Saturday, September 20, 2025

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun - Pick an Ancestor: What Story Lines Do You Want To Explore?

  Calling all Genea-Musings Fans: 

 It's Saturday Night again - 

Time for some more Genealogy Fun!!


Your mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission Impossible! music) is to:

1)  Pick one of your ancestors that you want to know more about.  Based on your knowledge of their life, what story lines do you want to explore?

2)  Tell us about your ancestor and the story lines of interest to you in a blog post of your own, in a comment to this blog post, or in a Facebook comment.

Here's mine, based on the genealogical sketch of my maternal grandfather Lyle Lawrence Carringer (1891-1976):

  •   Why did he start work at age 14 and not start high school until age 17?
  •  How did Lyle and Emily meet?  
  •  Why did he join the U.S. Marine Reserves in 1917?
  •  Did he build the 2130 Fern Street house himself, with his father, or hire someone to build it?
  • Who designed and built the lathhouse, glasshouse, ponds, and grill in the back yard?
  • What was the allure of stamp collecting?
  • How did he and Emily find the Point Loma property and build the house there?
  • As an accountant and auditor in his job at Marston's Department Store, what exactly did he do on a daily, monthly, and yearly basis?
I actually know very little about my grandfather's life other than my scattered memories, the records, the photographs, and the home movies I have related to him.  Unfortunately, I wasn't astute enough to think of these questions until after he passed away.  

He was a slight man (only 5'8" as an adult man), thin and trim (probably 140-150 pounds as an adult man). He loved trying and adopting new things, was an excellent photographer and videographer in the 1930s and 1940s, loved to attend local car races, aircraft displays and flights, expositions and civic events.  He seemed to know how to do household and garden tasks, probably because his father was a carpenter and his wife was a gardener.  

He was just "Gramp" to me when I was young - a nice older man who took an interest in me, encouraged my school work, and my activities.  He saw my first Christmas, first birthday, first walk, and my first potty success.  He gave me a stamp book, and stamps to paste into it, but he never showed me his collection.  When I was a child, he took me to Balboa Park, the San Diego Zoo, to see Santa Claus at Christmas time, to go fishing on Shelter Island in San Diego Bay. He seemed to know everything. He always seemed happy, and I never saw him angry or sad.  He was a wonderful grandfather, and my role model as a man.

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