Monday, May 11, 2026

Randy's Genealogy Pot-Pourri - Week Ending 10 May 2026

Here are the highlights of my family history and genealogy related activities over the past week (ending Sunday, 10 May 2026). 

1)  Attended the Chula Vista Genealogical Society (CVGS) Board Meeting on Wednesday and discussed the Newsletter, the Research Group meeting and the Family History Roundtable meeting.  Wrote, edited and published the May 2026 CVGS newsletter.

2)  Attended the San Diego Genealogical Society (SDGS) Program Meeting on Saturday with Craig R. Scott presenting talks on the Revolutionary War pension files.

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

10)  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

11)  Tried out the new MyHeritage features -- Family Infographics and Tribute Reel.

12)  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 75,048 profiles (up 16 from last week)  and 148,022 source citations (up 17).  Added some land deeds and biographies to some profiles in RootsMagic from Genea-Musings posts.

13)  My AncestryDNA test now has 51,793 DNA matches (up 67 from 3 May) with 2,194 "close" matches (20 cM or more) today (up 1), with 2 new ThruLines.  Added Notes to no Matches, and added no new DNA match lines to RootsMagic. MyHeritageDNA test now has 14,442 DNA matches (up 7 from 3 May) for me. 

14) Wrote 24 Genea-Musings blog posts last week (Sunday through Saturday), of which three were a press release. The most viewed post last week was Life Memoir of John Underhill (1745-1816) of Plainfield, New Hampshire in 1814 with  over 400 views.  Genea-Musings had about 385,00page views last week and over 2,564,000 views over the past month (lots of bots I think). 

15)  Real life events:  Visited Linda several days this past week at her memory care facility.  Went to the grocery store on Monday and Friday. Visited the financial advisor on Friday -- she said "everything will turn out fine." Still reading The Waiting by Michael Connelly.  Watched the Padres games - they were 4-3 this past week and are 24-16 on the season.  

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Ask AI: "Describe Abigail (Gates) (Seaver) Seaver's Life in 1847 in Westminster, Massachusetts"

 I wondered if my AI Assistant Anthropic Claude could provide me with information about an ancestor's life in 1847 in Westminster, Massachusetts.  The biography of my 3rd great-grandmother Abigail (Gates) (Seaver) Seaver (1797-1869) is in ABC Biography of #33 Abigail (Gates) (Seaver) Seaver (1797-1867) of Westminster, Massachusetts.

(AI NotebookLM Infographic -- Abigail (Gates) Seaver's Life in 1847 in Westminster, Massachusetts)

I asked Claude to create a description of Abigail Seaver's family life in Westminster, Massachusetts in 1847, based on the biography and social history.

The Claude Sonnet 4.6 response was:

Family Life of Abigail (Gates) Seaver in 1847

Family Situation

In the summer of 1847, Abigail was 50 years old and had been married to her second husband, Isaac Seaver, for fifteen years. Their household in Westminster, Massachusetts, was still quite full and active. Her two sons with Isaac—Lyman (age 13) and Loring (age 10)—were still at home, keeping her busy with the daily needs of growing boys. These teenage and pre-teen years would have meant Abigail was providing meals for hearty appetites, mending work clothes that boys could wear through quickly, and managing the domestic side of farm life while Isaac and increasingly Lyman worked the fields.

Her children from her first marriage to Benjamin Seaver (Isaac’s older brother) were now adults establishing their own lives. Her eldest daughter Abigail was about 30 years old and married Samuel Munroe in 1839 with two sons aged seven and one by this time, making 50-year-old Abigail a grandmother. Lucinda was around 26, had just married James Rockwood in 1846 and had a baby in June 1847. Her son Isaac Jr. was about 24 years old, working as a blacksmith, had married Juliette Glazier in 1846 and were expecting a baby later in 1847. The families of Abigail, Lucinda and Isaac were in Westminster or nearby Gardner. The loss of her son Benjamin Jr. eleven years earlier in 1836 was likely still a tender memory, as any mother who has lost a child carries that grief throughout her life.

Abigail’s widowed mother, Abigail (Knowlton) Gates was age 73 and living in nearby Gardner, and half of her fourteen siblings were still living in the area with families of their own.

As a woman of 50 in a blended family, Abigail occupied a unique position. She had raised her first set of children through widowhood and poverty, and was now raising her second set in more stable circumstances with Isaac's support. She was welcoming grandchildren into the world, taking on the new role of grandmother while still actively mothering her younger sons. Family gatherings would have brought together children with significant age gaps—her oldest daughter was a mother to children not much younger than her half-brothers Lyman and Loring.

Daily Work and Household Management

At age 50, Abigail's days were filled with relentless physical labor that characterized farm life in mid-19th century New England. Her work began before sunrise and continued until well after dark, following the rhythm of the seasons and the needs of a working farm. As the housekeeper (the term that would appear in census records to describe her occupation), she managed every aspect of domestic life for her family.

Her daily routine would have included preparing three substantial meals from scratch. Breakfast might have been porridge, bread, butter, and perhaps eggs or salt pork. The midday dinner was the largest meal, requiring preparation of meat, vegetables, bread, and possibly pie or other dessert for the hardworking men and boys. Supper was a lighter meal but still required cooking. All of this was done on a wood-burning stove or hearth, which meant managing fire temperatures, carrying wood, and dealing with intense heat in summer and inadequate heating in winter.

Food preservation consumed enormous amounts of Abigail's time and energy. In 1847, there was no refrigeration, so everything had to be preserved by other methods. Summer and fall were particularly intense periods when she would have been pickling vegetables, making preserves and jellies, drying fruits and herbs, smoking or salting meat, and storing root vegetables in the cellar. She likely maintained a large kitchen garden that required planting, weeding, harvesting, and processing. The success of her preservation efforts could mean the difference between adequate nutrition and hunger during the long New England winter.

Textile work was another major component of her labor. Ready-made clothing was expensive and not widely available, so Abigail would have been responsible for making and mending all the family's clothing, linens, and household textiles. This meant spinning thread, weaving fabric (or purchasing it from local weavers), cutting and sewing garments, darning socks, patching worn areas, and repurposing old fabrics into quilts or rugs. With two active boys, the mending basket was likely never empty. She would have also made soap and candles, both labor-intensive processes essential to household operation.

Laundry was perhaps the most physically demanding of her regular tasks. Without running water or washing machines, laundry meant hauling and heating water, scrubbing clothes on a washboard, wringing them out by hand, hanging them to dry, and then heating heavy flat irons on the stove for pressing. In a farming household with working men and boys, the volume of dirty, often heavily soiled clothing was substantial. Laundry day was typically Monday, and it consumed the entire day.

Abigail would have also been responsible for cleaning the house, which in a farmhouse meant dealing with dirt tracked in from barns and fields, ash from the heating stove and fireplaces, and the general dust and grime of daily life. She likely cared for chickens, collected eggs, churned butter, made cheese, and tended to other domestic animals. If Isaac kept dairy cows, she may have been involved in milking and dairy processing.

At 50, this work would have taken a physical toll. Her hands were likely rough and work-worn, her back probably ached from bending over washboards and stoves, and her feet hurt from standing on hard floors all day. Women of this era often looked older than their years due to the unrelenting physical demands of their work.

Education and Literacy

Abigail's formal education would have been quite limited, as was typical for women born in rural Massachusetts in 1797. When she was a child, education for girls was not considered as important as it was for boys, and what schooling she received was probably sporadic and basic. She likely attended a local district school during the winter months when farm work was lighter, perhaps for a few years in her childhood. The school would have been a simple one-room building where children of all ages learned together under a single teacher.

Her education probably focused on the "three Rs"—reading, writing, and arithmetic—though girls often received less instruction in mathematics than boys. Reading was considered important primarily for religious purposes, as families were expected to read the Bible and religious texts. Abigail clearly could read and write, as evidenced by her ability to navigate legal proceedings after Benjamin's death, when she had to petition courts and manage guardianship of her children. This suggests she had at least basic literacy, though her writing may have been simpler and her spelling less standardized than educated men of her era.

By 1847, attitudes toward female education were slowly changing. Massachusetts had been a leader in public education since the 1820s, when reformers like Horace Mann worked to establish common schools. Abigail's daughters would have had access to better educational opportunities than she had, and by 1847, she might have held strong opinions about ensuring her sons Lyman and Loring received adequate schooling. However, on a working farm, practical knowledge often took precedence over book learning, and the boys would have been needed for farm work during planting and harvest seasons, limiting their school attendance.

Abigail's real education came from experience and oral tradition. She would have learned domestic skills—cooking, preserving, sewing, spinning, dyeing, soap-making, herb lore, and childcare—from her mother and older female relatives. This knowledge was passed down through demonstration and practice, and by age 50, Abigail was herself a repository of practical wisdom that she was passing to her daughters and daughters-in-law. She knew how to read the signs of changing weather, when to plant different crops, how to treat common illnesses with home remedies, and how to stretch resources to feed a family through lean times.

Her literacy would have served her in practical ways—reading recipes (though many were committed to memory or followed by tradition), keeping household accounts, reading her Bible, and perhaps keeping up with news through newspapers if the family could afford them. The 1840s saw increasing newspaper circulation in New England, and Abigail might have read about distant events like the Mexican-American War or the Irish Potato Famine, which was bringing waves of Irish immigrants to Massachusetts during this period.

Activities and Community Life

Beyond her daily work, Abigail's activities in 1847 would have revolved around church, family, and community obligations. Church attendance was not just a religious duty but the center of social life in Westminster. The Seaver family likely attended services every Sunday, weather permitting, and Abigail would have participated in women's church groups, sewing circles, and charitable activities organized through the congregation. These gatherings served multiple purposes—religious devotion, social connection, mutual support, and community service.

The church sewing circle or ladies' aid society was particularly important in women's lives. These groups met regularly, often weekly, to sew items for the poor, make quilts for church fundraisers, or prepare items for missionary work. For Abigail, these meetings offered a rare opportunity to sit and talk with other women, share news and concerns, exchange recipes and remedies, and build friendships beyond her immediate family. The work was still work—sewing and quilting—but the companionship made it lighter. These gatherings were where women discussed everything from raising children to managing difficult family situations, offering each other advice and support.

Community events punctuated the yearly calendar. Agricultural fairs in the fall showcased farming achievements and offered competition and entertainment. Abigail might have entered her preserves, baked goods, or handiwork in competitions, taking pride in recognition of her skills. Barn raisings, corn huskings, and quilting bees were work parties that doubled as social events, where neighbors came together to accomplish large tasks while enjoying food and conversation. Such events were essential to farm life, creating networks of mutual aid that families relied upon in times of need.

Visiting family and neighbors was another important activity. Without telephones or easy transportation, visits were often day-long affairs or even overnight stays. Abigail might have traveled by wagon to visit her mother, her siblings, and her married children, meeting new grandchildren and offering advice on household management and childcare. She likely also received visits from extended family, which meant preparing special meals and ensuring her home was presentable—adding to her workload but providing welcome breaks from routine.

At 50, Abigail may have been taking on increased responsibilities as an elder in her community. Older women with experience were often called upon to assist at births, care for the sick, help prepare bodies for burial, and offer counsel to younger women facing life challenges. Having survived widowhood, poverty, the loss of a child, and the challenges of raising a blended family, Abigail had accumulated wisdom that would have been valued by other women in Westminster.

Seasonal celebrations provided additional activities. Thanksgiving was an important New England tradition that would have meant days of cooking and preparing to host extended family. Independence Day on July 4th brought community celebrations. Christmas was less elaborate in the 1840s than it would become later in the century, but was still marked with special church services and family meals. Apple-picking time, sugaring season in early spring when maple syrup was made, and other agricultural milestones were celebrated as they came.

Abigail might have also participated in informal community support networks. Women often organized to help neighbors who had experienced illness, death, or other hardships, bringing food, helping with childcare, or assisting with overwhelming household tasks. Having received such help herself as a young widow in the 1820s, Abigail likely understood the importance of extending similar kindness to others in need.

Entertainment and Leisure

The concept of "leisure time" as we understand it today barely existed for a 50-year-old farmwife in 1847. Entertainment was woven into work and community activities rather than separated from them. However, this doesn't mean Abigail's life was without pleasure or moments of joy—they simply took different forms than modern entertainment.

Reading was a primary form of entertainment for those who were literate and could afford books or periodicals. The Bible was certainly in the Seaver household and was likely read both for devotion and as a source of stories. If the family could afford it, they might have subscribed to a newspaper or agricultural journal, which Abigail would have read for news of the wider world. Novels were becoming increasingly popular in the 1840s, though some conservative communities viewed fiction with suspicion as frivolous or even morally dangerous. If Abigail could access them—perhaps borrowed from neighbors or through a church lending library—she might have read popular authors of the day like Charles Dickens, whose works were widely circulated in America, or domestic novels by American women writers.

Music was an important part of family life and entertainment. Hymn singing was central to church services, and families often sang together at home in the evenings. If the Seavers owned a piano or any musical instruments—though this would have been a significant luxury—family members might have played in the evenings. At the very least, they would have sung traditional songs, ballads, and hymns together. Community singing schools taught people to read music and sing in harmony, and these were popular social and educational events.

Storytelling was a vital form of entertainment, especially during long winter evenings when the family gathered around the fire or stove. Abigail likely told her younger sons stories from her childhood, family history, and local legends. She might have shared memories of her parents and grandparents, preserving family history through oral tradition. These stories served both to entertain and to instruct, passing down family values and community identity to the next generation.

Handwork could be both labor and pleasure. While most sewing and quilting was necessary work, some projects allowed for creativity and artistry. Abigail might have worked on a special quilt with an intricate pattern, embroidered decorative items, or created samplers during rare moments of calm. These items served practical purposes but also allowed for personal expression and created objects of beauty that decorated the home.

Social visiting was perhaps the most common form of entertainment. Sitting with neighbors or family members to talk, share news, exchange gossip, and discuss community affairs was a primary leisure activity. These conversations happened while working—while shelling peas, peeling apples, quilting, or doing other tasks that allowed for simultaneous conversation. The companionship and exchange of news and ideas was as valuable as the work accomplished.

Community events provided more elaborate entertainment. Lectures were popular in 1847, part of the lyceum movement that brought speakers to communities throughout New England. Abigail might have attended lectures on topics ranging from moral reform to natural science, travel accounts, or poetry readings. While attending such events required time away from her work, they offered intellectual stimulation and connection to broader cultural currents. The 1840s was a period of reform movements—temperance, abolition, women's rights—and Abigail might have been exposed to these ideas through lectures and discussions, even if Westminster was primarily a conservative farming community.

The natural world provided free entertainment. Walking to observe seasonal changes, picking wild berries or flowers, or simply sitting outside on a pleasant evening offered respite and pleasure. The beauty of the New England landscape—spring flowers, summer green, brilliant fall foliage, and winter snow—would have been part of daily life and appreciated even amid hard work.

For special occasions, there might be more elaborate entertainment. A wedding in the family or community would mean festivities with special food, dancing, and celebration that could last into the evening. County fairs offered unusual sights—perhaps traveling exhibitions, unusual animals, or demonstrations of new agricultural equipment or techniques. These rare breaks from routine would have been memorable events discussed for weeks afterward.

At age 50, Abigail's entertainment was modest and intermittent, stolen in moments between essential tasks or woven into the fabric of work itself. A beautiful sunset while bringing in laundry, laughter with her sons at the dinner table, a satisfying church service, a good conversation with a friend while quilting—these were the pleasures that enriched her life. She likely found deep satisfaction in seeing her adult children established in their own households, watching her younger sons grow, and maintaining a stable home with Isaac after the hardships of her widowhood. The simple fact that she had survived to age 50—outliving many of her contemporaries—and was part of a thriving family would have been a source of contentment and perhaps even joy, even amid the relentless demands of her daily work.

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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. The person mentioned is my 3rd great-grandmother, and I have significant information about her life from the available records, but I know nothing about her day-to-day life.

As always, I am amazed at what life was like in any place over 170 years ago. This description of the family life in Massachusetts 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 Seaver family in 1847 Massachusetts 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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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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Amanuensis Monday -- 1774 Deed of John Underhill Buying Land in Rockingham County, New Hampshire From Joseph Colby

 This week's document for transcription is the 1774 Deed of Joseph Colby selling 60 acres of land in Chester, Rockingham County, New Hampshire to John Underhill for £165.    

a)  Rockingham County, New Hampshire. Deeds 1803-1805:  pages 148-149, image 318 of 724:


The transcription of this deed, starting on page 503 near the top of the right-hand page of the first image, with the assistance of FamilySearch Full-Text Search:

[Page 148 starting at the top of the left-hand page of the image]:

KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS , THAT 
I Joseph Colby of Chester in the County of Rockingham 
in the Province of Newhampshire in New England Yeoman 
For and in confideration of the sum of One hundred & Sixty five pounds 
lawful money to me in hand before the delivery hereof, well and truly paid by
John Underhill of Candia in the County & Province 
Yeoman 
the receipt whereof I do hereby acknowledge, have given, granted, bargained, sold, and by 
these presents, do give, grant, bargain, sell, alien, enfeof, convey and confirm unto the said John
Underhill his heirs and assigns forever, a Certain parcel of 
Land Situate & being in the Township of Chester in the County 
and Province aforesaid, containing by Estimation Sixty acres 
more or less, It being & containing all my homestead whereon 
I now dwell: Bounded as followeth vizt, Northerly on the high-
way called Pennicook Road , Southeasterly on Robert Runell's 
Land, and the highway Southwesterly on Sam'l Worthens Land 
and Northwesterly partly on Cap't John Underhill's Land 
and partly on Stephen Lufkins Land; together with the 
fences & buildings that are on & about the same.

To have and to hold the said granted premises with all the privileges and appurtenances to the 
same belonging ^appurtenances^ to him - the faid John Underhill his 
heirs and assigns to their only proper use and benefit forever. And I the said 
Joseph Colby for myself my - heirs, executors, and administrators, 
do hereby covenant, grant, and agree to and with the said John Underhill
his heirs, and assigns, that until the delivery hereof I am
the lawful owner of the said premises and am - seized and possessed thereof in 
My own right in fee simple , and have full power and lawful authority to grant and convey 
the same in manner aforesaid; that the said premises are free and clear of all and every incumbrance whatsoever, and that I and my                          heirs, executors and
Administrators, shall and will warrant the same to him the said John Underhill his
heirs and assigns against the lawful claims and demands of any person or persons whomsoever.
In Witness whereof I have hereunto Set my hand & seal the 
Second day of March in the fourteenth year of his Majestys 
Reign Anno Domini 1774 
Signed Sealed & delivered                                       his
in presence of                                               Joseph  X Colby    {seal}
Dorothy Emerson                                                   mark
Saml Emerson

 Rockingham ss  Chester March 2'd 1774, then the above
named Joseph Colby personally appearing acknowledged 
this Instrument to be his free act & deed , before me - 
                                              Saml Emerson Just Peace 

Recd & Recorded 8'th May 1804
                                                    Josiah Adams Rdr

The source citation for this deed record is:

"Rockingham County, New Hampshire, United States records," Deed of Joseph Colby to John Underhill, executed 2 March 1774, recorded 8 May 1804; imaged, FamilySearch   (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:3Q9M-CSRZ-LS7D-P?view=fullText : accessed 1 May 2026), Image Group Number 008298521, "Rockingham. Deeds, 1803-1804. 1803, 1804, 1804-1805," page 148, image 318 of 724; original records in Rockingham County, New Hampshire Register of Deeds.

This deed documents the sale of 60 acres of land in Chester, Rockingham County, New Hampshire, sold by Joseph Colby of Chester to John Underhill of Candia for £165 in lawful money on 2 March 1774 (recorded 8 May 1804).  

Joseph Colby is probably my 6th great-grandfather, born in 1708, father of Hannah (Colby) Underhill, and residing in Chester in 1768, for whom there is no death record or probate record in the New Hampshire records.  The Joseph Colby in this deed could also be Hannah's brother, Joseph Colby (1739-1839), who is the son of Joseph Colby (1708-after 1768).  Since the father Joseph Colby did not have a recorded probate record, I think that the Joseph Colby in this deed is likely the father Joseph Colby.

John Underhill (1745-1816) and his wife, Hannah Colby (1745-1791), are my 5th great-grandparents, through their son Amos Underhill (1772-1865) who married Mary Metcalf (1780-1855) in 1801 in Piermont, Grafton County, New Hampahire.

I found this record using the FamilySearch Full-Text Search feature by searching for Johnhj Underhill and New Hampshire. The Full-Text Search transcription missed, or misplaced, many words on the left-hand margin of the pages.

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

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, May 10, 2026

Best of the Genea-Blogs - Week of 3 to 9 May 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:

*  Genealogy Wish Grants 2026 Is Now Open: Your Chance to Make a Family History Wish Come True by Diane Henriks on Know Who Wears the Genes In Your Family.

*  Fold3 - Words & Context Matter by Jennifer Holik on Soul Traveler.

*  When we Last Left Lydia by Jacqi Stevens on A Family Tapestry.

*  Free Copy of AI For Genealogists!! by Natalie Webb on Family Tree Technology.

*  Wartime Letters Going to a New Home, Part 1 by Marian B. Wood on Climbing My Family Tree.

*  What Genealogists Are Saying About AI Transcription of Foreign-Language Documents by Nicole Elder Dyer on Family Locket.

*  A 7-Point Genealogy Document Checklist by DiAnn Iamarino Ohama on Fortify Your Family Tree.

*  Bringing Sarah’s Story to Life with AI and A Time in the Life of Sarah Ellen (Ralston) Hammond by Marcia Crawford Philbrick on Heartland Genealogy.

*  From Evidence to Chronicle: The Moment Research Becomes Writing by Denyse Allen on Chronicle Makers.

*  Questions That the Records Can't Answer by Cathy Naborowski on Connecting the Skeletons.

 Tell Me a Story: Using Heirlooms and Artifacts to Inspire Your Writing by Nancy Gilbride Casey on Leaves On the Tree.

*  A New Rule for Using AI in Genealogy and MyHeritage Family Infographics Explained and AI, Education, and Genealogy by James Tanner on Genealogy's Star.

*  How to Record an Oral History Interview Before It’s Too Late by Elizabeth Swanay O'Neal on Heart of the Family.

*  The Ten Deadly Sins of a Genealogist by Paul Chiddicks on Paul Chiddicks.

*  From the Swiss Alps to the American Prairies by Barbara Tien on ProjectKin.

Here are pick posts by other geneabloggers this week: 

*  The Chiddicks Observer Edition 53 [4 May 2026] by Paul Chiddicks on Paul Chiddicks.

*  Friday’s Family History Finds [8 May 2026] by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches on the Family Tree.
*  GenStack [9 May 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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Introducing MyHeritage's Tribute Reel: Turn a Loved One’s Photos Into a Heartfelt Video

 I received this information from Daniel Horowitz of MyHeritage today:

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I’m excited to introduce Tribute Reel, a new feature that transforms a loved one’s photos into a touching video that celebrates their life.

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but it captures just one moment. Tribute Reel lets you revisit a lifetime of memories and brings those moments together by animating the scene in each photo and weaving them together into a single video, complete with music and optional text.

Inspired by a video tribute created by Maya Geier from our Product team for her grandfather, Tribute Reel makes it easy to create meaningful videos for milestone celebrations or to honor and remember someone special.

Try Tribute Reel today to create heartfelt videos of your loved ones, share your videos with your audience, and encourage them to create their own. You can read more about Tribute Reel and view examples in the blog post.

I can’t wait to see your videos on social media!


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Of course, I had to try this out...here is the Tribute Reel for my mother, Betty Virginia (Carringer) Seaver (1919-2002). Here is the video on my YouTube channel:



You might also watch this video, and other videos, on the "Tribute Reel" page on the MyHeritage website. To do your own Tribute Reel, click on the "Photos" tab on your MyHeritage page.

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Betty and Fred's Story: Building a Life Together -- December 1943

Here is the latest chapter in the story of the married life and times of my parents, Fred and Betty (Carringer) Seaver, who married in July 1942. 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 early December 1943, two years into World War II, and Christmas is coming.


                                     (AI NotebookLM Infographic - Early December 1943)

1)  Based on the biographies and the earlier stories, I asked Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.6 to tell another story - what happened next (I offered some suggestions!)?  Here is the next story (edited for more detail and accuracy): 

Building a Life Together: Early December 1943

Part One: The Business of Christmas

The Christmas season arrived in Chula Vista with the particular quality it had taken on during wartime — a determination to be cheerful that was not false exactly, but that carried underneath it an awareness of everything that made cheer necessary. The shop windows on Third Avenue were decorated. There were wreaths on doors. Children still pressed their noses to toy store glass. But there were also the blue stars in windows — and the gold ones — and the men in uniform on every corner, and the women who watched the mail with a patience that was not really patience at all but something harder than that.

Fred Seaver had approximately three weeks to figure out Christmas, and he approached the problem with the same methodical seriousness he brought to material supply at the Rohr factory.

He went shopping on a Saturday morning in the first week of December, leaving Betty with Randy and telling her only that he had errands. This was not entirely a lie. He drove into San Diego proper, parked the car, and walked the downtown streets with his list and his purpose.

The dress was the first order of business. He stood outside Marston's Department Store for a full two minutes, working up his resolve, before going in. The saleswoman who approached him was a woman of about fifty with the professionally kind expression of someone who had helped many bewildered husbands in her career.

"My wife," Fred began. "I want to get her a dress. And maybe a coat."

"Of course," the woman said. "Tell me about her."

Fred told her about Betty — her coloring, her height, her build, the way she carried herself, the fact that they had a two-month-old at home and she hadn't had anything new to wear in some time and deserved something that made her feel like herself again. He said more than he'd intended to say, and the saleswoman listened to all of it.

"I know exactly what you need," she said.

The dress was a deep burgundy wool crepe with a modest neckline and a silhouette that was, the saleswoman explained, both fashionable and practical. Fred looked at it on the hanger and tried to picture Betty in it. He thought she would look beautiful.

"It's right," he said. "She'll look — yes. That's right."

The coat was forest green, well cut, with a simple elegance that Fred recognized as the kind Betty would prefer over anything fussy. He chose a handbag in dark brown leather that the saleswoman agreed would work with either piece.

He stood at the register looking at the total and thought: worth every penny. Every single one.

For additional gifts, he'd already ordered a bottle of her favorite perfume — Evening in Paris, the blue bottle she kept on the dresser and used sparingly because it had to last. He'd found a slim volume of poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay at a bookshop on Fifth, because Betty read poetry and he'd noticed that particular name underlined in a volume she kept on the nightstand. And he'd spent a quiet evening earlier in the week writing her a letter — not a love letter exactly, though it was that, but more specifically a letter accounting for the year they'd had, the things he wanted her to know he'd noticed and valued, the life they were building. He'd folded it and put it in an envelope and written For Betty, Christmas 1943 on the front in his careful hand.

Betty's shopping expedition happened on a Tuesday, when Phyllis Tazelaar and her baby Richard came to sit with Randy for the afternoon while Fred worked.

She went with her neighbor to downtown San Diego with a list and a clear objective: Fred needed a new suit. The one he wore to church and on holidays had developed a shine at the elbows that Fred either hadn't noticed or was too practical to mention, and Betty had been noting it for months with a private determination to address it at the first opportunity.

She found what she was looking for at Marston’s — a charcoal gray worsted wool, well-made, with a cut that she knew would suit Fred's build. The tailor took her measurements from the suit Fred already owned, which she'd brought along folded in a paper bag, and promised alterations by the twentieth.

"For Christmas?" the tailor said.

"For Christmas," Betty confirmed.

She added a silk tie in a deep navy — Fred would never buy himself a good tie, considering it extravagant, which was exactly why she was buying it — and a pair of cufflinks in silver, plain and handsome, the kind of thing he'd use for decades.

For something more personal: she'd been working since October on a project she hadn't told him about. She'd found a photograph taken last Christmas — Fred in his old suit, hat slightly tilted, looking directly at the camera with that almost-smile of his — and had it enlarged and properly framed in a simple dark wood frame. On the back she'd written, in her careful script: Frederick Walton Seaver, October 1943. The man I chose, and choose again. She would put it on his bureau where he'd see it every morning.

She also bought him a good leather wallet to replace the one he'd had since before the war, which was held together by more hope than stitching, and a book — a history of early San Diego that she found at the same bookshop Fred had visited, never knowing they'd been in the same aisle a week apart.

Part Two: Decking the House

It was Fred who found the tree. He came home on a weekday evening with a Douglas fir strapped to the roof of the car — not a large tree, the house on Twin Oaks was modest and the front room had its limits, but a good-shaped one, full and fragrant, the smell of it filling the house the moment Fred brought it through the door.

Betty looked up from where she was feeding Randy and said: "Oh, it's perfect."

They decorated it on a Saturday evening, Randy sleeping in his bassinet nearby, Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas” and “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” on the radio. The ornaments were a combination of what Betty had brought from the Carringer house — careful parcels of tissue paper unwrapped to reveal colored glass balls and a few hand-painted pieces that had been Emily's, and Emily's mother's before that — and a few things Fred and Betty had begun acquiring on their own.

Fred strung the lights first. This took longer than expected and involved a brief period of troubleshooting that he did not find particularly festive, but when the lights finally came on all at once, filling the room with their warm colored glow, he stood back and felt that it had been worth it.

"Look at that," he said.

Betty hung the ornaments, telling Fred the story of each one she knew — this one from Georgianna's tree, circa some year before Betty was born; this painted wooden one that Lyle’s mother had brought from Nebraska. Fred listened to each story and hung the ornaments he didn't have stories for with the understanding that they'd accumulate stories, given time.

They put the star on top together — Betty holding Randy, Fred reaching up.

"Randy's first Christmas tree," Betty said.

Randy appeared unimpressed. But he looked at the lights with the concentrated attention he gave to things that interested him, and Betty took that as approval.

The wreath for the front door was pine and holly with a red ribbon, purchased from a church sale and hung on a Saturday morning. Fred stepped back and looked at it and felt the particular satisfaction of a house that announces itself as a home.

Betty cut pine branches from a neighbor's overgrown shrub — with permission — and arranged them on the mantel with a pair of red candles and some holly she'd found at the market. She hung a small wreath of the same in the kitchen window. She found Christmas cards in a box and strung them on a ribbon across the mantel as they arrived in the mail — from the Steddoms, the Tazelaars, the Lyonses; from Fred's family back east; from Navy friends now scattered to various postings.

The house on Twin Oaks Avenue, in December 1943, looked like Christmas.

Part Three: Sunday at the Chamberlains

The Sunday before Christmas was clear and cool, the kind of San Diego December day that people from colder places could not quite believe was December. Fred had the day off, and they dressed Randy in the small Christmas outfit Betty had sewn — red flannel, absurdly festive — and drove to the Chamberlains.

Dorothy Chamberlain opened the door with the expression of a woman who had been looking forward to this visit all week.

"There he is," she said immediately, looking not at Fred or Betty but at Randy, who was bundled in Fred's arms regarding the doorway with his customary assessment. "Come in, come in, it's cold. Marshall!" she called back into the house. "They're here, and the baby is wearing the most wonderful little outfit —"

Marshall Chamberlain appeared from the direction of the kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder, which Betty found immediately endearing. Emily Taylor materialized from the hallway with the particular speed of a grandmother who has heard the word baby.

And then there was Marcia.

She came down the stairs two at a time — seventeen years old, dark-haired, bright-eyed — and stopped when she saw Randy, and the expression on her face was something between delight and absolute determination.

"May I hold him?" she said to Betty, before she'd said hello to anyone.

Betty laughed. "Hello, Marcia."

"Hello, hello," Marcia said, with the cheerful impatience of someone whose priority was clear. "May I hold him?"

"Of course you may."

Fred transferred Randy to Marcia with the practiced ease he'd developed over the past two months, and Marcia settled him in her arms with a confidence that surprised him slightly.

"I've been practicing," she said, catching his look. "Mrs. Carter on our street has a baby. I've been going over twice a week."

"She means she's been auditioning to hold Randy for a month," Dorothy said, with maternal amusement.

Marcia carried Randy into the front room and installed herself in the corner of the sofa, completely self-sufficient. Randy looked up at her with his evaluating stare. She looked back at him with the same intensity.

"He's doing the thing," Fred told Betty quietly.

"He does the thing with everyone," Betty said. "She'll pass."

Marcia did pass. Within ten minutes she had Randy laughing — not yet the full baby laugh that was still weeks away, but the precursor to it, the small surprised exhalation of someone encountering something new — by the simple technique of blowing gently on his cheek and then making an exaggerated face. Randy's arms moved with the involuntary excitement of a baby who has discovered something interesting.

"He likes that," Marcia reported to the room, as though filing a research finding.

"He does," Betty confirmed.

Marcia spent most of the afternoon with Randy — talking to him, showing him her face from different angles, lying him on a blanket on the floor and dangling a ribbon just within reach of his wandering fists. She took the responsibility seriously and discharged it with evident joy, and Betty watched her from across the room with a warmth she hadn't expected.

"She's wonderful with him," she said to Dorothy.

"She's been wanting to work with children for years," Dorothy said, with the quiet pride of a mother watching her child be themselves. "She talks about nursing, or teaching. Something that —" she paused. "Something that matters."

Dinner was roast chicken and all the accompaniments, served at four o'clock around the Chamberlains' dining room table. Marshall said grace — he was a man who meant his prayers, and it showed — and included the servicemen specifically, with a particular sincerity that made Fred look down at his plate for a moment.

After dinner, they exchanged gifts in the front room with the fire going. The Chamberlains had found a set of small wooden figures for Randy — a Noah's Ark set, painted bright colors, the animals in pairs. Marcia had made a small knit cap in cream-colored yarn with a little rolled brim.

"I taught myself," she said, watching Betty unwrap it with a trace of anxiety. "I hope it's the right size. I estimated."

Betty put it on Randy's head. It fit perfectly.

"Marcia," Betty said. "It's absolutely perfect."

Marcia let out a breath and beamed.

Fred and Betty had brought a fruitcake from a downtown bakery for the Aunt Emily, perfume for Dorothy, a leather-bound pocket diary for Marshall, a book on nursing care for Marcia — who received it with a seriousness that told them they'd chosen well.

Later, driving home in the dark with Randy asleep and the Chamberlains' house diminishing in the rearview mirror, Fred said: "Good people."

"The best kind," Betty said.

To be continued ...

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2) Here is the Google NotebookLM Video Overview about Betty, Fred and Randy's life in early December 1943:  


3)  This story is historical fiction based on real people -- my parents and me -- and a real event in a real place.  I don't know the full story of these events -- but this is how it might have been. I hope that it was at least this good! Claude is such a good story writer!  I added some details and corrected some errors in Claude's initial version.

Stay tuned for the next chapter in this family story.

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The AI-assisted ABC Biography of my mother, Betty Virginia (Carringer) Seaver, is in ABC Biography of #3 Betty Virginia (Carringer) Seaver (1919-2002) of San Diego, California. I also  wrote Betty's Story: The First-Year Art Teacher about the start of her teaching career.

The AI-assisted ABC Biography of my father, Frederick Walton Seaver, is in ABC Biography of #2 Frederick Walton Seaver Jr. (1911-1983) of Massachusetts and San Diego, California.  I also wrote Fred's Story: The Three-Day Cross-Country Escape  and Fred's Story: "I Need A Girl" about him coming to San Diego, and wanting a girlfriend.

Here are the previous chapters in this story:

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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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