Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 15 to 21 October 2026

 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 seminars, conferences and institutes.


*  2026 Heritage Books Genealogical Conference & Cruise with Angie Bush, Blaine Bettinger, and Craig Scott ($$, In-person, Cruise from Miami, Florida) -- 6 to 17 November 2026.

*  RootsTech 2027 ($$ in-person, Free virtual) -- 4 to 6 March 2027.

*  National Genealogical Society 2027 Family History Conference ($$, In-person, Madison, Wisconsin) -- 19 to 22 May 2027.

2) Upcoming 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)

* RootsTech 2019-2026 On-Demand Sessions (Free) 

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 21 October, 11 a.m.:  DNA in Action 5 of 6: Ruling Out Competing Hypotheses by Karen Stanbary.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 21 October, 5 p.m.:  From Data to Dialogue with AI 2 of 5: Writing with AI—Biographies, Blogs, and Case Studies by Andrew Redfern and Fiona Brooker.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Friday, 23 October, 11 a.m.:  Essential Skills for New Genealogists 5 of 12: Let Your Fingers Do the Walking—Local Directories of All Sorts  by Dave Mc Donald.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Tuesday 27 October, 11 a.m.: Essential Photo Tools for Every Genealogist’s Toolbox: MyHeritage Edition by Diane Henriks.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 28 October, 11 a.m.: German Genealogy: Reconstructing Families Without Church Records by Andrea Bentschneider.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 28 October, 5 p.m.: From Data to Dialogue with AI 3 of 5: Creating Visuals—Images, Charts, and Timelines by Andrew Redfern and Fiona Brooker.

3) Recent Podcasts:

* Ancestors and Algorithms:  Ep. 60: The Leeds Method and AI - Finding an Unknown Father


*  Family Tree Talk:  I just can’t stop digging!


4) Recent YouTube Videos:


*  Carole McCulloch Geneablogger:  Breaking down brick walls with AI: 12 Episodes 




*  Denyse Allen • Chronicle Makers:  LIVE: How Big Should Your Ancestor’s Story Be? STORI Step 1

*  Ellen Thompson-Jennings - Family History Hound:  MyHeritage NEW DNA Tool! Confirm Your Family Relationships








*  Genealogy With Amy Johnson Crow:  Is Your Family Tree Wrong? 5 Red Flags to Watch For


*  Int'l Institute of Genealogical Studies:  Where to find Mayflower Ancestor Information

*  Italian  Roots and Genealogy: Why Italian Records Depend on Your Region

*  Kentucky Tennessee Research Associates:  Are You Ready For the Return of the Bell Witch?


*  Marcia Philbrick:  George Mentzer - Three Years in Blue


*  Randy Seaver's Genea-Musings:  Betty and Fred's Story: Parallel Lives -- November 1944


*  Talking Family History:  Ancestry Unpacked Tips 14



5) Did you miss the last post in this series -- Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 8 to 14 October 2026?

Read past Genealogy Education Bytes here.

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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.

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Life Memoir of Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920) of Leominster, Massachusetts

 I wrote an AI-assisted ABC biography for my great-grandmother Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920) in ABC Biography of #9 Hattie Louisa (Hildreth) Seaver (1857-1920) of Northborough and Leominster, Massachusetts  based on my genealogical research over 38 years. 

I wondered what Hattie (Hildreth) Seaver might have told her grandchildren in a life memoir in 1920. I requested Anthropic Claude Sonnet 5 to "Please write a life memoir for Hattie (Hildreth) Seaver based on the attached biography, as she might tell her grandchildren in early 1920." 

(AI Gemini Notebook Infographic for Hattie (Hildreth) Seaver's life memoir)

The AI Anthropic Claude Sonnet 5 life memoir (edited for accuracy and completeness) is:  


Hattie's Story, as Told to Her Grandchildren

Leominster, Massachusetts, early 1920


Come sit down, children, closer to the stove. Marion, Evelyn, Ruth, Fred, Edward, and little Geraldine, there's room for everyone, and Geraldine may sit wherever she likes. I'm sixty-two now, and I've decided it's time you heard it from me and not in pieces. Some of it you've heard already. Some of it you haven't, and I'd like you to have it.

Where I Started

I was born on the twenty-eighth of November, 1857, in Northborough, out in Worcester County. I was the first child of Edward and Sophia (Newton) Hildreth. Being first means you're the one your parents practice on, so if I was ever bossy with you, you know where I learned it.

We moved from Northborough to Leominster before 1870 and I’ve lived in this house the rest of my life, except for when he lived in Fitchburg for about seven years.

I had a little brother, Clarence Edward Hildreth, born in 1874, but he died in 1878. We buried him in Evergreen Cemetery. I was so sad and was very protective when my babies came along.

My mother is still with us, thank God, and she has been beside me through all of it, from Northborough to Leominster. If you want any of this told better than I've told it, ask her. She was there at the beginning.

Frank, and a Wedding in Keene

I was seventeen when I married your grandfather, Frank Walton Seaver in December of 1874. Yes, seventeen. You needn't look so shocked, Evelyn and Marion! We were married in Keene, up in New Hampshire. A girl of seventeen doesn't know half of what she thinks she does, but I knew I'd chosen well. Your grandfather is nearly seventy now, and we've been together all these years.
149 Lancaster Street

After our wedding, we made our home at 149 Lancaster Street, and we shared it with my parents. People ask whether that was hard, a married woman under her mother's roof. I'll say it was a comfort. A young wife is glad of a mother close by, and I had mine near for the whole of my family-raising years.

That house has seen a great deal. Marion, you were born there, and so was Evelyn. When your mother and father were married, we made a three-room apartment at one end of the house for them. I always liked the sound of little feet over the kitchen ceiling.

My Three Boys

I had three sons, and I'll tell you about each of them.

Fred. Frederick Walton was born on the ninth of October, 1876, right here in Leominster. He was my first, and I'd hardly turned eighteen. I think we grew up together, Fred and I. He married Alma Bessie Richmond on the twenty-first of June, 1900, and all of you at this stove are the happy result.

Harry. Harry Clifton came along on the thirty-first of March, 1885. He's a steady boy, my Harry, and he has stayed close to home, right here in Leominster, where I can keep an eye on him.

Howard. Howard Edward was born on the sixth of July, 1893. I find I have to stop here a moment.

Losing Howard

Howard was six years old when he died, on the tenth of April, 1900. It was meningitis, and a disease of the middle ear. I won't say much about it, because there isn't much that helps. He's buried at Evergreen Cemetery here in Leominster, and one day I will be too, near him. That is a comfort to me.

I'll tell you that 1900 was a hard year. My father, your great-grandfather Edward Hildreth, had died the year before, in 1899, right here in Leominster. So in little more than a year I buried my father and my youngest child. If you ever wonder why I can seem stern, or sad, remember those two losses. I don't say it for pity. I say it so you'll understand that my face doesn't always say what my heart is doing.

Losing Stanley

Some of you remember my darling grandson Stanley, and Marion and Evelyn most of all. He was born in 1905, and we lost him in 1910, to scarlet fever. He was only five. I had already stood at the grave of two little boys, and I did not think I would have to do it again. I am telling you his name because I want it said in this house. Stanley was ours, and he mattered.

My Grandchildren

It has been my great pleasure to watch you come along, one after another, in and around this house and this street. Marion and Evelyn, you were born under my roof in 1901 and 1903. Ruth, you came in 1907, and Fred, you came in 1911, named for your father and your grandfather's line, and I hope you will wear it well. Edward, you were born in 1913, and you are special to me. Geraldine, you came in 1917 and you are still a baby, so you will have to take all of this on faith. All of you live only a little way down on Central Street, and you can be here in no time.

You have all been a joy to me, and some of you have been a handful, and I won't say which.

Needle, Pie Rack, and Kitchen

Now for happier things, because I don't want you leaving this room sad.

I have always loved nice clothes, and I'll confess it freely. I like to dress well, and I like to make things with my hands, and the needle has been one of my great pleasures. I'd rather be well dressed in an old house than shabby in a new one.

And I like to cook. Fred and Edward, I know you've seen my pantry. I know exactly what you look at when you come over, and it isn't me. The pie rack is high up so small hands can't reach, and yet somehow you always know what's on it. Squash, raisin, apple. I have always listened for your steps coming up Lancaster Street.

My hair was red once, and I'm told it has passed to the next generation, so some of you may find that out for yourselves. Ruth, I’m looking at you! Mine is turning white now, as everyone's does. I won't pretend I mind.

Frank and Me, Today

A word about your grandfather. We've been married a good many years, 45 to be exact, he's a good man, and I'm glad he's here. I'm not well, as you know. I've had trouble with my stomach, and it hasn't let up. I'd rather not go on about it. What I'd rather do is look at all of you in this kitchen, because it does me more good than any medicine.

What I'd Like You to Remember

I won't make a long speech. I'd like you to remember a few things.

Remember this house on Lancaster Street, where so much of our family happened.

Remember to look after the people close to you, because the years go faster than you'd think.

And remember that whatever I looked like to you, I loved this family very much.

Now, who wants to help me with supper? Who wants raisin pie for dessert?

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Author’s Note: This is a memoir in Hattie's imagined voice. Dates, names, and events come from the ference material and additions. The feelings, small scenes, and manner of speaking are imagined.

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The Video Overview of Hattie (Hildreth) Seaver's life memoir, created by the Google Gemini Notebook AI tool, is on my YouTube channel, and below:   

This is historical fiction, based on my own genealogical research and family records, along with social history and context for the time and place. It is what Hattie (Hildreth) Seaver might have told her grandchildren in 1920.  

I edited the Claude memoir text to correct minor inconsistencies and errors. Every large language model (LLM) AI tool writes descriptive text much better than I can write. The AI tools are very perceptive, insightful and inspiring, creating engaging 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) 2026, Randall J. Seaver

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Linda and Mia Dipping Their Toes In the Gulf of Bothnia in 1999 -- (Not So) Wordless Wednesday #938

 This is a priceless (to me) image in my computer file folders from the Seaver family collection:


This photograph was taken in August 1999 in northern Finland.  We visited the family of one of our 1994 Foreign Exchange students, Mia, in Tornio, Finland, and had a wonderful time with the  family.  Her parents, Kalle and Aila, and Mia, gave us the deluxe sightseeing tour (Rovaniemi, Oulu, Kuopio, Helsinki, Tallinn, etc.) over a week of fun.

The photograph shows Mia and Linda dipping their toes in the Gulf of Bothnia just south of Tornio.  

NOTE:  I used the MyHeritage photo tools to sharpen and enhance this image.

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Tuesday, October 20, 2026

Genealogy News Bytes -- Week of 14 to 20 October 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 Research and Family History News Articles:









2)  DNA Testing and Genetic Genealogy

3)  Genealogy Book/Magazine Notices and Reviews:



4)  Genealogy Software/Apps


*  Updates to RootsMagic 12 [Genea-Musings]

*  What’s New in Version 8 [Family Historian]


5)  New or Updated Genealogy Digital Record Collections:









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


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Emily and Lyle’s Story: Lyle’s Party and an Armistice, Mid-November 1918

 Here is the latest chapter in the story of the courtship and early married life and times of my maternal grandparents, Emily Auble and Lyle Carringer, who married in June 1918. The background information and the list of chapters of their life together are listed at the end of this post.  This is historical fiction with real people and real events, and is how it might have been.

And now we are up to mid-November 1918, and the world becomes a different place.

I asked my AI Assistant Anthropic Claude to tell the story of Emily and Lyle celebrating Lyle's birthday and the Armistice of World War I in mid-November 1918 (I offered helpful suggestions!).  

                          (AI Google Notebook Infographic -- Mid-November 1918) 


Emily and Lyle’s Story: Lyle’s Party and an

 Armistice, Mid-November 1918


The Party, at Last

The quarantine lifted on Saturday the ninth of November, and Emily had the notes in the mail that same afternoon. Birthday supper, Sunday the tenth, six o'clock, the Carringer home. Better late than never, she wrote at the bottom of each card, in a hand that showed she meant it.

Everyone came. Charlie Morrison arrived first and loudest, having apparently been waiting by the door. Gladys came behind him with a tin of cookies and a stack of newspaper clippings. Eddie Hartwell and Frank and Dorothy Yamamoto arrived together, and Ruth Clemens came straight from a shift at the telephone exchange in a state of cheerful exhaustion, announcing that she had not heard an unrelated sentence in three weeks. Robert and Florence Teague came with a book for Lyle and a bottle of cider for the table. Davey and Amy arrived with Maybelle, who at sixteen was now considerably taller and had opinions on aviation and motion pictures that she delivered in equal quantities. Matie came with a pie, Edgar with a stack of newspapers, and Abbie, who had been placed in the best chair before anyone else reached the house, accepted the arrival of each guest as her due.

The talk in the parlor kept returning to the same subject. Several days earlier, on the seventh of November, the newspapers had run wild with a report that the war was over, and the city had gone briefly mad with bells and whistles before the report was found to be false. The real armistice, everyone agreed, couldn't be far behind. The German government was said to be in collapse. The Kaiser was said to be wavering.

"I'll believe it when the whistles blow twice," Charlie declared. "I've had my celebration once already this month, and it was premature."

"It was embarrassing," Gladys said. "I hung out of the window at Marston's and shouted."

"At what?"

"At Mr. Peterson. He was passing underneath. He took it very well." She paused. "He's since been avoiding me."

Abbie, from her chair, informed the room that she had lived through the Civil War and wished to note that the end of a war was always more complicated than its announcement. "There will be a good deal of fuss," she said, "and then everyone will wonder what exactly they're to do next."

"What are you going to do next, Lyle?" Eddie Hartwell asked, perhaps more directly than he intended.

The room quieted slightly. Lyle looked at the cake, which Georgia had that moment carried in with the ceremony it had earned, and then at Emily, who gave him a small steady nod.

"Wait for orders," he said, "and then do as I'm told. That's all a Marine knows how to plan. But I have a house to build after that, if I'm lucky, on Fern Street. And a wife, and a mother-in-law to keep fed. That's a good deal to be going on with."

"I'll keep myself fed, thank you," Georgia said, setting the cake on the table. "But I take your point."

The party that followed was the best Lyle could remember, which he realized with some amusement that he had also said about his previous two birthdays and every Thanksgiving. The cake was cut, the toasts offered, and Charlie's rendition of "Happy Birthday" remained loud, enthusiastic, and mostly in the right key. Maybelle took charge of the phonograph, and after a certain amount of persuasion, there was dancing in the cleared space between the parlor and dining room: Eddie with Ruth, the Yamamotos together, Gladys partnering Charlie with a firmness that left him little choice.

Near the end of the evening, with the plates cleared and the family gathered in the parlor, Lyle took out the Kodak and organized them for a group photograph: Austin and Della in front, Abbie enthroned between them, Edgar and Davey and Amy and Maybelle behind, Georgia standing a precise six inches to the side of everyone as if to show she was there but not in any way required, and Emily at the center with her hand through Lyle's arm, until Charlie took the camera from him and said, firmly, that the photographer had to be in the picture too.

"Hold still," Charlie said. "All of you. Hold very still."

They held still. The shutter clicked. And for a moment there was an entire family in one small rectangle of light: grandparents and parents, uncles and cousins, a new wife and her mother, a young Marine in a borrowed civilian jacket with his arm around the woman he'd danced with in a high school gymnasium twenty-two months before.

Monday, November 11 — The Whistles

The first whistle blew a little after midnight.

Emily woke to it, a long, rising note from somewhere down toward the harbor, and lay listening in the dark. Then another joined it, and another, until the whole waterfront seemed to be shrieking at once, ships and factories and locomotives all pulling their cords together. Church bells began, though the churches had only just been allowed to open again. Somewhere nearby, somebody was banging a pot with a spoon.

Lyle was already sitting up. "That's not the same sound as last week."

"No," Emily said. "It isn't."

Georgia appeared in the bedroom doorway in her nightgown and a shawl, her gray braid down her back. She did not look alarmed. "The war is over," she said, as if confirming an appointment.

They never did quite get back to sleep. By morning the street outside was alive with people. Mrs. Alcott came out in her nightcap and then retreated and came out again in her hat. Neighbors who had barely nodded to one another for months were embracing in the road. Lyle dressed in his service uniform by lamplight, aware that his liberty day was about to disappear, and a boy on a bicycle confirmed it before he'd finished buttoning his collar: all Marines were to report to Balboa Park immediately. The base was sending a detachment downtown.

He kissed Emily at the door. "I'll find you," he said.

"I'll be on Broadway," she said. "Look for the one waving."

"There will be forty thousand people waving."

"Look for the one who's waving the hardest."

Marston's, it turned out, did not open that morning. By the time Emily and Georgia reached downtown, the department store had put a sign in its door, Closed in honor of the Armistice, and its employees were pouring out into the street. Gladys found them at the corner of Fifth and Broadway, hatless, her hair half undone, laughing and crying at once.

"I've been here since seven!" she shouted over the noise. "Isn't it wonderful? I've kissed a sailor!"

"Several, I hope," Emily said.

"Three. I've lost count after that."

Broadway was a river of people. They filled the sidewalks and spilled into the street: shopgirls and sailors, bankers and newsboys, mothers with children on their shoulders, old men in Grand Army caps, soldiers from Camp Kearny, civilians in masks that were mostly forgotten around their necks. Flags hung from every window. Paper fluttered from the upper stories. The Navy ships in the harbor, dressed in bunting, kept up a steady chorus of whistles, and from somewhere came the blare of a brass band that couldn't quite decide which song it wanted to play.

Georgia stood on the curb in her good hat with her cloth bag in both hands, unmoved by the chaos and entirely present in it. "I came to this country in 1889," she said, almost to herself. "I was the first person in my family to be an American. I never thought I'd live to see them need one in a war."

"Mother," Emily said.

"I'm all right." Georgia's chin lifted. "Look. Here they come."

The Marines came first, marching down Broadway in the dress uniforms they had been told to put on without notice, their boots hitting the pavement together in a rhythm that cut cleanly through the noise. After them came the sailors from the Naval Training Camp, thousands of them, their white hats bobbing in lines that never seemed to end. The crowd roared for all of them, though none of them had been to France, though none of them had fired a shot at an enemy. They had been trained and ready and waiting, and they had done everything asked of them. The cheers did not seem to care about the difference.

Emily saw him in the fourth rank of the Marine detachment, a slight man in dress blues, marching in step with his eyes straight ahead and his face set in the disciplined blankness of a man who was trying very hard not to look at the crowd. She didn't wave. She did something Gladys later told her was more effective: she stood absolutely still, her hand pressed against her mouth, and let him find her.

He found her. His eyes moved for half a second, the only break in his stride, and then returned to the front. But it was enough. In the line of marching men, in the roaring river of Broadway, Lyle Carringer smiled.

Evening

They were home by dark, the three of them, tired in the particular way that joy makes people tired. Lyle arrived at eight, his uniform dusty, his voice hoarse, and Georgia had a plate of warm stew waiting without having been asked.

"The Corporal let us go at six," he said, eating. "Half the base is still downtown. I think Briggs may have been seen smiling."

"You're making that up," Emily said.

"I'm not. Hennessey swears to it. He says it lasted two seconds."

They sat together in the front room afterward, the three of them, with the window open to the sounds still rising from the city. Whistles and bells and singing, the long, happy noise of a place that had held its breath for a very long time. Lyle took out the notebook and then put it away again, since there was nothing in it that seemed to need recording.

"What happens now?" Emily asked, quietly.

"I don't know," Lyle said. "The war's over. But I enlisted for four years, and the Corps hasn't said anything about that. Some men will be sent home. Some will be kept. Nobody's told us anything." He turned his hands over in his lap. "I'll go on at the PX until someone tells me otherwise."

"And then?"

"Then the house on Fern Street. Work. Whatever comes." He looked at her. "That's all any of us can plan for."

Georgia, who had been listening from her chair by the window, set down her knitting. "The house will be warm," she said. "Whatever comes. I shall see to that." She said it without any particular emphasis, as though she were reading from a household list, and returned to her work. But Lyle and Emily looked at each other across the lamplight, and neither of them found it necessary to say anything more.

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Here is the Video Overview of this story by Google Gemini Notebook (also on my YouTube channel here):  

This is historical fiction based on the facts that are available for the life and family of my maternal grandparents, Lyle and Emily(Auble) Carringer.  It is based on my research, social history and society norms at the time and place, and it is likely realistic. It might have happened this way. 

Stay tuned for the next chapters in this family story.

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The AI-assisted biography of my maternal grandmother is in ABC Biography of #7 Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977) of Illinois and California. I wrote a story about her life in 1916 in Ask AI: Describe Emily Auble's Life After the Death of Her Father In 1916.

The AI-assisted biography of my maternal grandfather is in ABC Biography of #6 Lyle Lawrence Carringer (1891-1976) of San Diego, California. I wrote a story about Lyle being a young working man in 1916 being teased about being boring in Lyle's Story: Finding Courage in 1916-1917.

Then I wrote more chapters of their life together:                   
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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.

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