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Urbanity— A Predilection for Exposition HomeUrbanityTravel North America South America Europe Australia Musings Portfolio Non-Fiction Short FictionWell-nighA Predilection for Exposition HomeUrbanityTravel North America South America Europe Australia Musings Portfolio Non-Fiction Short FictionWell-nighAncestry Where do you come from?  My AncestryDNA test ethnicity estimate results  This is the question that started me off. I was first asked when I was in middle school, and I tabbed my Grandparents to find answers to a school project. I remember vaguely my grandmother arguing the difference between New England and southeastern Canadian immigrants who made their way to California, where she and her husband were both born. I wasn't very interested in the discussion at the time- I knew my mom's father was 100% Norwegian, and that seemed to be unbearable for school. My mom's grandfather had immigrated from Italy. I had had a unconfined grandfather who was a boxer tabbed the "Mormon Whirlwind" which was a source of laughter rather than historical interest. My dad's family were Irish and had come over during the potato famine- this profoundly tickled me as a child considering I have unchangingly hated potatoes. This gave me an excuse- a hereditary distaste for the supplies which crush my family out of Ireland. It was this connection which ended up stuff the key to my desire to learn increasingly well-nigh all of my ancestors. I was visiting Dublin when I stopped by the tall ship Jeanie Johnston and took a tour to learn increasingly well-nigh the famine ships and their passengers. It was very interesting and distressing, but I remained at a loftiness to it until the end, when the tour guide offered to connect us to our ancestors. "If you know the name of your ancestor, or the year and location they landed, we can requite you increasingly information well-nigh the ship which carried them, and from where in Ireland they traveled." It intrigued me immensely. I knew in a afar way that I'd had siblings travel to America considering of the famine. The idea that I could find them, that I could see the place where they'd lived in their home country, that I could learn increasingly well-nigh their lives surpassing and without their journey, was fascinating. I realized that although I'd been telling people for years "I'm from England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Norway and Italy" I didn't really know anything well-nigh my siblings who had traveled from these places. I didn't know anything well-nigh my protectorate except what my parents (and transiently my grandparents) had mentioned. It didn't seem essential to my person- I was a mutt, as many Americans are. It was part of my identity only insofar as I had this mix of urbanity and I was proud of that. But why?  My paternal great-great-grandmother, Elsie Amelia Baker (Martin) circa 1870s I started collecting information. I joined FamilySearch and other genealogy websites in January of 2015, all of which needed a name or a stage or a place, none of which I knew. I asked my parents, who didn't have much increasingly data on their grandparents than I did. Luckily, my maternal grandfather had recently put together a booklet containing information on all four of my maternal great-grandparents. I had a place to start, but it wasn't what I was looking for- my Irish siblings were on my Dad's side of the family, and I had been intrigued by Ireland. I started asking my aunts and uncles for any information they might have. For months I made progress only on one side of the family- then in the summer, a USB momentum got mailed to me. It contained all the important files and photos from the small box in my cousin's house with material regarding my dad's ancestors. It was a breakthrough, in some ways. I was enchanted, looking through every paper, trying to determine who was in the photographs and who they were to me. I tried to decipher the shape and progress of my ancestor's lives based solely on the papers which had been deemed important unbearable to alimony by three or four successive generations. I began expanding my tree on Ancestry.com, using their neat full-length where you can import data from other people's trees- I didn't realize how many faults and errors I might be taking in unknowingly. Soon my tree contained hundreds of people with very few references I had unquestionably checked. I didn't know anything well-nigh starting a genealogical research project- I just wanted to know where I came from, and I went for it. I searched each workshop of my family tree until I reached an prototype who had been born in flipside country. Then I moved on to the next grandparent, and tried to find out from which countries my siblings had immigrated.  My maternal great-great-great grandparents, in Italy circa 1860s What I found was incredible. Scottish kings and Mayflower passengers joined Norwegian saints and Mormon boxers among the ranks of my antecedents. How could anyone not be intrigued by two unconfined grandmothers born two years untied in the same town in Minnesota whose grandchildren had met a hundred years later in southern California without knowing their own history? Who could not be excited by the fact that their siblings had had illegitimate children at age 16 well-nigh whom their descendants had no knowledge? My father was particularly enchanted with the discovery that in the 1700s his siblings had lived in the same town in Connecticut where he and his wife had moved in their twenties. He'd had no idea that he was moving to a town which had, 300 years before, been occupied by his own family members, validness his last name. I discovered that my parents and grandparents had known a lot increasingly than they mentioned. Every time I brought up an obscure family member I'd been proud to make a connection with, my mother or father would say "Oh yeah, I think my parents mentioned that when I was a kid." or "Oh right, didn't you know that well-nigh your unconfined uncle?" and my mouth would waif unshut and my vision would narrow and I would reply "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" They had forgotten, or wouldn't have been worldly-wise to requite me the name or stage I wanted, or unsupportable I knew, or didn't think I would be interested. I had wilt interested in everything. Every little detail of my family's lives for four hundred years interested me now.  Joseph Letourneau and Elizabeth Jane Wasley, wedding photo, 1 Jul 1889                                 Maternal great-great grandparents  The Learning curve Since those intrepid days of early exploration, I've learned a lot. I am increasingly shielding in my research now, verifying sources, checking dates and census records and names. I've visited numerous town halls, looked at faded ink on old parchment, thoughtfully preserved between plastic sheets in visionless backrooms. I've looked in genealogy libraries in New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Texas. I've unromantic to join the Society of Mayflower Descendants with a grueling using process which reverted the way I looked at my genealogical research. You can read increasingly well-nigh that process here: Joining the Mayflower Society. I've had ten of my family members spit into tubes so I can examine their results from AncestryDNA. I've joined the New England Historic Genealogical Society (NEHGS), Utah Genealogical Society (UGS) and the National Genealogical Society (NGS). I've discovered so much well-nigh my own siblings and their stories, and there is so much left to learn. But my interest in the subject now extends vastitude my personal family line, and I am doing what I can to learn how to do this all the time.  Anna Gorman, George Chester and their children, circa 1895. Paternal unconfined grandmother Gertrude is one of the twins.    Genealogy gets under your skin, I think. It intrigues you with stories of people whose lives have gone by, who no one may know well-nigh or superintendency existed until you come withal and are delighted to see their name in a two hundred year old census record. Until you are ecstatic to discover that they were 5'4" tall with brown hair and hazel eyes. Until you swoop as tightly into the corners of their life as you can reach- trying to find any piece of information you can well-nigh what they did, how they spent their days, what impelled them to take such wondrous journeys wideness the world, wideness the country, into war or yonder from it. I've visited some of the grave sites of my ancestors. I stepped wideness the driveway which now intersects the land where they once lived. I've touched documents they've written, photographs they've taken, and plane stared under glass at artifacts they once owned. It touches me, somehow, in a way I don't expect nor understand, to stare a grave from 1822 which bears the name of a man I'm so far removed from having met- a man who died so long ago that not plane my unconfined grandparents knew him- and yet, I finger unfluctuating to him. It is an odd feeling, but one I would not requite up for a lack of it. I was fortunate unbearable to shepherd the Salt Lake Institute of Genealogy (SLIG) at the end of January. I spent a week learning well-nigh tracing immigrant ancestors, programs to remoter my education in genealogy, and how to wilt a professional, accredited and certified. I met many wonderful people, and I am happily anticipating remoter work with genealogists. It was incredibly rewarding to be worldly-wise to talk well-nigh genealogy, and my experiences in that field with people who were just as eager to share their experiences and describe their own genealogical desires and adventures. It was wonderful to be worldly-wise to visit the Family History Library, and I visualize making much use of it in the future! I have relocated myself to Salt Lake City, in upper vaticination of my proximity to the heart of genealogical research in the United States.  My maternal unconfined grandparents and their clan of kids. Duluth, MN, circa 1925Planeduring that week, I began remoter studies into professional genealogy. I was a little overwhelmed at first by the vast variety of resources misogynist to help new genealogists learn well-nigh the field. Those are by no ways the limit of the resources misogynist either. I wrote well-nigh these in a blog post: Learning well-nigh Genealogy. So now I've taken classes, both at SLIG and online, I've uninventive books, and I've made some friends who can help me out with my genealogical work. I'm learning how to do research reports, how to properly format citations, and I'm taking classes in genetic genealogy, a magnificent zone of specialization I widely covered in this blog post: Genetic Genealogy. I'm doing everything I can to prepare myself for the work I am excited to delve into. RootsTech, a huge genealogy priming which takes place in Salt Lake City every year, was tremendous fun. I was very excited to be worldly-wise to attend, having just moved out to Salt Lake! The sessions were very interesting, but the Expo Hall veritably overwhelmed me. I have a little follow up to do, mostly in getting extended family members to take all the DNA tests I bought and reading all the books I purchased! You can read increasingly well-nigh my first RootsTech wits here. What comes Next?  My paternal three times unconfined grandparents and their offspring I'm currently working forUrbanityProGenealogists as an Associate Genealogist specializing in Unknown Parentage. I have been working forUrbanitysince February 2017. The opportunity to do Genealogy for a living is not a worldwide one, and I am a part of one of the biggest companies which offers genealogical services to the public.  I have completed Genealogy courses by the National Genealogical Society and received a document from Boston University.  I have attended I4GG in 2017, SLIG in 2017 and 2018, and will be peekaboo then in 2019, taking Tom Jones' last session in Advanced Genealogical Methods. I am currently working on an using for recognition of my Italian citizenship through my mother's line, as well as an using to the Daughters of the American Revolution through PatriotPrototypeAzariah Bliss. Any other updates will towards here!  Top PO Box 1, Salt Lake City, UT 84110 Email me at: amy.catherine.martin@gmail.com "A Predilection for Exposition" is compiled, written and maintained by Amy Martin. See increasingly Powered by Squarespace.