The Twenty-Year Time Capsule

Time capsuleTwo weekends ago I drove up to my old summer camp to take part in opening a time capsule that twenty years prior the whole camp had gathered to fill.  At the time it felt surreal — 2012 seemed impossibly far away.  “I don’t think I’ll ever reach the day when I read this,” I wrote myself, but two decades later my letter, damp and moldy, was back in my hands.

Both my past and present selves feared that reading my childhood hopes-n-dreams would be emotional (“You’re probably crying now because I am almost crying as I’m writing this!!!”), but surprisingly, my strongest response came from fellow campers who had a much less personal idea about what they wanted the time capsule to capture.  Many listed generic information about camp recorded elsewhere, like names of girls in their bunk, lyrics of songs, Color War themes, and love for traditions and friends.  Others deposited camp and cultural artifacts, the ubiquitous clutter of our childhood.  The camp-related items, lists and memorabilia alike, recalled activities I spent years enjoying or avoiding.  Comic books, toys, and magazines recreated the long-gone world we had grown up in.  Every day the world changes imperceptibly, even major shifts we somehow take in stride, so it was disorienting to be faced with the net result of twenty years of change I rarely noticed happening.  I had not expected the world of my youth to feel so strange!

Time capsule ephemera

We had to explain the dot-matrix printed banner at the top of the picture to recent campers, the oldest of whom were born in the late ’90s.

Perhaps the effect was compounded by the presence of recent camp alumni, all born after the time capsule was sealed.  My peers lament how much childhood has been sullied by technology, but the younger alumni’s glimpse of the world just before the Internet made them pity us in return.  And yet, the twenty year-old record of songs and friends and traditions I had thought so pointless to include was what collapsed the divide between the older and younger alumni.  We recognized that there was an unbroken thread between our camp years and theirs.  We cherished the same experiences in two very different times.  Our lives suddenly felt familiar to each other.

This time capsule covers a small slice of time compared to the centuries we try to leap in genealogy.  Rarely do we read records that so self-consciously address the future, but we’re similarly trying to intuit what they’ve captured about the way things were and to connect with people recalled only by small details.  It’s easy to get so diverted by dramatic changes in technology, culture, and worldview that we forget that human experience is much the same as it always was (which the richness of literature handles better than the spareness of records).  When we set aside the fundamental foreignness of the past and separate changing times from continuous humanity, we’ll recover a lot more of value.

The 1940 Census and My Great-Grandma… Jillie?

Jillie?!Here is my grandfather with his parents in the 1940 census.  What do you think his mother’s name is?

Ancestry says it is Jillie, but I know it is Tillie, my namesake.  Amusing, right?  In fact, Ancestry is so sure of its reading that it listed two Jillies on this one page alone!

As is now well-known, Ancestry relied upon vendors in China, Bangladesh, and the Philippines to index the 1940 census in just four months, finishing Friday (vs. 9.5 months for 1930).  Unfortunately, not only are the indexers not native speakers of American English, the majority aren’t even native readers of the Roman alphabet.  Comparisons of Ancestry’s outsourced index with the slower FamilySearch volunteer effort conclude exactly what you would expect — 23% vs. 12% inaccuracy on Carringer, Seaver, and McKnew in California; 12% vs. 2% on Alonzo in Utah.

Palmer example

The foreign indexers were trained via handwriting samples with mixed success.  The Palmer-style script most 1940 census-takers used shows that capital J’s and T’s look quite different (unless you confuse script with block letters, which this census-taker clearly was not using).  Better training might have caught this error.

Beba?!

Beba is a real name–so sayeth Ancestry!

But no amount of training can fix the underlying problem:  a lack of cultural awareness.  Lifelong Americans know that Tillie is an old-fashioned name, and Jillie at best a rare, modern nickname.  This aggregation of name data proves the name Tillie was extremely popular in my ggm’s day (she was born c. 1890).  Jillie, on the other hand, never appears, Jill doesn’t come into use until the 1920s, and Jillian the 1960s.

Even had the indexers cross-referenced such data, they would still fail on unusual and foreign names.  There’s just no substitute for a lifetime of passively absorbing a culture’s naming conventions.  Even FamilySearch’s American indexers do a poor job indexing the New York City records of my Eastern European ancestors, because cultural familiarization happens on a much smaller scale than country or language. Names that are obvious to me frequently confound their amazingly generous volunteers.

So, the problem isn’t as simple as outsourcing vs. on-shoring.   The bigger issue:  in neither case — Ancestry or FamilySearch — does the makeup of the indexers match the ethnic diversity of the people whose names they’re deciphering.  Ancestry wanted low cost/fast turn-around, and FamilySearch the speediest volunteer recruitment, but in both cases they were short-sighted:  a shoddy index doesn’t convert casual visitors, since bad search results discourage newbies and frustrate experts. My cousin abandoned her free trial after Ancestry didn’t return our great-grandmother, Fannie Yorker (found under Marker — enumeration district address searching is tedious!).  And I never use FamilySearch because time and again I get misses where I get hits elsewhere.

Until our indexing methodologies are more culturally aware, we aren’t going to raise our success metrics across the board.  The increasingly diverse community of genealogists needs its indexing organizations to brainstorm substitutes for our own instinctual familiarity with our communities’ naming trends.

My DNA Saved a Life

Cheek swabThe second time I swabbed my cheek for a genetic test, FamilyTreeDNA.com found a number of possible relatives for me. But the first time, the Gift of Life bone marrow registry connected me to a ten year old boy with leukemia who needed my stem cells to live.  The day I donated was a year ago Saturday.

In the genealogy community we talk a lot about DNA testing because it helps connect the dots where traditional research cannot. We can prove a connection between ourselves and possible relatives (like yesterday’s big news story about Obama’s slave ancestry), or we can leap back in time to the otherwise unknowable countries our ancestors originally came from (like how Henry Louis Gates took Chris Rock and Blair Underwood back to the African countries testing said they’re from).  But no matter what miraculous connections DNA testing makes for me (and one day, I will succeed in getting that one guy to compare his results with my father’s to solidify our connection to a line traced back to 16th century Constantinople!), the most miraculous of all will always begin with the morning I received a phone call out of the blue that I was a little boy’s miracle match.

People assume that donating bone marrow requires a painful operation on your hip bone, but that’s mostly not true anymore.  80% of donors are connected to a blood filtration machine for 4-6 hours to collect stem cells instead.  That’s it — easy, painless, and no recovery time!  Fewer than twenty-four hours after I finished donating, I got a phone call to tell me that my cells were already in the little boy’s body.  Twice over the past year I’ve been updated about how well he recovered.  Now he’s back to the normal routine of any boy.  I’m not sure I’ve ever done anything more significant in my life than helping him.

The two worlds of genetic testing do cross. A fellow donor told me an amazing story about his recipient, a Hispanic man in New Mexico. When this donor and recipient met after the recipient got well, the donor expressed surprise that the recipient was not also Jewish like him, since they clearly shared similar DNA. Months later the recipient told the donor that he had discovered from his grandmother that his family, in fact, were crypto-Jews who had fled the Inquisition, but maintained Jewish customs in secret.  The recipient learned something surprising about his family’s history, but more importantly, thanks to his life-saving donor he could look ahead to many of years of learning his family’s amazing journey and absorbing its meaning for himself.

If you haven’t already, please join a bone marrow registry.  Maybe you, too, are someone’s miracle match!  You’ve used your DNA to take your family backwards in time; now use it to allow someone else’s family to continue into the future.

Gift of Life Bone Marrow Foundation
Register now as a donor!

Update:  I learned in November 2012 that the little boy who received my stem cells did not survive.  The donation was his best chance at survival.  At least he had that chance.

Your Lifetime Genealogy Goals: Breadth or Depth?

I spent last week at IAJGS, where I had an eye-opening discussion with friends about our life-time genealogy goals.  I had always assumed that everyone, like me, wanted to take every branch of our families as far back as we could go, answering every question possible and solving every mystery.  But that turned out not to have been the case!

One genealogy friend focuses her work entirely on one branch of her family, particularly on two sisters.  Another friend, after succeeding in reuniting the parts of his family divided by WWII and the Iron Curtain, shifted his interest from traditional genealogy to the town that family came from.  And coincidentally, on the day I returned home James Tanner of Genealogy’s Star wrote about the same issue!  His goals include incorporating tens of thousands of documents, negatives, and digital images into his tree.  So:  here are three active genealogists with three very different approaches.  What can I learn from them?

Lately I’ve despaired that I’ve been staring at the same brick walls for a year with very little to show for my efforts (here’s one exception).  Is my problem that I haven’t focused on one area hard enough?  The first friend, who focuses on two sisters, learned details of their lives I thought it impossible to recover.  If I likewise limit myself, could I have the same success?

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When I started out, I divided family by my great-grandparents, since that’s roughly the generation that immigrated, and aimed to:

  1. Trace each line back to a specific town in the Old Country (6 of 8 branches done)
  2. Find evidence from the Old Country to document their presence (3 of 8)
  3. Locate and visit all of the American graves of my direct immigrant ancestors (almost there, unless more people immigrated than I know)

But a ton of burning questions accompany these high-level goals, such as:

  1. What was the original last name of my Davis forebears?
  2. What happened to my maternal grandfather’s namesake?
  3. How are my Hungarian Hubsches related to this more illustrious line of Hungarian Hubsches?
  4. Is there any truth to my father’s claim that his great-grandparents were doctors to the czar?

The range of these questions require tracing every part of my family.  So, I tend to work round-robin style, focusing myself on a particular set of research tasks for a period of time.  If that bears fruit, I’ll keep pursuing each new lead, but if it doesn’t, I’m more likely to turn to a different part of the family than to try something new for the part I had just been working on.  So yes, I’m scattered.  Too scattered?

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In short, dear readers, I’m curious to know what your lifetime genealogy goals are.  What are your burning questions?  How broad or narrow are your aims?  I’m looking for inspiration to focus my work in the coming months, since with Treelines in heavy development, I have much less research time than ever before.  I look forward to reading your responses in the comments section!

Who Replaced My Book?

It is the most important revolution in how we read in history:  the traditional form factor of books is dramatically altered after centuries.  Readers must alter how they read–not only how they physically manipulate these new books, but also how they remember a book’s content in their minds and discuss it with friends.  During the time period when the old format gradually supplants the new, there are lots of complainers who feel that the new way debases the reading experience as well as the content itself.  “I just don’t read that way!” they protest.

Do you think I’m talking about the rise of e-books?

I’m not — I’m talking about the replacement of scrolls with codexes (books) starting in the first century!

We genealogists know better than most how much history repeats itself, but it’s amazing to think that almost two millennia ago, people struggled to make the switch from one-sided, one-page scrolls to two-sided, many-page books just as we struggle to move from paper to screen.  We know why e-books are winning:  superior technology.  Codexes replaced scrolls for the same reason.  The breakdown into pages meant for the first time the reader could easily flip back and forth to different sections and reference passages in a clear way.  These advances enabled the early Christians to study and share scripture; it was they who popularized codexes.

Scroll/codex comparison

Illustration by Joon Mo Kang via

Unfortunately, the e-book format reverses some of this progress.  On an e-reader, as in a scroll, it’s very difficult to read non-linearly.  This reason is partly why I am one of the hold-outs still without an e-reader.  I have rituals for how I mark my place, identify my favorite passages, and sometimes let myself skip ahead (bad!).  Instead of buying art, I line my walls with shelves of books, and when one catches my eye, I pull it down to skim my favorite parts.  How does any of this happen with an e-reader?

E-readers clearly win for making books more accessible, affordable, and portable.  But do they advance the actual experience of reading as codexes did?  Search engines and hyperlinks are useful, but surely I’m not just a curmudgeon when I say that the inability to flip through pages is more than the loss of my life-long habits, but a set-back for how we consume and absorb content?

In the first century Pliny wrote, “our civilization…[depends] very largely on the employment of paper,” upon which “the immortality of human beings depends.”  Though short-sighted about paper, he hits a kernel of truth in the transmission of knowledge.  Four centuries later Cassiodorus says it better.  A papyrus scroll “keeps a faithful witness of human deeds; it speaks of the past, and is the enemy of oblivion…There discourse is stored in safety, to be heard for ever with consistency.”  This is the principle that matters most:  a witness that transcends time. So long as we maintain that — whether via ink or pixels — we’ll progress.  The Greeks only read linearly, and look how they advanced human knowledge!

This is Why Your Society Isn’t Attracting Younger Members

Last summer I attended a talk by nationally-acclaimed genealogist D. Joshua Taylor advising genealogy societies how to recruit the younger generation.  He opened my eyes to the differences between my generation’s genealogy goals and the mainstream’s:  we value the stories of people’s lives over individual facts and prefer to share our findings in digital, multimedia formats, not traditional charts. (His assessment subsequently inspired Treelines’ emphasis on narrative over data. 🙂 )

This talk came to mind recently when my friend Elliott, a fellow next-generation genealogist, shared with me the culmination of his latest research — a touching blog entry written in the voice of his great-great-grandfather as he tells his life story, reflects on Elliott’s efforts in uncovering it, and philosophizes about the changes in his family four generations later.*  With accompanying family photographs it proved a beautifully effective, if non-traditional approach to get across what Elliott saw as the lessons of his gggf’s life and the vagaries of historical research.

Elliott sought feedback on his efforts from the geographically-proximate society.  Here is the condescending email he received in return:

The website is very nice, but as I believe I wrote to you months ago, a family tree or at least a list of surnames and locations would be more helpful to genealogists seeking connections.

Did you hire a professional to go into the archives in [country] to obtain documents to prove relationships? It doesn’t appear you have taken full advantage of [Society]’s projects to translate records and make them available to contributors.

[Name]
President, [Society]

It’s true, Taylor explained, that the younger generation takes a less rigorous approach to research, hence the society leader’s assumption that because Elliott mostly did not cite his sources, he must be a novice (though the essay obviously reflected significant research, some of which I watched him do at our local Family History Center.)  So how did she handle this opportunity to educate?

  • She instructed him that the superior way to share a family history is to organize research into traditional formats.
  • She suggested that laypeople can’t do adequate research on their own.
  • She insulted his thoroughness without actually offering any concrete direction on how to take advantage of [Society]’s resources, or investigating if [Society] even has any relevant information, perhaps because:
  • He’ll have to pay money to her organization to find out.

In short, she heaped scorn upon Elliott for her own failure to recognize the merits of his creative approach and presented a mix of helpful and doctrinaire recommendations as antithetically as possible to his outlook.  Taylor recommended a subtler approach: use the next generation’s focus on personal discovery to encourage methodology as a route to even greater discovery.

Woe betide her society that it so little understands where its audience is headed and how to cultivate it.  Its future depends on understanding, not criticizing why the next generation is channeling their family history interests into creative presentations like Elliott’s.

* I am not linking to Elliott’s blog to avoid identifying the society.

Houston, We Have a Logo!

Earlier this week we quietly unveiled our logo, which you can see at the top of this page.  We’re so excited by how well it captures the feeling of our brand and even ties closely to how the forthcoming site will look and function.  Please be patient, though — it will be a little while before we’re ready to reveal all!

Behind the scenes, the first iteration of the storytelling tool that will be at the heart of Treelines is complete, and over the next few months we will be previewing it for a select group of genealogy friends and colleagues.  We’re looking forward to hearing a ton of feedback so we can make the public version we’ll share with you later this year as amazing as it can possibly be!

While it’s gratifying to see months of hard work come together, the best part of this journey so far has been speaking with so many of you about your family histories.  The father who wants his girls to understand how they are descended from both Francis Scott Key and the senator who proposed that the Star-Spangled Banner become our national anthem.  The married couple who discovered they are distant cousins, connected through numerous Mayflower passengers, Revolutionary War officers, and even Salem witches!  The Vietnamese immigrant who shared with me a couple of binders tracing her family back to the 13th century.  The new friend whose great-grandmother killed her husband because she thought “life would be like a song” with her lover.  The old friend whose great-uncle was separated from his family when he immigrated and ended up alone in Uruguay.  And many, many more.  All of these stores inspire us as we work to make Treelines the best possible tool for capturing and sharing these priceless family stories.

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The God Particle and Me

Yesterday morning while we Americans were waking up to a national holiday, our European friends kicked off a world-wide celebration when they announced promising evidence that the Higgs boson, a.k.a. the “God particle,” exists.  (Please don’t tune out just because I’ve mentioned physics; this post won’t teach you a thing, I promise.  But if you’re curious, this video is awesome.)  Of all the articles and analyses I read, The Economist‘s amazing timeline, “Worth the wait: A timeline of the Standard Model of particle physics,” most impressed me with the huge scale of this achievement 131 years in the making!

Standard model timelineA hundred and thirty one years…  Look at the timeline:  where was your family when the electron was predicted, kicking off this amazing journey?  For me the year 1881 stands out for the assassination of Czar Alexander II, which unleashed a wave of pogroms that affected two-thirds of my forebears.  At that time all my family — the one branch that had already immigrated to the U.S.  — and all the rest still in Eastern Europe — were just trying to survive and likely had no time for or knowledge of such scientific developments.  It would be decades until they did.  My father, born when only four particles were known and three discovered, may have been the first.

Meanwhile, progress in particle physics, as you can see from the timeline, was initially slow until the 60s.  You know all those jokes, “When I was a kid, Pluto was a planet?”  My father likes to point out that even when he started work as a physicist, no one had any idea quarks were out there.   There wasn’t even a Standard Model, just a “particle zoo” no one could sort out.  But by the time my sister and I came along and my father started teaching us particle physics on the play chalkboard in the basement, the Standard Model had taken its modern form, with the vast majority of it having been discovered.  (Classroom pedagogy, however, hadn’t caught up:  when I told my sixth grade science class that protons and neutrons weren’t fundamental particles, it didn’t end well.  And don’t ask about the time I told my 9th grade physics class there was no such thing as gravity…)

My father raised me equally on family history and physics theories.  He taught me enough of our background to appreciate our family’s struggle to realize the American Dream, and were it not for him, I could not recognize that it was others who made it possible for me to have idled the day away yesterday reading all about the meaning of the Higgs data without fear of starvation or persecution.  What an amazing journey — my family’s and the world’s.  Genealogical discoveries don’t heal family rifts, and particle physics breakthroughs don’t mend our broken world, but they both pull us out of the mire of our day-to-day to marvel at the improbability of our being here at all.

The Wayward Cows of Yore

What better way to celebrate the Fourth of July than a jaunt through early Americana!  When my dear friend Robert Riger searched New England Historic Genealogy Society‘s collection of Early American Newspapers, 1690-1876 for ancestors, he instead found their lost cows!  With his permission, here are my favorite clippings from his entertaining trove of historical lost-and-found:

We start exactly as you would expect.  Here is a plea for the return of a lost cow to Robert’s first cousin five times removed:

Second missing cow

Fortunately, it appears that bovine finders were not keepers — at least not amongst Robert’s ancestors.  Here Robert’s second cousin six times removed reports that he found someone else’s lost cow:

Third missing cow

And here Robert’s second cousin seven times removed also tries to be helpful:

First missing cowRobert’s ancestors relied upon the newspapers for information about many other kinds of lost items, too, even dead fish:

Missing fish

Let you get the wrong impression about what sort of man would obsess over missing fish, it was likely this Captain Blunt, Robert’s five time great-grandfather, who navigated Washington’s ship across the icy Delaware.

Washington Crossing the Delaware

Eleven years later, one of these guys would have his dried fish stolen.

Turning to a more serious loss, here is Robert’s fourth great-grandfather, who also played a leadership role in the Revolutionary War, reporting:

First Captain Thompson article

It was not the only time Captain Thompson used the papers for help in dealing with his men:

Second Captain Thompson article

Five months later, Raleigh set sail to fight the British.  The following plea for gossip marked Captain Thompson’s return to New England eight months later:

Plea for gossip

Maybe he knows who let the cows out?

Captain Thompson

Not a coward!

The wording amused me when I first read it, until I realized Thompson likely had news of vital importance to a new nation struggling for independence.  As it turns out, he did: a ship accompanying Captain Thompson’s had been captured by the British.  He was rightly reluctant to share this delicate information, for once it became known, he was relieved of his command, accused of cowardice and dereliction of duty.

Whatever additional information was then known, it was not until the 8/11/1927 edition of The Portsmouth Herald that the full story appears in print.  It seems Raleigh and the captured ship had just “loaded with military stores” in France, and on their way home they encountered the English.  The other ship was in the better position to have caught up to Raleigh before engaging, but it did not.  “Captain Thompson seeing that it was then three ships against one, and being loaded with military stores that were very important for the American army, decided not to give battle to the ships.”

Despite the disgrace at the time, Robert’s collection of newspaper articles tracing the remainder of Captain Thompson’s life depict a leading, well-respected citizen, who did not lose any cows or dried fish.  Here is his death notice:

Captain Thompson death notice

The Other Obama Genealogy

With election season in high gear, publishers are releasing book after book about the Obamas.  In genealogy circles, the one getting the most coverage is Rachel Swarns’ American Tapestry: The Story of the Black, White and Multicultural Ancestors of Michelle Obama, because Megan Smolenyak pointed out the book’s “considerable holes” and over-reliance on “family lore and flimsy evidence.”  But there is another new Obama book venturing into genealogical territory, Barack Obama: The Story.  It has gotten much attention for the embarrassing letters David Maraniss excerpts to show how a young Obama’s romantic and intellectual pursuits shaped him.  But as Jill Lepore argues in a recent New Yorker review, the book’s more provoking questions are about to what degree genealogy made the man.

That Obama’s Kansan mother and Kenyan father should have met at all at the University of Hawaii requires Maraniss to trace both lines to get at the roots of the Dunhams’ wanderlust and the Obamas’ Westernization. “The genealogy of any family involves countless what-if moments,” Maraniss writes.  “That is how history works, the history of families as well as the history of nations and movements.  Along with with the rational processes of biology and geography, of politics and economics, there come seemingly random connections that spin out profound and unintended consequences.”  But, as Lepore points out, are Maraniss’ intentions to make biographical or genealogical connections?

Weird stuff happens.  What does it mean? . . . In biography, order is to be found in the journey of life; in genealogy, in lines of descent.  In biography, the boy is father of the man.  In genealogy, the boy is a leaf on a branch on his family tree . . . [his] origins are inescapable . . . Inheritance is destiny.

In the first case Obama actively works to reconcile his unique identity, arriving at the proud conviction that “in no other country on Earth is my story even possible.”  In the other, with no regard for the man’s agency in how to receive his legacy, “ideological pseudo-historians” (Maraniss) use the genealogical line Obama knew the least to argue that his values are un-American and we’re “being governed according to the dreams of a Luo tribesman of the 1950s” (Dinesh D’Souza).

Let’s take a step back from the incendiary issues of Obama’s real or purported political goals to acknowledge which connections we make in our own lives.  Did you forge your own identity, or was it handed to you?  I believe that we do genealogy because of the joy in discovering exactly what were the random connections that spun out the most profound consequence of all — us!  But in our day-to-day lives, it’s our mental biographies, re-written in the aftermath of each new experience, that record our evolving sense of self.

To me the biography vs. genealogy argument underlying Maraniss’ book deserves more consideration than whether American Tapestry was a correct and complete genealogical study.  The latter discussion may make us better genealogists, but the former will make us more thoughtful people.