Nos parents pi nos grandparents pi nos arrières grandparents n’étais pas toute des sainte ni-touches, tu sais. Y en avais qui sacrais gros comme l’bras pi des fois que ça prennais pas grand chôses pour les décollers, non plus. En français standard, cosse que nous autres on appel sacré, eux autres y appel ça jurer. […]
“Mooseleuk” is the name of both a lake and a mountain. Did you know that early Presque Isle also had a men’s group known as the Mooseleuk Club?
My friends, just picture this: champagne-colored hats decorated with red roses, pink carnations, sunflowers and golden taffeta ribbons. Fascinators boasting downy-soft feathers and tiny, dancing beads of green, gold, red, blue and additional hues that are too unique to name.
Every hobby has a language of its own and genealogy is no different. Those of us who have been doing genealogy for years forget that newbies or non-genealogists may not understand what we mean when we talk or write about genealogy. I suspect I’ve been guilty of this myself.
As many area residents know, the city of Presque Isle was once the location of the Presque Isle Army Air Field which later became Presque Isle Air Force Base. Much of the land of the base then became the Industrial Park and what is now the Presque Isle International Airport. In fact, the airport terminal […]
If you’re not planning on writing a book about your ancestors, is it still necessary to note your sources? The short answer is a resounding yes! I’ve written about this before, but it’s important. If you’re a newbie to genealogy you may neglect noting where you found information, assuming you’ll never need to or that […]
When someone mentions a cemetery to you, what do you think of? And if they asked you to go walk around in one with them, what would you do?
Opportunity and optimism have started to sprout. One nice thing about living in a four-seasons county is that the attitude transcends the mud and muck of snowmelt. The Star City and its neighborhoods see those first sprouts poke through.
The morning was that milky gray, with random droplets of rain falling clumsily to the earth like heavy particles of mislaid and forgotten glitter. I put my wipers on intermittently, automatically lowering or raising my head in conjunction with the landing of the raindrop.
“A place for everything and everything in its place” is an adage you may have heard. It’s good advice for everyone, including genealogists.
