepped in. Something about her—maybe the way she smiled at them, maybe the slight nervousness in her demeanor, maybe just instinct—made Randy turn to Stan and whisper urgently: "Ask her."

Stan, with the directness that sometimes came easier to younger brothers, spoke up: "Are you the Radio Kaydio sweater girl?"

She smiled and confirmed: "Yes, I am."

Twenty-five dollars! Stan had won! His name would be announced on KDEO as the contest victor! The three boys' excitement was tremendous, the elevator ride suddenly transformed into a moment of triumph. The only regret—and Randy mentioned this ruefully when recounting the story at dinner—was that none of them had brought a camera to document the moment.

When Stan's name was announced on the radio as the sweater girl contest winner, my walls vibrated with family pride. Stan had won through a combination of his boldness, Randy's strategic planning, Kert's companionship, and the sheer luck of being in the right elevator at the right moment. The $25 was significant money for a teenager in 1961, but the bragging rights were even more valuable.

Fred was amused by the whole adventure, appreciating the initiative the boys had shown and the systematic approach to what was essentially a promotional scavenger hunt. Betty was impressed by Stan's boldness in actually asking the young lady if she was the sweater girl—neither she nor Randy had been certain Stan would follow through when Randy whispered the instruction.

The contest victory became part of our family lore, one of those perfect moments when preparation meets opportunity and produces unexpected success. Every time KDEO came on the radio after that, someone would mention Stan's sweater girl triumph, keeping the memory alive through repetition and shared enjoyment.

Randy's rock and roll years taught me about the power of popular culture to define generational identity. While Fred had his Roller Derby and boxing, while Betty had her copper enameling, Randy had Top 40 radio—a constant stream of music that connected him to millions of other teenagers experiencing the same songs, the same excitement, the same cultural moment.

The collection of Top 40 surveys that accumulated in the sun room represented more than just paper ephemera—they were artifacts of Randy's systematic approach to understanding the world. Just as he logged distant radio stations to understand propagation patterns, he tracked chart positions to understand popularity trends. Both hobbies reflected his fundamental nature: observe, collect data, analyze patterns, understand systems.

The music that filled my walls during those years became the soundtrack of Randy's adolescence. "I Love How You Love Me" carried his unspoken romantic longing. The Beach Boys captured the Southern California spirit he lived within but sometimes felt separate from due to his shyness and small stature. The Beatles represented the excitement of cultural revolution, proof that the world was changing and that change could be thrilling rather than threatening.

When Randy's interests eventually shifted more toward serious DXing and away from constant Top 40 listening, I almost missed the noise. The sun room grew quieter, the music replaced by the softer sounds of distant stations heard through headphones. But the rock and roll years had served their purpose—connecting Randy to his generation, teaching him about popular culture, giving him something to share with peers even when his physical size and shyness made other connections difficult.

And we still had the sweater girl story, a perfect encapsulation of the era when radio stations ran contests, teenagers hunted through department stores for promotional prizes, and $25 could make a fourteen-year-old boy a temporary hero whose name was announced to all of San Diego on KDEO "Radio Kaydio."

The walls that "suffered" through years of rock and roll music secretly loved every minute of it. The energy, the joy, the cultural vitality that flowed through my sun room during those early 1960s years became part of what I was—not just a house but a vessel for the sounds that defined a generation growing up, finding their voices, discovering that the world was bigger and more exciting than anything their parents' generation had imagined.

And every time I remember those years, I can still hear the Paris Sisters singing "I Love How You Love Me," still feel the excitement when Stan found the sweater girl, still sense Randy's satisfaction when his predictions about chart movements proved correct, still vibrate with the infectious energy of rock and roll music filling a sun room on 30th Street where a shy, small, brilliant teenager was learning about music, culture, and the strange magic of popular songs that could make you feel less alone in the world.

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3) The Google NotebookLM Video Overview of this story is below:  

4)  These events really happened over a period of time and the names and events mentioned are real.  I still love the music from the late 1950s andf early 1960s.

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