Family tradition holds that Frederick Turner, my British Great-Grandfather Leonard’s only brother, was killed in action in India during World War I. Adding charm to the story that I heard frequently as a child was the idea that Leonard, distraught over his brother’s death and wishing to honor his memory, decided to drop his own given name and assume his dead brother’s, both in day to day living as well as on legal documents. Although my Grandfather and his sisters never knew their Uncle, they did know the story of his heroic death and grew up thinking of their father as “Frederick” L. Turner.
The notes from my earliest attempts at recording my British genealogy reflect this family lore, however as my own research began to reveal more of the details of the Turner brothers’ lives, the accuracy of the story came into question.
I knew from my grandfather’s (…more)
I know a lot of family history hobbyists use Family Tree Maker, but I have been using Rootsmagic for some time now,and its recent update to release 4 is incredibly well done and worth a look. Thanks for Gedcom, it’s easy to switch between software packages.
Some of my favorite aspects of Rootsmagic 4 are the narrative reports, and automated publishing capabilities; the extensive source library which is extremely closely linked to Mills’ guidelines for genealogical citation; and the ease of uploading data to web pages. There is also and active and excellent help forum available to offer tips, help, and advice on how to make use of the update’s many features. You might also like:DropboxI’m Giving OneNote a TryI’m taking a look at LibraryThing
For me, as I suspect for many, the tracing of my roots began simply,with a curiosity to know where I came from and a conversation with an older relative. I was 13. A few hastily scribbled notes based on family remembrance may or may not have proven to be accurate, but at least it was a start.
Although my English grandparents lived a continent away and I saw them only once every year or so, they seem to have found my interest in the past somewhat entertaining, and were always willing to share another story, or dig out an old photograph or two. Summer visits would invariably include a trek out to an old cemetary or, if I was really lucky, I could persuade Granddad to walk over to Delapre Abby and sit with me for an hour or two while I pored over old documents in the records office.
I took my (…more)