Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Emily and Lyle’s Story: Emily’s Birthday Gift, August 1917 (Part 2)

 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 the third week in August after Lyle started his duty in the Post Exchange at the U.S. Marines Boot Camp.

I asked my AI Assistant Anthropic Claude to tell the story of Emily and Lyle in August 1917 when Lyle had to deal with Emily's birthday gift.  The first part of this story is in Emily and Lyle’s Story: Emily’s Birthday Gift, August 1917 (Part 1).  Here is Part 2 of this story

(AI Google NotebookLM Infographic:  Emily's Birthday Gift) 


Emily and Lyle’s Story: Emily’s Birthday Gift, August 1917 -- Part 1


Sunday, August 19,1917 -- Emily's Eighteenth Birthday

Lyle had been at the florist's concession near the PX by seven-thirty. The selection was modest—the PX stocked cut flowers primarily for officers who needed something for their wives on short notice—but there were yellow roses, and yellow roses seemed exactly right for Emily: warm, unaffected, cheerful without being showy.

He arrived at Hawthorn Street at eight forty-five, Liberty Pass authorizing him until three o'clock. Georgia opened the door.

"She's ready," Georgia said, which told him Emily had been ready for some time. Then her eyes found the flowers and something shifted in her expression—not softening exactly, because Georgia Auble did not soften, but opening slightly, like a window being unlatched. "Those are nice," she said.

Emily appeared behind her grandmother in a moment, and Lyle held out the roses.

She took them with both hands and looked at them for a moment before looking up at him. Her eyes were very bright. "Yellow roses," she said.

"They reminded me of you."

"Warm and a little prickly?" Emily suggested.

"Cheerful," Lyle said. "And exactly right."

Central Christian Church

The three of them walked to Central Christian Church at 820 E Street, arriving as the congregation was gathering—families in their Sunday best, uniformed men scattered through the crowd, the familiar atmosphere of a congregation that has known each other long enough to greet without ceremony.

Reverend W.E. Crabtree had a preacher's gift for making a sermon feel like a conversation, which Emily had always appreciated and Georgia tolerated with the mild respect she gave any competent professional. Today's text was from Romans: "We also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope."

Lyle sat between Emily and Georgia in a pew near the middle of the church, aware of the weight of the day—her eighteenth birthday, the war still building itself around them, the uncertain future that lay on the other side of his three o'clock return to duty. The sermon settled around him the way good sermons do, less as argument than as weather, the kind that changes the feel of the air without you noticing until you step outside and find yourself clearer than before.

After the service, Reverend Crabtree shook Lyle's hand and then Emily's, and when Georgia told him it was Emily's birthday, he blessed her with a warm simplicity that made Emily duck her head and smile.

The US Grant Hotel

The US Grant Hotel stood on Broadway like a declaration of confidence—seven stories of California Mission Revival grandeur that had opened in 1910, built by Ulysses Grant Junior with the ambition of a man determined to give San Diego a hotel worthy of its future. The lobby was all marble and polished wood, high ceilings and the particular quiet of a very fine hotel on a Sunday morning.

The dining room was cool and light, set with white linen and proper silver. A waiter in a black coat led them to a table by the window, and Lyle watched Georgia take in the room with the measured appreciation of someone who has seen comparable things and is not overwhelmed but is pleased.

"Happy birthday," Lyle said, when they were seated and the menus had been placed before them.

Emily looked around the room—the white linen, the silver, the window's view onto Broadway—and then at him. "You didn't have to do this."

"I know. That's why I did it."

Georgia studied her menu with the focused attention she brought to most activities. "They have a proper soup," she announced approvingly.

The lunch was unhurried and good—cream of tomato soup for Georgia, roast beef on the menu that Emily chose without deliberation, chicken for Lyle. The dining room filled gradually around them with San Diego's Sunday crowd: naval officers with their wives, a large family celebrating something at a table in the corner, two businessmen who ate and talked simultaneously with the efficiency of men who have no other time to do either.

Emily talked about her plans—finishing her education in the evenings, staying at Marston's for now, what she might study if she had the chance to go further. She'd been thinking about bookkeeping, she said. Numbers had always made sense to her in a way that other things didn't, and if she could add to her Marston's experience with proper training—

"You'd be excellent at it," Lyle said, meaning it exactly. He had watched her for months now, the way she organized her thoughts, the precision with which she accounted for things. She had a mind built for accuracy, which he recognized because he had one too.

"You're biased," Emily said.

"Possibly. I'm also right."

Georgia ate her soup and watched them both with the quiet attention of someone who has decided to approve of something and is confirming the decision in real time.

The Gift

Lyle had arranged with Uncle Davey to pick them up at the US Grant Hotel at 1:30 and take them to Hawthorn Street. At Emily's home, the birthday box waited on the sideboard where Georgia had kept it for three days. Georgia set it before Emily on the kitchen table and stood back with her hands folded and the expression of someone who has been looking forward to this moment.

Emily looked at the white ribbon, the precise wrapping. She looked at Lyle. "Did you actually wrap this yourself?"

"The salesgirl wrapped it. I tied the ribbon."

"That's very nearly the same thing." She began to unwrap it with characteristic care—not tearing, but pulling the ribbon loose and unfolding the tissue paper with deliberate attention, as though the wrapping itself were part of the gift.

The ivory dress lay in its nest of tissue, the small embroidered cuffs, the row of small buttons, the clean modern lines that Lyle had watched her light up for without knowing it herself.

Emily was quiet for a moment. She lifted the dress from the box and held it against herself, looking down at it, and then she looked up at him with an expression that needed no translation.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"Frances knew. I just paid attention."

"You did more than pay attention." She turned to show Georgia.

Georgia looked at the dress with the eyes of someone who has seen a great deal of clothing for almost fifty years and knows what quality looks like. She touched the fabric at the cuff. "Good material," she said. "It will last." Then she went to put the kettle on, because she was not a woman who lingered over moments longer than they required, and because a cup of tea seemed the appropriate punctuation for a birthday in August.

Emily put the dress back in its tissue carefully, smoothed the paper, and came around the table to where Lyle was standing.

"Thank you," she said, and kissed him—right there in the kitchen in front of the sideboard and the empty box and the ghost of Georgia not quite out of the room yet. "It's the loveliest thing anyone has ever given me."

"It suits you," Lyle said. "That was all I knew."

Goodbye at Three O'Clock

The kettle boiled and Georgia made tea and there was the last of the gingerbread from earlier in the week, and they sat in the kitchen and Emily told Georgia about the dining room at the US Grant and the cream of tomato soup, and Georgia asked careful questions about the service and the silver and whether the bread had been fresh. It was all very ordinary and Lyle was aware with the clarity that Liberty Days always brought that ordinary was the rarest and most precious thing he had.

At two twenty, he looked at his watch. At two twenty-five, he looked at it again.

"You have to go," Emily said.

"Twenty minutes yet."

"Then stop looking at your watch."

He put his watch in his pocket. They talked about the following Sunday—his next Liberty Day was not until the week after, he told her, which meant letters in the interim and she would have to write him something worth reading.

"I always write you something worth reading," Emily said.

"You write me about tomatoes."

"Mother's tomatoes are worth reading about. There are four now."

"Four is remarkable."

Georgia, from the kitchen, said without turning around: "Five, actually. The small one on the left came through this morning."

At twenty minutes to three, Lyle stood, put on his cap, and straightened his uniform by reflex. Georgia came from the kitchen and shook his hand with the grip that was more than a handshake. "Come again Thursday week," she said.

"If they'll give me the pass."

"Make sure they will," Georgia said, which was as close as she came to asking him to.

Emily walked him to the end of the front path. The afternoon light of a San Diego August lay gold and long across the street, and the city smelled of sun-warmed stone and eucalyptus and somewhere nearby someone's supper beginning on a stove.

"Happy birthday, Emily," Lyle said.

"The best birthday I've had." She straightened his collar, which did not need straightening. "Write me tonight."

"You'll have the letter Wednesday."

"Write it tonight anyway."

He kissed her, put on his cap again where she had pushed it slightly askew, and walked to the corner. He turned once. She raised her hand. He raised his. Then he turned toward the trolley stop and the barracks and the PX and the long afternoon shift that was waiting for him, and the smile he carried on his face all the way back to Balboa Park was the kind that Corporal Briggs noticed when he arrived and decided, wisely, not to comment on.


That night, between the end of his shift at eleven o'clock and lights out in the barracks:

My Darling Emily,

Happy birthday. You turned eighteen today and I wasn't there for most of it, which is the great unfairness of military life. But I was there for the part that mattered—the dress and the roses and the soup at the US Grant and the tea in your mother's kitchen afterward.

Frances at Marston's chose well. But I chose Emily, and I think that was the better decision.

Five tomatoes. Please tell your grandmother I am genuinely impressed.

I love you. Get some sleep.

Yours always,
Lyle


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Here is the Video Overview of this post by Google NotebookLM:  

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 seven more chapters of their life together:                   
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Monday, June 29, 2026

Randy's Genealogy Pot-Pourri - Week Ending 28 June 2026

 Here are the highlights of my family history and genealogy related activities over the past week (ending Sunday, 28 June 2026). 

1)  Attended the Chula Vista Genealogical Society (CVGS) Annual Picnic.  Sat with two couples I didn't know.  Forgot to take photos.  Won two of the three contests. 

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

8)  Experimented with Steve Little's "Deep Look" forensic photo analyst in Using Steve Little's Deep Look Forensic Photograph Analyst.

9)  Updated my Randy's AI and Genealogy page. Added a number of the recent Google NotebookLM Videos and Slide Shows to my YouTube channel at https://www.youtube.com/@RandySeaver. 

10)  Compiled all of my AI-assisted material into a blog post for the research and writing I've done for my  my Carringer family line in:
11)  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 75,090 profiles (up 0 from last week)  and 148,062 source citations (up 2).  

12)  My AncestryDNA test now has 52,097 DNA matches (up 38 from 21 June) with 2,203  "close" matches (20 cM or more) today (up 1), with no New ThruLines.  Added Notes to no Matches, and added no new DNA match lines to RootsMagic. MyHeritageDNA test now has 14,624 DNA matches (up 8 from 21 June) for me.  

13) Wrote 21 Genea-Musings blog posts last week (Sunday through Saturday), of which two were a press release. The most viewed post last week was Ask AI: "Describe the Life of the Alexander Sovereen Family in Norfolk County, Ontario in 1865" (Part 1) with 318 views.  Genea-Musings had about 246,000 page views last week and over 2,145,000 views over the past month (lots of bots I think). 

14)  Real life events:  Visited Linda several days this past week at her memory care facility.  Went to the grocery store on Monday and Friday. Grandson Logan flew in on Friday and we went to the Padres game on Saturday.  Finished reading Mystery by Jonathan Kellerman. and started Fatal by John Lescroart. Watched the Padres games - they were 4-2 this past week and are 43-39 on the season.  

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Ask AI: "Describe the Life of the Alexander Sovereen Family in Norfolk County, Ontario in 1865" (Part 2)

 I wondered if my AI Assistant Anthropic Claude could provide me with information about an ancestral family's life in 1865 in Norfolk County, Ontario.  My 3rd great-grandparents Alexander and Eliza (Putman) Sovereen had married in 1840, and had eight living children in 1865.  I posted ABC Biographies for them in ABC Biography of #62 Alexander Sovereen (1814-1907) of Ontario and ABC Biography of #63 Elizabeth (Putman) Sovereen (1820-1895) of New York and Ontario.

I asked Anthropic Claude to create a description of the Alexander Sovereen family life and work in Norfolk County, Ontario in 1865, based on the biography and social history.

(AI NotebookLM infographic -- Life of the Alexander Sovereen Family in 1865)

Part 1 of this story is in Ask AI: "Describe the Life of the Alexander Sovereen Family in Norfolk County, Ontario in 1865" (Part 1). 

Here is the Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.6 response for Part 2: 

The Alexander Sovereen Family in 1865


Life on the Farm in Middleton Township, Norfolk County Ontario (Part 2)


Confederation and Current Events

1865 was a momentous year in Canadian history — just two years before Confederation in 1867. The community would have been buzzing with political discussion:

The Confederation Debates: The Charlottetown Conference of 1864 and the Quebec Conference had laid the groundwork for uniting the British North American colonies. In Norfolk County, as across the province, people discussed:

  • Whether union of the colonies was a good idea

  • What it would mean for their taxes, governance, and identity

  • The threat from the south — the American Civil War was entering its final year, and Fenian raids on Canadian soil were a real concern

  • Trade and economic relationships with Britain and the United States

The American Civil War (1861-1865): The war was ending in 1865 — Lincoln was assassinated in April. Canadians followed events closely:

  • Many Canadian families had relatives in the United States

  • The Underground Railroad had brought Black American refugees to Ontario, some settling in Norfolk County

  • The economic disruption and the massive scale of death (620,000 soldiers killed) were sobering

  • The Fenian Brotherhood — Irish-American veterans of the Union Army — was organizing raids into Canada, a genuine threat that would materialize in 1866

Alexander, who had lived through the aftermath of the War of 1812, would have discussed these events with his neighbors. Despite being a working farmer with limited formal education, he was embedded in a community that cared deeply about the shape of the world they were building.

Agricultural Community

The community of Windham Township was fundamentally agricultural, and farm life created a web of mutual dependence:

Cooperative Work:

  • Threshing bees: When the travelling threshing machine came to a farm, neighbors gathered to help — and expected the same in return. These were long, hard, dusty days followed by enormous meals that Eliza and the older girls would have spent days preparing.

  • Barn raisings: When a neighbor needed a new barn, the community gathered for a raising — framing and erecting the structure in a single day with many hands.

  • Haying bees: Getting hay in quickly before rain required many helpers.

  • Corn huskings: Evening events combining work and socializing.

Market Days: By 1865, Delhi was a proper village with:

  • A general store (or several)

  • A grist mill (for grinding grain into flour)

  • A sawmill

  • Blacksmith shop

  • Possibly a hotel and tavern

  • Church buildings

  • A post office

Alexander would have made regular trips to Delhi — perhaps weekly or fortnightly — to sell produce, purchase supplies, collect mail, and catch up on local and provincial news. These trips were an important connection to the wider world.

The Neighbours

The Sovereens would have had established relationships with surrounding farm families built over twenty-five years. These relationships were layered:

  • Church fellowship

  • Cooperative farming work

  • Business dealings (buying, selling, borrowing equipment)

  • Socializing

  • Intermarriage (as children of neighboring families paired up)

Among those neighbors was the Putman family — Eliza's relatives — providing a further web of family connection and support.

Entertainment and Fun

Family Entertainment

Pioneer families made their own entertainment, and by 1865, the Sovereens had a houseful of children at varying ages — a built-in source of noise, energy, and play.

Winter Evenings by Lamplight:

  • Reading aloud from the Bible and perhaps other books

  • Eliza or the older girls sewing, knitting, and mending

  • Alexander repairing tools or harness leather

  • Children playing simple games: cat's cradle, marbles, spinning tops, dolls made from corn husks or scraps of fabric

  • Storytelling — Alexander was surely a storyteller, given the vivid anecdotes he retained into his eighties

  • Singing hymns together

  • Younger children playing on the floor while older ones helped with evening tasks

Seasonal Pleasures:

  • Winter: Sleigh rides (once the farm work allowed), skating on frozen ponds and creeks, snowball fights, making snow forts

  • Spring: Fishing in local streams and ponds — an enjoyable activity that also supplemented the family diet

  • Summer: Berrying — picking wild strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries was both work and pleasure for the children

  • Fall: The harvest itself had satisfying elements — the sights and smells of cut grain, the weight of a good potato crop, the pleasure of a full root cellar

The Children's Play: The Sovereen children, ranging in age in 1865 from toddler Addison to teenager Gertrude, would have played:

  • Outdoors (when weather permitted): Tag, hide and seek, climbing trees, catching frogs, chasing animals, exploring the woodlot

  • With simple handmade toys: Rag dolls, carved wooden animals, a hoop and stick, a spinning top

  • Seasonal games: Skating and sliding in winter, swimming in summer (in creeks or millponds)

Community Entertainment

Church Socials: The Baptist church organized events that combined religious respectability with genuine fun:

  • Picnics: Summer church picnics were major social events — food, games, socializing

  • Concerts: Musical evenings of hymn singing and recitations

  • Debates and lectures: Educational and entertaining evenings at the church hall

  • Fundraising suppers: Oyster suppers, box socials, harvest suppers

Agricultural Fairs: The Norfolk County Agricultural Fair was a highlight of the year. Alexander would have:

  • Entered competitions for best wheat, best cattle, best hogs

  • Watched demonstrations of new farming equipment

  • Met with farmers from across the county

  • Perhaps entered his own skills in competitions

  • Brought the family to enjoy the spectacle

The fair was also where the latest farming innovations were displayed — mechanical reapers, improved plows, new seed varieties. Alexander, always a keen and skilled farmer, would have paid close attention.

Visiting: The most common form of entertainment was simply visiting — neighbors calling on neighbors, often unannounced, for tea and conversation. The Sovereen home, with its tradition of open hospitality, would have been a frequent destination. Eliza would always have had something to put on the table, and Alexander's stories and opinions were worth hearing.

Taverns: While the Sovereens were Baptist and almost certainly temperance supporters, the local tavern was a male social institution in 1865 Ontario. Alexander, who had been an innkeeper himself, would have understood the role these establishments played — even if he didn't frequent them.

Music

Music was central to Baptist community life and to home entertainment:

  • Hymn singing at church and at home

  • Perhaps a fiddle in a neighboring household that came out for dances and community events

  • The children learning hymns and folk songs

  • No recorded music, of course — all music was live and participatory

Reading

By 1865, print was more available than in Alexander's pioneer childhood:

  • Newspapers: A provincial newspaper — perhaps the Toronto Globe or a local Norfolk County paper — might have been shared and read aloud in the evenings

  • Religious publications: Baptist newspapers and tracts were widely circulated

  • Books: The Bible, almanac, and perhaps a small collection of religious or educational books

  • Eliza, who could read and write, was likely the primary reader in the household

Alexander and Eliza in Middle Age

Alexander at Fifty

By 1865, Alexander Sovereen was a man of substance and standing in his community. The boy who had been denied proper schooling had nevertheless built a productive farm, raised a large family, served his church, and earned the respect of his neighbors.

At fifty, he was:

  • Physically powerful — years of labor had built a constitution that would sustain him into his nineties

  • An expert farmer — knowing his land, his animals, and his crops with a depth of knowledge that only decades of close attention can produce

  • A respected neighbor — generous, hospitable, reliable, always ready to help

  • A man of faith — his Baptist convictions unshaken by hardship

  • A father of survivors — having buried five children, he understood mortality in a way that shaped everything

He still carried his regret about education — watching his children learn things he never had, unable to help them with their lessons, aware that literacy opened doors closed to him. But he had compensated in other ways — through sheer hard work, through the social intelligence of a man who learns everything through people and experience, and through the generosity of character that made him beloved in his community.

Eliza at Forty-Five

Eliza Sovereen was forty-five in 1865 — a mature, experienced woman who had managed a large frontier household for twenty-five years. She had:

  • Borne fourteen children (though only nine would be living by 1865)

  • Managed the domestic economy of a working farm

  • Buried five of her babies

  • Maintained her faith through grief and hardship

  • Raised capable daughters who were now helping to manage the household

  • Kept the tradition of Sovereen hospitality that made their home a welcoming place

She was, by pioneer standards, entering her older years — though she would live until 1895. Her body bore the marks of decades of physical labor, childbearing, and the relentless demands of frontier domestic life. Yet the 1891 census would record that she could read and write — an achievement that suggests either prior schooling or persistent self-education.

Together, Alexander and Eliza were a partnership forged in the hardships and joys of a quarter-century of frontier life. By 1865, they had earned the stability of an established farm, the satisfaction of children who survived and thrived, and the respect of a community they had helped to build.

1865 in Context

The world Alexander and Eliza inhabited in 1865 was changing fast:

Technology Arriving in Rural Ontario:

  • Telegraph lines connecting towns across the province

  • Railways reaching into Norfolk County — the Great Western and other lines were transforming commerce and travel

  • Mechanical farm equipment beginning to replace hand tools

  • Kerosene lamps replacing tallow candles

  • Factory-made goods appearing in general stores

  • Matches (instead of flint and steel) making fire-starting infinitely easier

Changes Coming:

  • Canadian Confederation — just two years away (1867)

  • The Dominion of Canada would transform their political world

  • Their children would grow up as Canadians, not merely British colonial subjects

  • The farm economy was shifting — from subsistence toward market agriculture

What Hadn't Changed:

  • The fundamental rhythms of farming — planting, growing, harvesting, winter

  • The centrality of church and faith

  • The importance of neighbors and community

  • The backbreaking physical demands of farm life

  • The ever-present possibility of illness, injury, and early death

  • The deep satisfaction of honest work and a well-run farm

Conclusion

The Alexander Sovereen family in 1865 was, by any measure of the era, a success story. Twenty-five years after their wedding, Alexander and Eliza had built a productive farm, raised surviving children who were growing into capable adults, established deep roots in their community, and maintained the warmth, generosity, and faith that defined the Sovereen household.

They had also endured more than their share of sorrow — five small graves in Delhi Cemetery bore witness to the fragility of life in pioneer Ontario. But the family that gathered around the Sovereen table in 1865 — daughters ranging from six to fourteen, two small boys, perhaps daughter Mary Jane’s family on occasion, perhaps Eliza's brother Peter helping with the farm — was a living testament to survival, persistence, and love.

The twinkle in Alexander's eye that observers would remark upon decades later was already there in 1865. It was the look of a man who had worked hard, loved well, suffered deeply, and kept his faith — and who found, in the daily rhythms of farm and family and community, reasons enough to smile.

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The AI Google NotebookLM Video Overview of this story is in:  

This is historical fiction based on known events in the lives of my ancestors -- it might have been this way. Alexander and Elizabeth (Putman) Sovereen are my 3rd great-grandparents through their oldest daughter, Mary Jane Sovereen,, and I have significant information about this family from the available records, but I know nothing about their day-to-day lives.

As always, I am amazed at what life was like in any place over 160 years ago. This description of their family life in 1860's Ontario is interesting and so different from our current daily activities.

After I read these types of social history summaries, I wish that I could be a time traveler for one day to visit this Sovereen family in 1865 Ontario 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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Amanuensis Monday -- 1830 Deed of Mary Row to John Row for Land in Hunterdon County, New Jersey

This week's document for transcription is the 1830 Deed of Mary Row to son John Row for land in Tewksbury township, Hunterdon County, New Jersey for $300.

a)  Hunterdon County, New Jersey, Deeds, 1828-1830, Pages 392-393, Image 791 of 863:


The transcription of this mortgage deed (with help from FamilySearch Full-Text Search, but there were many omissions) is:

[Page 392, Starting in the middle of the left-hand page of the image]

Mary Row    }  This Indenture made the thirteenth day of January in 
    to               }  the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and thirty 
John Row     } Between Mary Row of the township of Tewksbury in the 
County of Hunterdon and State of New Jersey of the first part, and John 
Row of the township of Jewksbury in the County of Hunterdon and State of 
New Jersey of the second part,Witnesseth, that the said party of the first 
part for and in consideration of the sum of three hundred dollars good 
and lawful money of the United States to her in hand paid at and before 
the ensealing and delivery of these presents, the receipt whereof is hereby
acknowledged, hath granted, bargained, sold, remised, released, aliened and con-
firmed and by these presents doth grant, bargain, sell, remise, release, alien 
and confirm unto the said party of the second part and to his heirs and assigns 
forever, all the right of dower belonging to the said party of the first part as 
the Relict and widow of Philip Row deceased, and all other rights the may have
or can have of in and to all and singular the following described tract or 
parcel of land and premises situated in the township of Tewksbury in the 
County of Hunterdon and State of New Jersey, butted and bounded as follows 
viz. Beginning at a stake a corner to Jonathan Potter's land from thence 
south six degrees East twenty seven chains and fifty links to an Elm tree,
thence South twenty one degrees west, fourteen chains and seventy five 
links to a stone heep, thence North seventy eight degrees West, sixteen chains 

[Page 393]

and seventy links to a stake and stones, thence North two degrees West
seven chains & seventy eight links to a stake and stones, thence North 
seventy eight degrees west, three chains and eighty six links to a 
stake and stones in the Sutton line, thence North two degrees West, 
eight chains to a stone heep on the bank of the brook, thence north
thirty seven degrees East nine chains & thirty seven links to a post in the 
fence, thence north ten degrees East, twenty three chains and thirty links 
to a stake, thence North thirty six degrees east, eighty four links to 
the middle of a wood road, thence along the same South fifty four 
degrees East, three chains, thence South fifty seven degrees East four 
chains, thence South forty nine degrees East six chains and eighty links
thence South three degrees East two chains and seventeen links to 
the place of beginning containing eighty seven acres more or less it being 
a part of the homested farm of Philip Row deceased. Together with all 
and singular the hereditaments and appurtenances thereunto belong-
ing or in any wise appertaining and all the estate, right, title, inter-
est claim and demand whatsoever of the said party of the first part
either in law or equity of in and to the above described premises with 
the appurtenances. To have and to hold the said lot or tract of land and 
premises above described to the party of the second part his heirs and 
assigns free from all dower or other demands of the said party of the 
first part, to the sole and only proper use, benefit and behoof of the said 
party of the second part his heirs and assigns forever. In Witness 
whereof the said Mary Row party of the first part has hereunto set her 
hand and seal the day and contest above written. 
Signed, sealed and delivered in presence  }          Mary X Row   {seal}
Joseph Smith                                            }             her mark
 State of New Jersey Morris County ss. Be it remembered that on the 
21'st day of January AD 1830, personally appeared before me Joseph Smith
one of the Judges of the Inferior Court of Common Pleas in and for the County 
of Morris, Mary Row and I being satisfied that she is the grantor mention-
ed in the within deed and I having first made her acquainted with 
the contents of the same, she acknowledged that the respectively signed 
sealed and delivered the within instrument as her voluntary act and deed 
for the use and purpose therein expressed. 
Recorded February 2'd 1830                    Joseph Smith 

The source citation for this mortgage deed is:

"Hunterdon, New Jersey, United States records," Mary Row to John Row deed, executed 13 January 1830, recorded 2 February 1830; imaged, FamilySearch 
(https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:3Q9M-CSGS-JVLL?view=fullText : Jan 13,
2026), Image Group Number: 008210911, "Hunterdon Deeds, 1828-1830," pages 392-393, image 791 of 863; original papers at Hunterdon County (New Jersey) County Clerk.

Widow Mary Row granted 87 acres of land in Tewksbury township, Hunterdon County, New Jersey to her son John Row in a deed dated 13 January 1830 for $300. The land was part of the homestead of Philip Row.

Philip Row (1752-1817) is my 5th great-grandfather, and a Revolutionary War soldier, who married Maria Smith in 1772 in New Jersey and had eight children, including Anna Row (1787-1860) who married John Auble in 1804; they are my 4th great-grandparents.

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Read other transcriptions of records of my relatives and ancestors at Amanuensis Monday Posts.

NOTE: Genea-blogger John Newmark (who writes the excellent TransylvanianDutch blog) started a Monday blog theme years ago called "Amanuensis Monday." John offers this definition for "amanuensis:"

"A person employed to write what another dictates or to copy what has been written by another."

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Sunday, June 28, 2026

Best of the Genea-Blogs -- Week of 21 to 27 June 2026

Scores of genealogy and family history bloggers write hundreds of posts every week about their research, their families, and their interests. I appreciate each one of them and their efforts.


My criteria for "Best of ..." are pretty simple - I pick posts that advance knowledge about genealogy and family history, address current genealogy issues, provide personal family history, are funny or are poignant. I don't list posts destined for most daily blog prompts or meme submissions (but I do include summaries of them), or my own posts.

Here are my picks for great reads from the genealogy blogs for this past week:

*  MyHeritage Tribute Reel: Bringing Family Photos Together in a New Way by Diane Henriks on Know Who Wears the Genes In Your Family.

*  A Concept Project for Segmentologists by Jim Bartlett on Segment-ology.

 Don't Try This Unreliable Genealogy Practice by DiAnn Iamarino Ohama on Fortify Your Family Tree.

*  Unearthing an Oklahoma Death Certificate Buried Under Tricky Handwriting by Nicole Elder Dyer on Family Locket.

*  The Most Precious Manuscript on Earth by Lori Olson White on The Lost & Found Story Box.

*  Writing Family History with AI by Carole McCulloch on Coach Carole Online.

*  FamilySearch’s Limited-Access Toggle: A New Research Tool by Diana Bryan Quinn on Moments In Time, A Genealogy Blog.

*  Interesting by Leah Larkin on The DNA Geek.

*  What to Do When Your Genealogy Research Hits a Dead End by N.P. Maling on Sea Genes Family History and Genealogy Research.

*  Using AI in Genealogy by Marcia Crawford Philbrick on Heartland Genealogy.

*  Quick Reminder: Spelling Surnames in Genealogy Research by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches On the Family Tree.

*  A Day Makes A Difference | Ancestry's New Record Viewer Layout by Doris Kenney on A Tree With No Name.

*  All About AI – What It Is, What It Isn’t, and Why It Matters by Roberta Estes on DNAeXplained - Genetic Genealogy.

*  THE SHOOTING AT LOWER HOUSE FARM Part 4 — The Lost Daughter by Paul Chiddicks on Stories Behind the Records.

*  Where Was Your Pennsylvania Ancestor in 1976? Researching the Bicentennial Year by Denyse Allen on PA Ancestors.

Here are pick posts by other geneabloggers this week: 


*  Friday’s Family History Finds [26 June 2026] by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches on the Family Tree.
*  GenStack [27 June 2026] by Robin Stewart on Genealogy Matters.

Readers are encouraged to go to the blogs listed above and read their articles, and add the blogs to your Favorites, Feedly, another RSS feed, or email if you like what you read. Please make a comment to them also - all bloggers appreciate feedback on what they write.

Did I miss a great genealogy blog post? Tell me! I currently am reading posts from over 900 genealogy bloggers using Feedly, but I still miss quite a few it seems.


Read past Best of the Genea-Blogs posts here.

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