Friday, December 5, 2025

Ask AI: Describe Elijah McKnew's Life As a Gold Miner in Tuolumne County, California in 1860

 After developing the AI-assisted ABC Biography of Elijah McKnew and Jane Whittle in ABC Biography of Elijah Pickrell McKnew (1836-1912) and Jane (Whittle) McKnew (1847-1921) Family of San Francisco, California, I was intrigued by the 1860 U.S. census record that indicated both Elijah McKnew (at age 24) and Jane Whittle (at age 13) were neighbors residing in Township No. 2 (now Tuttletown) in Tuolumne County, California.  They married in 1865 there, and are my wife Linda's great-grandparents.  


(AI ChatGPT5 image - California gold miner in 1860)

I wondered what their lives were like, so I asked Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 and here is the story about Elijah's life in 1860:

Elijah McKnew's Life in Tuttletown, 1860

In 1860, twenty-four-year-old Elijah Pickrell McKnew was living the hard life of a gold miner in Township No. 2, Tuolumne County, California. He had come west from Maryland sometime after deserting from the U.S. Army in 1856, perhaps seeking both escape from his past and opportunity in the goldfields. Interestingly, he appears to have adopted his middle name "Pickrell" as his surname during this period—the 1860 census lists him as "Elijah Picrell," possibly an attempt to avoid detection or simply start fresh in a new land.

The Mining District

Tuttletown had been established around 1848 when Judge Tuttle discovered rich gold deposits on Mormon Creek and built the first log cabin there. By 1860, the initial frenzy of the Gold Rush had passed, but Tuolumne County remained one of California's leading gold producers during the 1850-70 period, with placer gold being extracted primarily from Tertiary and Quaternary gravels.

The area around Tuttletown was part of the Mother Lode belt, and the district became known for pocket-mining during the 1860s and was worked almost continuously until World War II. Elijah would have been mining during a transitional period—the easy surface gold was largely gone, but the area still held promise for those willing to work hard.

Daily Life as a Miner

The 1860 census provides a snapshot of Elijah's circumstances. He lived in a household with Lewis B. Pratt, a 33-year-old miner from New York, and each man claimed $200 in personal property—a modest but respectable amount for working miners of that era. They likely shared a simple cabin or tent, pooling resources as was common among miners.

During the early years of mining in the area, individual miners used simple equipment including gold pans, bateas, sluice boxes, and rockers, By 1860, as the easily accessible gold diminished, miners increasingly formed companies to build Long Toms, elaborate wingdams, and flutter wheels, using various means to divert rivers and extract nuggets from stream beds.

Working the Stanislaus River

Gold was found along the banks of the Stanislaus River and in virtually every stream drainage in the area, with extensive placer mining carried out in nearly all the ravines and gulches. Parrott's Ferry, established in 1860, connected Tuttletown with Vallecito across the Stanislaus River, and Elijah likely crossed this ferry regularly as he worked different claims and visited neighboring camps.

The work was backbreaking. Miners spent long days standing in cold water, bent over sluice boxes, or digging into gravel deposits. Placer mining required large quantities of water, resulting in the development of numerous water conveyance systems in the area. The physical toll was immense—miners developed chronic back problems, rheumatism from constant exposure to cold water, and injuries from the heavy labor.

The Mining Community

The Tuolumne County foothills in this era were covered with miners, gamblers, and all sorts of people, and crime had become a problem. By 1860, however, after the violent conflicts following the Foreign Miners Act of 1850 and its repeal, things had somewhat stabilized, though some trouble persisted until 1858.

The mining camps were rough places, populated mostly by men living in crude conditions far from family and civilization. Tuttletown would have had a few stores, perhaps a saloon or two, and maybe a boarding house. Entertainment was limited—card games, drinking, and storytelling around campfires were the main diversions after exhausting days of labor.

Modest Success and Future Hope

Elijah's $200 in personal property suggests he was getting by but not striking it rich. By 1868, voter registration records show him listing his occupation as "Farmer" in Tuttletown, suggesting he had begun to transition away from purely mining to a more stable agricultural life—a common trajectory as the easy gold played out.

It was in this rough mining country that Elijah would meet Jane Whittle, who was living nearby with her sister's family. The 1860 census captured them both in Tuolumne County, just two lines apart—she a thirteen-year-old girl from Australia, he a young miner trying to make his fortune. Five years later, they would marry and begin building the family that would eventually bring them to San Francisco and sustain them for nearly half a century.

In 1860, though, Elijah was simply another miner among thousands, working hard in the California goldfields, hoping that tomorrow's pan would finally reveal the color that would change his fortune. Like most miners, he would never strike it rich, but the perseverance and work ethic he developed in those Tuolumne County diggings would serve him well in the decades to come.

That response didn't tell me much about the Gold Mining process, so I asked my AI assistant Claude to explain how Elijah might have mined for gold in Mormon Creek or Stanislaus River:

 Elijah McKnew's Gold Placer Mining Process 

in Tuttletown, 1860

In 1860, Elijah McKnew was working as a placer miner in the gold-bearing gravels along the creeks and streams around Tuttletown in Tuolumne County. Placer mining methods used in California had been known for centuries and included use of the familiar pan, cradle (rocker), long tom, and sluice box, with each being a refinement of the earlier method. By 1860, the initial gold rush frenzy had passed, and miners like Elijah had to work harder and smarter to extract gold from increasingly depleted deposits.

Starting the Day: Locating Pay Dirt

Elijah's day began at dawn. He would head to his claim along one of the creeks feeding into the Stanislaus River, carrying his mining tools—a shovel, pick, gold pan, and likely access to a rocker box or long tom that he might share with his mining partner Lewis Pratt or other miners in the area.

The first task was identifying promising "pay dirt"—gravel and sediment that contained gold. Experienced miners like Elijah learned to read the landscape, looking for places where gold would naturally accumulate: inside bends of streams, behind large boulders, in cracks and crevices of bedrock, or in gravel bars. Gold, being heavier than other materials, settled in these natural "traps" as water slowed and dropped its sediment.

The Gold Pan: The Basic Tool

The basic procedure was to place some gold-bearing materials, such as river gravel, into a shallow pan, add some water, and then carefully swirl the mixture around so the water and light material spilled over the side, with the heavier gold nuggets or gold dust settling to the bottom of the pan.

For Elijah, panning was both a prospecting tool and a way to process small amounts of material. Gold panning was slow even for the most skillful miner—on a good day, one miner could wash about 50 pans in the usual 12-hour workday and obtain a small amount of gold dust. This meant that relying solely on panning was barely profitable by 1860, when the easy surface gold was long gone.

The physical technique required patience and skill. Elijah would:

  • Fill his pan about three-quarters full with gravel from a promising spot

  • Submerge it in water (standing in the cold creek)

  • Break up any clay lumps with his hands

  • Use a circular swirling motion to agitate the material

  • Carefully tilt the pan to let water and lighter materials wash over the edge

  • Repeat this process, gradually washing away sand and gravel

  • Eventually, only the heaviest materials—black sand and hopefully gold—would remain at the bottom

The Rocker Box (Cradle): Increasing Efficiency

To process more material and increase his chances of finding gold, Elijah likely used a rocker box, also called a cradle. Rockers generally ranged in length from 24 to 60 inches, in width from 12 to 25 inches, and in height from 6 to 24 inches, resembling a box on skids or a poorly designed sled that sorts materials through screens.

The rocker consisted of three main parts:

  • A screen or "riddle-box" on top with half-inch holes to catch larger rocks

  • An apron (often canvas or carpet) underneath the screen where most gold was caught

  • A sluice box below with wooden riffles to trap any gold that escaped the apron

Rather than using an active flow like a sluice, water was fed into the head of the rocker box manually using a tin can that miners would usually nail to the end of a stick so they could ladle water into the box. As Elijah poured water into the top, he would rock it back and forth like a cradle, which helped separate the lighter material from the heavier gold and black sands.

The man who rocks a cradle learns to appreciate the fact that the "golden sands" of California are not pure sand, but are often extremely tough clay, a hopperful of which must be shaken about for ten minutes before it will dissolve under a constant pouring of water.

The process was labor-intensive but more efficient than panning alone. One to three cubic yards, bank measure, could be dug and washed in a rocker per man-shift, depending upon the distance the gravel or water had to be carried, the character of the gravel, and the size of the rocker.

A Typical Working Day

A typical day for Elijah would unfold like this:

Morning (dawn to mid-morning):

  • Dig pay dirt from the creek bank or exposed gravel deposits using pick and shovel

  • Carry buckets of gravel to the rocker location

  • Fill buckets with water from the creek

  • Begin processing: shovel gravel into the rocker's screen, pour water from the dipper, and rock the cradle back and forth

  • Large stones caught in the screen would be inspected for nuggets and tossed aside

  • Continue this repetitive cycle

Midday:

  • Take a brief break to eat whatever simple meal he'd brought—perhaps beans, hardtack, bacon, or bread

  • Clean up the rocker after every 2 to 3 hours, or oftener when rich ground is worked and gold begins to show on the apron or in the riffles

  • Water would be poured through while gently rocking, and the top surface sand and dirt washed away

  • The apron would be dumped into a pan, and the material from behind the riffles scooped up and washed

Afternoon (until dusk):

  • Continue the digging, carrying, shoveling, pouring, and rocking cycle

  • By this point, Elijah's back would ache from the constant bending and shoveling

  • His hands would be raw from the shovel handle and cold from the creek water

  • His legs would be sore from standing in cold water for hours

Evening cleanup:

  • Conduct a final cleanup of the rocker

  • Pan the concentrated material from the apron and riffles to separate the final gold from the black sand

  • Store the day's gold (if any) in a small leather pouch or glass vial

  • Clean and secure tools for the next day

The Long Tom: A More Advanced Method

If water was plentiful and Elijah was working with other miners, they might have used a long tom instead. A long tom usually has a greater capacity than a rocker and does not require the labor of rocking. It consists essentially of a short receiving launder, an open washing box 6 to 12 feet long with the lower end a perforated plate or a screen set at an angle, and a short sluice with riffles.

A long-tom is a trough about sixteen feet long, with a perforated sheet of iron inserted at one end; water is let on, and dirt thrown in, which it is only necessary to stir up and throw out the stones. This method was more efficient but required a constant supply of running water and often a team of workers—one shoveling in dirt, another forking out large stones, and others managing the water flow.

The Physical Toll

The work was brutally hard. Elijah spent his days:

  • Standing in cold mountain water that numbed his feet and legs

  • Bent over constantly, shoveling hundreds of pounds of gravel

  • Swinging a pick to loosen compacted material

  • Carrying heavy buckets of gravel and water

  • Rocking the cradle in a repetitive motion that strained his arms and back

  • Squinting in the sun to spot the elusive glint of gold

Miners commonly developed chronic back problems, rheumatism from constant exposure to cold water, and various injuries from the heavy labor. The work was monotonous, exhausting, and often disappointing.

The Uncertain Reward

By 1860, the easy gold was gone. Elijah's $200 in personal property listed in the census suggests he was making a modest living but certainly not striking it rich. On a good day, he might find a few dollars' worth of gold dust and small flakes. On bad days—which were probably more common—he might find almost nothing despite hours of backbreaking labor.

The uncertainty was psychologically exhausting. Every shovelful might contain gold, or might be worthless. Miners lived on hope, sustained by occasional small finds and the dream that tomorrow they might hit a rich pocket.

Why Continue?

Despite the hardships, placer mining offered something that few other occupations did for a man like Elijah, who had deserted from the Army and might have had limited other opportunities. It offered:

  • Independence—he worked for himself, not a boss

  • Possibility—however slim, the chance of a big strike always existed

  • Freedom—from regular employment, from questions about his past

  • Community—the rough camaraderie of other miners who didn't ask too many questions

By 1868, voter records show Elijah listing his occupation as "Farmer" rather than miner, suggesting he had transitioned to more stable agricultural work. The mining life had taught him perseverance and hard work—qualities that would serve him well in the decades to come as he built a family and eventually moved to San Francisco.

The placer mining years were formative for Elijah, teaching him that success came not from lucky strikes but from steady, determined effort. It was a lesson he would carry throughout his life.

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

4)   I have no easy way to double check on these responses from Claude. I don't have many book resources for the subjects and the locality,  but there are published books available for this time period and general location. The families mentioned are my wife's ancestral families and I have significant information about their lives from the available records, but know nothing about their daily lives.  

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 McKnew family in Tuttletown and witness their daily lives.  I'm glad that the general lifestyles and occupations are known from historical records and witness accounts.

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Life Memories of Jane (Whittle) McKnew (1847-1921) in 1921 – A Life Memoir

I wrote an AI-assisted couple biographyfor Elijah McKnew and Jane (Whittle) McKnew in  ABC Biography of Elijah Pickrell McKnew (1836-1912) and Jane (Whittle) McKnew (1847-1921) Family of San Francisco, California based on the genealogical information at hand.

I wondered what Jane (Whittle) McKnew might say in a life memoir to her children and grandchildren.


(Elijah McKnew Family in San Francisco in 1906 - from family sources)

1)  Based on the genealogical sketch, I requested Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 to create a memoir told by Abigail Seaver about her life in 1867.  The prompt was:  "Please write a life memoir for Jane (Whittle) McKnew based on the attached biography, as she might tell to her children and grandchildren in early 1921."

2)  The AI Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 memoir (lightly edited for accuracy) is:   


My Life Story: A Grandmother's Memories

As told by Jane Whittle McKnew to her grandchildren, January 1921


My dear grandchildren,

I sit here at 4137 19th Street, in the home your grandfather and I made together, and I feel the weight of seventy-three years pressing gently upon my shoulders. The doctor says my time may be short, and so I want to leave you these words -- a gift of memory, so you might know where you came from and the journey that brought you here.

A Child of Two Worlds

I was born on the 2nd of August, 1847, in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia -- a place so distant from this San Francisco home that it might as well be another world entirely. My parents, Alexander Whittle and Rachel Morley, had married in Bolton-le-Moor in England in 1840, and in the great spirit of adventure that marked their generation, they sailed for Australia that very same year. By the time I was born, they had a publick house on Sussex Street in Sydney. My oldest sister, Elizabeth, was born in England before they left, but the rest of us -- William, Joseph, John, me, and little Margaret -- we were all children of Sydney.

Those early years are like fragments of a dream to me now. I remember the warmth of the Australian sun, so different from the fog that rolls through these San Francisco streets. I remember my mother's voice, though I can barely recall her face now after all these years. But mostly, I remember loss.

My brother William Alfred died when he was just a baby, before I was born. Then John, who was two years older than me, passed away when he was only seven. And Margaret, my baby sister, lived less than a year. Death was a frequent visitor in those days, my dears, and we learned early not to take a single day for granted.

The Gold Rush and a New Beginning

When I was just three years old, in 1850, my father caught the gold fever that was sweeping the world. He left Sydney for California, joining thousands of others who dreamed of striking it rich in the American goldfields. I have no memory of him leaving, nor of seeing him again. My mother must have grieved terribly, left abandoned in Sydney with four children to care for and a pub to manage.

But your great-great-grandmother Rachel was a woman of remarkable courage. In 1852, she gathered up what remained of our family -- my sister Elizabeth, my brother Joseph, and me, just five years old -- and we made that long, terrifying voyage across the Pacific Ocean. Can you imagine? A 30-year-old woman with three young children, sailing to a foreign land where she knew no one, hoping only to find the man who had gone before us, not knowing he would soon be gone forever.

We arrived in San Francisco, and lived in hotel rooms for some time, and San Francisco became my new home. My mother married again and we children didn’t see her very often.  

Growing Up in Gold Country

After our father died at Angel's Camp in gold country in 1853 and our mother abandoned us, we children had to grow up quick. We three children went to gold country too, and my sister Elizabeth married William Baker Ray in 1855, when she was just sixteen, and we settled in the mining town, Tuttletown, in Tuolumne County. I spent my teenage years there, living with Elizabeth and William, with brother Joseph nearby, learning what it meant to be a woman on the frontier.

Those were rough days, my dears. Tuolumne was a mining country, filled with men seeking their fortunes, with few families and even fewer women. We worked hard—cooking, cleaning, taking in laundry, doing whatever was needed to survive. There was no time for fancy schooling or leisurely pursuits. Life was about endurance and making do with what little we had.

My mother Rachel visited us in Tuolumne County occasionally, but she died in 1861 in Sacramento, when I was just fourteen. I was an orphan then, truly alone except for my siblings. But your great-aunt Elizabeth took care of me, and I am forever grateful for her kindness during those difficult years.

Meeting Your Grandfather

It was in Tuolumne County that I met Elijah Pickrell McKnew. We were neighbors -- me living with Elizabeth and William, and Elijah was working as a miner and living in a nearby house. I think I caught his eye when we passed each other on the dusty streets, or in the shops of that small mining town of Tuttletown, not knowing that our futures would intertwine.

Elijah was nine years older than me, born in Maryland in 1836. He had come to California seeking the same dreams as everyone else -- a better life, opportunity, maybe even riches. He was a kind man, a hard worker, and when he asked me to marry him, I said yes without hesitation.

We were married on November 12, 1865. I was eighteen years old, and he was twenty-nine. Some might say I was too young, but in those days, it was quite common. And I can tell you truthfully, my dear ones, that I never regretted that decision for a single day of the forty-seven years we spent together.

Building Our Family

Oh, how I wish you could have known your grandfather in his prime! He was not a tall man—only about five feet seven inches—but he was strong and determined. He had brown eyes that would later turn hazel, and a mole by his right eye that I grew to love. His hair turned from medium brown to distinguished gray over our years together.

We started our married life in Tuolumne County, where Elijah continued to work, first as a miner and then as a farmer in Tuttletown. Those first years were filled with hope and hard work. By 1870, we had managed to acquire property worth one thousand dollars—a considerable achievement for a young couple.

But our greatest wealth was not in land or money. It was in our children.

Your mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts—they came one after another, each one a blessing, each one a miracle. Allethia Jane was born first in 1867, named after Elijah's mother who had died when he was just a boy. Then came Alfred Rodney in 1869, and Henry Lee in 1870.

We had twelve children in all, though we lost one in infancy. Eleven of our children survived and grew strong. After those first three in Tuolumne came Alice Louise in 1872, and then we moved to San Francisco, where Lilly was born in 1876, George Morgan in 1879, Belle Alberta in 1882, Edna Catherine in 1884, May Jane in 1886, Leland Joseph in 1889, and finally little Gladys Hazel in 1892, when I was forty-five years old.

People often ask me how I managed it—eleven children, all those mouths to feed, all those personalities to nurture. The truth is, you simply do what needs to be done. There were hard days, certainly. Days when money was tight, when someone was sick, when I was so exhausted I could barely stand. But there were also moments of such profound joy that they made every difficulty worthwhile.

Our San Francisco Years

Sometime around 1876, we made the decision to leave the mining country behind and move to San Francisco. The easy gold was gone, and the city offered more opportunities for steady work. We settled near 19th Street and Castro Street, in a neighborhood that was growing and changing along with the city itself.

Your grandfather worked so many different jobs over the years. He was a teamster, driving horses and wagons through the city streets. He worked as a driver, a salesman, a fruit dealer. In his later years, he sold oysters. He never complained about the work, never thought himself too good for honest labor. He did what he needed to do to keep a roof over our heads and food on our table.

I spent my days raising you children, cooking, cleaning, mending clothes, and trying to stretch every penny as far as it would go. We owned our home at 4131 19th Street -- later the number changed to 4103, back to 4131 and now I live next door at 4137. The city kept renumbering the streets, but it's the same house where your grandfather and I built our life together.

As you children grew older, some of you went to work to help the family. I remember Edna working as a milliner, creating beautiful hats for the fine ladies of San Francisco. And young Gladys became a stenographer, working in an office -- imagine that! My daughter, working in an office like a modern young woman. Times were changing, and I was grateful that you children had opportunities I never dreamed of as a girl.

The Day the Earth Shook

I must tell you about April 18, 1906—a date that will be forever burned into my memory. It was early morning, just after five o'clock, and most of us were still asleep when the world began to shake.

The earthquake hit with such violence that I thought the house would collapse around us. The noise was like thunder, but it came from below, from the very earth itself. Things fell from shelves, the walls groaned and cracked, and we scrambled to get outside, not knowing if this was the end of everything.

But that was just the beginning. As the shaking finally stopped, we looked out across the city and saw smoke beginning to rise. Fires had broken out all over San Francisco, and they were spreading fast. For three days, we watched as the fire consumed our beautiful city, block by block, moving closer and closer to our home.

We evacuated, bringing what we could carry into the street. Your grandfather and your uncles moved our stove outside—can you imagine? We set it up right there on the street, along with whatever furniture and belongings we could save. A photographer captured that moment, and we still have that photograph. You can see the house number—4131—above the door, and us standing there with our lives piled up around us, wondering if we would have a home to return to.

The fire came to within one block of our house before they finally stopped it. One block! We were among the lucky ones. So many people lost everything—their homes, their possessions, even their lives. Over three thousand people died in that earthquake and fire.

Our house was damaged but standing. We repaired it, and we stayed. San Francisco was our home, and we would not be driven away. The city rebuilt itself, and so did we.

The Children Grow and Marry

One by one, you children grew up and left home to start families of your own. It was bittersweet, as any mother will tell you—proud to see you make your way in the world, but sad to have the house grow quiet.

Allethia married John William Runnels in 1887. Alfred married Alice McCann in 1889. Henry married Anna Marie Goff around 1892. Alice Louise married Phineas Durkee Hayes about 1895. Lilly married George Ludwig Olsen, and later Charles Aloysius Gardiner. Belle Alberta married George Frederick Samwell, and later Paul Ewald. Edna Catherine married Paul Frederick Schaffner. May Jane married William Charles Kenealy. Leland married Agnes Matilde Hansen. And little Gladys married Henry F. Rose.

George Morgan, bless him, never married but has been a devoted son. He's living in Kern County now, pursuing his own path.

Each wedding brought joy, and soon the grandchildren started arriving. How I loved being a grandmother! To hold those tiny babies, knowing they carried forward the blood of both your grandfather and me, the legacy of Maryland and Australia, of mining camps and city streets—it filled my heart to overflowing. And now they are growing bigger and have a whole future ahead of them.

Loss and Love

The hardest day of my life—apart from losing my dear Elijah—was when we buried our daughter May Jane in 1918. She was only thirty-two years old, with her whole life ahead of her, and she was taken from us by the terrible influenza that swept through the world that year. A mother should never have to bury her child. It goes against the natural order of things.

But even in that grief, I was surrounded by love -- by our children, by my grandchildren, by the family we had built together. That is what sustains us through the dark times, my dears. Family. Love. The knowledge that we are not alone.

Your Grandfather's Final Years

By 1910, your grandfather and I had been married for forty-four years. We owned our home free and clear—no more mortgage. We had raised our eleven children, and most of you were settled with families of your own. Your grandfather could finally rest a bit, though he never truly stopped working. It wasn't in his nature to be idle.

He died on April 4, 1912, just six days past his seventy-sixth birthday. The doctor said it was his time, but I wasn't ready to let him go. How could I be, after forty-seven years together? We had been partners in everything—in struggle and success, in raising our children, in building our life.

The funeral was well-attended. All our children came, of course, and so many friends and neighbors. The notice in the Chronicle listed all of the children -- Alfred, Henry, George, Leland, Gladys, Allethia, Alice, Lilly, Belle, Edna, and May. My heart swelled with both grief and pride to see the family we had created together.

Final Thoughts

Now I am seventy-three years old, and I know my time is growing short. I can feel it in my bones, in the way my breath comes harder these days, in the fatigue that settles over me like a heavy blanket.

But I am not afraid. I have lived a full life—fuller than that little girl from Sydney could have ever imagined. I crossed an ocean, survived the deaths of my parents, married a good man, raised eleven children, survived an earthquake and fire, and lived to see my grandchildren grow.

When I am gone, I will rest beside your grandfather at Cypress Lawn Cemetery. We will be together again, just as we always were in life.

I want you to remember this: Life is not easy. It never has been, and it never will be. You will face hardships and losses. You will know grief and struggle. But if you face these challenges with courage, with love for your family, with determination to do what's right—then you will have lived a life worth living.

Remember where you came from. Remember that you carry within you the blood of pioneers and immigrants, of miners and merchants, of England, Australia and Maryland, of Sydney and San Francisco. Remember that your grandmother crossed an ocean as a child and built a life in a new land. Remember that your grandfather worked every day of his life to provide for his family.

And remember that love endures. Your grandfather and I loved each other for forty-seven years, and that love created all of you, and you in turn have created your own families. That is the greatest legacy anyone can leave—not money or property, but love that multiplies and spreads through the generations.

Take care of each other. Be kind to one another. Tell your children about their great-grandmother Jane, who came from Sydney, and their great-grandfather Elijah, who came from Maryland, and how they met in the goldfields of California and built a family that will endure long after I am gone.

I love you all, my dear grandchildren. I always have, and I always will.

Your loving grandmother, Jane (Whittle) McKnew

January 1921:  4137 19th Street, San Francisco

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3) An Audio Overview (essentially a podcast) created by the Google NotebookLM AI tool) describing this memoir of Jane (Whittle) Mcknew in 1921 is here (click on "Audio Overview" and wait for it to load).

4)  The Video Overview of Jane (Whittle) McKnew's memoir, created by the Google NotebookLM AI tool, is:  


5)  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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Links to my blog posts about using Artificial Intelligence are on my Randy's AI and Genealogy page. Links to AI information and articles about Artificial Intelligence in Genealogy by other genealogists are on my AI and Genealogy Compendium page.

Copyright (c) 2025, Randall J. Seaver

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Treasure Chest Thursday -- 1681/2 Marriage of Samuel Axe and Ruth Pike in South Petherton, Somerset

It's Treasure Chest Thursday - an opportunity to look in my digital image files to see what treasures I can find for my family history research and genealogy musings.

The treasure today is the 1681 Marriage record of Samuel Axe and Ruth Pike in the South Petherton, Somerset Church of England parish records.


The marriage entry for Samuel Axe and Ruth Pike is the second record for 1681 on the right-hand page:


"[1681]  January 24 Samuel Axe Ruth Pike in uxorem duxit."

The translation of "in uxorem duxit" to English is "he married."  

The source citation is:

South Petherton, Somerset, Church of England records, Samuel Axe and Ruth Pike marriage entry, 24 January 1681;  imaged, "Somerset, England, Church of England Baptisms, Marriage and Burials, 1531-1812," Ancestry.com  (https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/60856/records/2621307 : accessed 3 December 2025), South Petherton > 1670-1737, image 22 of 45; Original records in Anglican Parish Registers. Somerset Archives & Local Studies, South West Heritage Trust, Taunton, England.

Samuel Axe was born about 1660, probably in South Petherton, Somerset to John Axe and Elizabeth Paull.  Ruth Pike was probably born about 1660 in South Petherton, Somerset to unknown parents. Samuel Axe and Ruth Pike were married on 24 January 1681/2 in South Petherton, Somerset.  Samuel Ax died before 31 July 1703 when he was buried in South Petherton. Ruth (Pike) Axe died before 9 March 1704 when she was buried in South Petherton.

Samuel Axe and Ruth Pike are my 8th great-grandparents, through their daughter Joanna Axe (1682-1748) who married John Lavor (1689-1755) in 1709 in South Petherton, Somerset, England.

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Disclosure:  I have a paid All-Access subscription to Ancestry.com now.  Ancestry.com has provided a complimentary subscription and material considerations for travel expenses to meetings, and has hosted events and meals that I have attended in Salt Lake City, in past years.


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Wednesday, December 3, 2025

Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 27 November to 3 December 2025

 Welcome to Genealogy Education Bytes, posted on Wednesday afternoon for the past week, where we try to highlight some of the most important genealogy and family history education items that came across my desktop since the last issue.


1) Upcoming Conferences and  Institutes 

Conference Keeper Calendar - has many links to register for and/or view conferences and institutes.

*  RootsTech 2026 ($$, In-person in Salt Lake City, Free Virtual) -- 5 to 7 March 2026.

2 ) Upcoming Seminars, Webinars and Online Classes (times are US Pacific):

Conference Keeper Calendar - has many links to register for and/or view seminars, webinars and classes.

*  FamilySearch MonthlyWebinars (Free)

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinars (free for one week) - Wednesday, 3 December, 11 a.m.:  Unlocking the X-Factor: Key Tips for Using X-DNA in Your Research by Michelle Leonard.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinars (free for one week) - Friday, 5 December, 11 a.m.:  20th Century CWGC Burials by Kathy Kirkpatrick.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinars (free for one week) - Tuesday, 9 December, 11 a.m.: New and Upcoming Features at MyHeritage

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinars (free for one week) - Wednesday, 10 December, 5 p.m.:  Scattered Leaves: Reconnecting family branches with DNA by Fiona Brooker.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinars (free for one week) - Friday, 12 December, 11 a.m.:  The Business of Enslavers: Acquiring Human Inventory by LaDonna Garner.

3) Recent Podcasts:



*  Family Tree Talk:  The Great Family History Quiz



*  The Family Histories Podcast:  S10EP03 – ‘The Kindly’ with DearMYRTLE

*  The Genealogy Guys:  The Genealogy Guys Podcast #437

4) Recent YouTube Videos 

*   Aimee Cross - Genealogy Hints:  How Do They Come Up with DNA Ethnicity ???





* Denyse Allen:   My 2026 Genealogy AI Toolkit   

*  Ellen Thompson-Jennings - Family History Hound:  Can AI Help Genealogists? I Tested It on My Grandfather’s Life Story
*  Ellen Thompson-Jennings - Family History Hound:  Kick Off 2026 with Organized Photos | Join the Photo Organizing Hero Challenge


*  Family Tree Support: AF-1198: Christmas Traditions in Germany | Ancestral Findings Podcast

*  FamilySearch:  Ancestry X RootsTech Live! 

*  Genealogy TV:  New DNA Strategies for 2026


*  Int'l Institute of Genealogical Studies:  Irish Genealogy-Help! I Can't Find Their Village on the Map!
*  Int'l Institute of Genealogical Studies:  Scottish Festive Traditions

*  Italian Roots and Genealogy: The Legacy of Surnames in Sicily
*  Italian Roots and Genealogy:  The Trojan War Secret Hiding in Veneto Names

*  Marcia Philbrick:  Crawford Network of Garrard County
*  Marcia Philbrick:  Osmond's Tale
*  Marcia Philbrick:  EO Briles Entrepreneur




*  Randy Seaver, Geneaholic:  Betty and Fred's Story Summer and Early Fall 1941

*  Spartanburg County Public Library:  Genealogy Series: Working with DNA Results


* Trace Your New England Roots:  How AI Cut My Genealogy Research Time by 80 Percent



5) Did you miss the last post in this series - Genealogy Education Bytes -  Week of 20 to 26 November 2025?


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NOTE:  If  I missed an upcoming conference or webinar, or a useful podcast or video, in this time period, please let me know in a comment or an email. 

Copyright (c) 2025, Randall J. Seaver

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