In 1848 Mott and Elizabeth Cady Stanton organized a women’s rights convention at Seneca Falls, New York. Stanton noted the Seneca Falls Convention was the first public women’s rights meeting in the United States. Stanton’s resolution that it was “the duty of the women of this country to secure to themselves the sacred right to the elective franchise” was passed despite Mott’s opposition. Mott viewed politics as corrupted by slavery and moral compromises, but she soon concluded that women’s “right to the elective franchise however, is the same, and should be yielded to her, whether she exercises that right or not.
When I retired I made a list of all the things that I was going to do now that I have the time. Ha. Turns out most of the items on the list were not as important as I thought they would be when I couldn’t find the time to do them. A few kept me busy for a couple of years and a couple for quite awhile but one of them essentially took over as a new career. That new infatuation was my family history. I had been interested in genealogy for quite awhile but, somehow, hadn’t had the time to really get it going while I was working. Now that I had the time my genealogy really took off.
It helped that a lot of the work that had to be done by any new researcher was gathering data and a lot of that was rapidly showing up on the internet. Sites such as Ancestry.com and others made that search for common records very doable. I was just familiar enough with computers that the new technology didn’t scare me off. If anything it made it more intriguing. I also had access to a great family history document that had been put together in the ’80s by a couple of my cousins which gave me a strong foundation on one side of my family right from the start. I spent a “lot” of time on this new adventure in the early years of my retirement.
Of course, like most genealogy addicts I suspect, I slowly made it through all of the easy stuff and even connected with some long lost relatives, visited a few hallowed family grounds and spent hours scanning all the photos I could find. Eventually, however, my hours of work yielded less and less results. I began to flounder and spent a lot of my time rearranging my old data into new, hopefully more comprehensible, piles. The correspondence slowed. The ideas dried up. The brick walls multiplied. Occasionally a burst of energy would yield a new shard of a story or an unexpected clue would pop up from the pile and lead me along a new path for awhile but the energy was clearly subsiding. I was definitely in need of a recharge.
Then, after 40 years in the same home, we made the utterly illogical choice to sell it and move into a townhome across town. We threw everything we could bare to away and lugged the rest to our new home. Believe me, that move took most of a year by the time we had cleaned up and sold our old house, hunted for and negotiated the sale of our new one, moved all those years of belongings across town and then put it all away. If not physically a year then psychologically. Needless to say I completely abandoned my genealogy for that year. Then when I finally dug out my data and set it all out it was like looking at someone else’s genealogy. I almost didn’t know where to re-start. Sometime soon I will share with you how I got my voyage re-launched along a new trajectory and , in the process, discovered a bunch of new hurdles that needed to be cleared.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) was an American essayist, lecturer, and poet, who led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society, and he disseminated his thoughts through dozens of published essays and more than 1,500 public lectures across the United States.
Over the course of the summer I have been enduring the incredible ups and downs of moving into a new home. I know, everybody moves once in awhile you say, what’s the big deal. It may help you get it if I tell you I had been living in my previous house for almost 40 years. A long time, in any case, but in terms of moving it was essentially forever. On top of the time factor was the fact that we were moving from a big suburban house on an acre to a town-home in a high density development.
It took us a month to get the house cleaned up enough to sell. In the process we threw away a lot of stuff, most of which we were surprised to find we even had. Then we had to move a lot of the stuff we didn’t want to throw away out of the house as part of the “staging” process now popular among the real estate crowd. After all of that, the house sold pretty much the day we put it on the market. We either did a wonderful job getting the house ready or it really didn’t matter at all. Who knows?
Then we spent a month finding another house, which involved an amazing dance of offers, counter-offers and Realtor skulduggery, and packing/sorting/clearing of our innumerable possessions collected over the decades that we lived in the old house. At the end of this crazy July we were able to close both the old house and the new within 1 week of each other. Luckily, the new owners of our old house were not in a hurry to move in. Or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, because we then managed to mess around for 3 weeks moving into the town-house. It was a nightmare of a multitude of trips back and forth with all of our little personal stuff followed by a massive commercial move of all of the furniture and prepacked stuff in one day. Then we took another week cleaning out the remnants of the move before we could officially say goodbye to the old house. Unbelievably stressful and fatiguing.
Finally, we were in our new home. New for us anyway. It was actually a used house but not very used. Anyway, I would like to welcome you to our cardboard castle. The town-home was actually quite large but, it turns out, not large enough for our accumulations. The main part of the house was pretty livable but all of the outer spaces were filled to the brim with cardboard and plastic containers of all shapes and sizes. We have been in the house for about 3 weeks now. Unpacking has slowed as our garage has filled with empty cardboard containers and countless black plastic sacks of refuse. But I think we are going to be able to enjoy it here. Whew.
Of course you know why I am writing about this event in my life. Right. I haven’t been doing much else besides moving this summer. You probably didn’t notice but I did. So if things work out I may be returning to the more enriching activities of my life, such as The TimePage and this blog, before long. Finally.
I have been running this blog for a few years now and I am sure my experiences have not been substantially different than anyone who tries to keep a website running on a rented web server without any serious web administration training or experience. Much of what happens in the background of this site is black magic to me and when something goes wrong, too often I am afraid, it is presumed to be my fault and no matter how hard I work to remedy it, I usually end up calling in to the web provider and begging for a hand. Once they have bailed me out, I vow to get on top of it a little more and then almost immediately assume everything will be fine.
Which brings me to my latest bag of worms. There are a bunch of people out there that are spending all of their waking hours, with bots probably all of their hours, trying to get into everyone’s websites. If you have a common format, such as wordpress, these electronic banditos concentrate their efforts on you because, statistically, there are more of you that might screw up and leave the door open. If you are one whose door is closed, even locked and bolted…twice, you may not get invaded but you still will have these idiots beating at your door. Often with the aid of thousands of commandeered computers that don’t even know they are helping. As a result the web provider might have to raise the drawbridge to shut down access to your site. Frustrating to say the least and maddening along with it.
This has been effecting me for awhile now and I haven’t yet come up with a solution that I like. If you are registered with the site and find yourself locked out periodically please don’t give up. It is usually temporary and hopefully will go away before long. I am working on a couple of things and will continue to do so but it all boils down to my basic lack of experience in these matters. In the meantime you should be able to get into the site OK, just won’t be able to log in as a registered user. The only good that might come of this is to let me see if the comment spam goes down at all.