I’ve determined I have deep-seated hunter-gatherer genetic roots. This isn’t something I found out through DNA testing. It’s more common sense. It must be why I have compulsion to save everything. But this year as I tackle my spring cleaning I’m going to break with my gatherer ways and get rid of some of the clutter. Technology magazines more than a year old are going in the recycle bin since they’re obsolete by now anyway. The manuals for software I no longer use are history as well. I’m even going through my bookshelves and thinning out the books that I really don’t need–although this can be a painful process for a bibliophile like me! I’ll take comfort in the fact that they’ll be donated to my library or to charity and it will clear space for the ones I use regularly (and make space for new ones).
Despite my new resolve, when it comes to my family history research, I am determined cling to those old gatherer ways. I don’t mean that “she with the most people in her GEDCOM wins.†I’m not one to grab a branch off someone’s tree and graft it on to mine. I want to make sure they’re really my relatives. If I’m only looking at a name, date, and location, they could be imposters trying to weasel their way in.
I like to get to know people before they get added to my tree. For me, adding names and dates only is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle upside down, with the brown cardboard side up. It lacks interest. As I gather the pieces of my family history, I want to see the picture that is forming. So in this manner, I will remain a gatherer and in many ways this is a good thing.
Getting to Know Strangers
I like to think of myself as an equal-opportunity family historian. I not only research my own family lines, I often find myself gathering the records of strangers. This is particularly true of lines where I’m working with common surnames and families with incredibly unimaginative given names.
Three generations of James Kelly–Hello! Not that James isn’t a fine name but you couldn’t sneak in a Seamus or something to shake things up a bit? Then they plop themselves smack-dab in the most populous city in the U.S.–a city that would soon be full of other James Kellys who were fleeing Ireland during the potato famine. This has the makings of a genealogist’s nightmare.
To separate mine from the rest, I had to get to know a lot of James Kellys. There was James the Alderman, James the baker, James the distiller/liquor dealer, James the grate manufacturer, etc. I spent several trips to the Family History Library pulling James Kellys in Manhattan city directories, year after year, tracking them by occupation and by address and eventually compiled a spreadsheet of them with more than 250 listings for James Kellys. With the spreadsheet I was able to sort by addresses and/or occupation and I was able to follow up with census records on Ancestry at home. When I could match a directory entry to a census entry, I was able to see the whole family and add spouses and children to their profile. Sorting through this was enabled me to see patterns and it helped greatly with picking my James Kellys from the rest of the pack. Continue reading