Showing posts with label Allison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Allison. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Wordless (Nearly) Wednesday - Ready for Halloween Party


 Wordless (Nearly) Wednesday

Ready for Halloween Party

At Governor's Mansion in Iowa -1973


With Halloween coming on in ten days, let's look back to 1973. Our family was all duded up for the Halloween Party at Governor Ray's Mansion in Des Moines, Iowa. Nancy made the costumes for our three daughters, Annette, Allison, and Arrion. I was the Lone Ranger, and Nancy was my faithful sidekick, a female Tonto...just prettier! ;-)

I was wearing a mask, but doubt it would be good enough, today - and, I don't think the handguns, even cap guns, would be welcome in 2020.


Families are Forever! ;-)







Saturday, December 3, 2016

My Hometown - When Daughters Ask - Part 3 of 3


My Hometown
When Daughters Ask
Part 3 of 3

Silver Dollar City, Thanksgiving 2016
Allison King, Annette Lamb, Arrion Rathsack


As my wife, Nancy, our daughter, Annette, and I discussed the ‘eighth-grade yearbook’ that featured Nancy’s mother, Ruth, as a seventh-grader, and my father, Pete, as an eighth grader (the only one, actually), our discussion also involved the younger brothers and sisters of each as we looked at the photos and pages about the other classes in the one-room country school. This brought up another important aspect of talking about your family history with your grown children.

Each child will have different memories about relationships with older members of the extended family as well as different cousins, perhaps. Annette pointed out, for example, that she had memories of interacting with aunts and uncles in our hometown that her younger sisters didn’t. We only visited the hometown a few times a year, perhaps monthly, in her early years, of course, but by the time the two younger sisters were old enough to remember, we had moved out of state and hometown visits were no more than once or twice a year, if at all in any given year. Conversely, on those later years trips, Annette was out on her own, not with us, so the younger sisters knew many cousins that Annette never really got to know well.

So, my point here is to remember that each child will have different interests, and disinterests, based on their own experiences with various portions of the extended family - in addition to there natural interests in one aspect or another of family history study… at the point in there life when they become interested at all… if they even do. As for our girls, I’ve already mentioned Annette’s interests. The youngest, Arrion, and her husband, travel to Europe regularly, so she has become interested in the ‘way back’ parts of our family history. In contrast, Allison, the middle one, is really the most connected to the living relatives, keeps in touch with many of them, and likes to visit them, when possible. Different strokes for different folks, so to speak.

I would enjoy hearing your comments about how your next generation has reacted to and become involved with your family history studies and research.


Families are Forever! ;-)

Monday, March 24, 2014

Items of Interest: 50 and 75 Years Ago, in our Hometown


Items of Interest: 
50 and 75 Years Ago, in our Hometown
 
[For our Daughters and Grandchildren]


From The Coon Rapids (Iowa) Enterprise, 2014-03-20 p. 5:

50 Years Ago
March 12, 1964



Lt. and Mrs. William L. Smith of St. George, Utah, are the parents of a second daughter, Alison Ruth Smith, born March 6.
Her sister, Annette, is 3 years old. Grandparents are Mr. and Mrs. Leverne Smith and Mr. and Mrs. Glen Bolger, all of Coon Rapids
Great-grandparents are Mr. and Mrs. Paul Kinnick of Bayard and Mrs. Hazel Bolger of Coon Rapids.


75 Years Ago
March 17, 1939



School election here on Monday was a very quiet affair with only 66 ballots cast. No opposition was presented to the reelection of the present incumbents, P.H. Kinnick
and C.W. Thomas.



75 Years Ago
March 17, 1939



Mrs. Mary Weaver, 79, a longtime resident of this community,
died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Freyda Thomas, Friday
night. Funeral services were conducted at the Thomas home Sunday
afternoon by the Rev. W.F. Clayburg of Carroll. Burial was
in the local cemetery. Pall bearers were Wilbur Thomas, Wesley
Thomas, Glen Bolger, H.S. Keister and Clifford and Sam Weaver of
Spirit Lake. Harriet Ellen Yager was born in Ablington, Jefferson
County on July 2, 1859 and passed away at the home of her daughter
in Coon Rapids, March 10, 1939 at the age of 79 years, 8 months and
8 days. At the age of 10 years she moved with her parents to Jasper
County, and later they moved to Audubon County. She was united
in marriage to Samuel L. Weaver in 1880. To this union were born
four children, all who survive. They are Sherman C. Weaver of
Porterville, CA, Curtis E. Weaver of Spirit Lake, Minnie E. Overly
of Wenstchee, WA, and Freyda E. Thomas of Coon Rapids. While
still a young woman she joined the Methodist Church and has
been a faithful member throughout her life. In addition to her children
she is survived by two sisters, Mrs. Mary Hatfield of Spirit
Lake, and Mrs. J.H. Grady of Harris, and one brother, Mr. C.A. Yager
of Coon Rapids; also 18 grandchildren, six great-grandchildren,
many other relatives and a host of friends.


Families are Forever! ;-)

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - Near time of High School Graduation?


Wordless (nearly) Wednesday
Near  time of High School Graduation?






Found this old Poloroid photo - Annette, and I believe Allison is behind her, probably Spring of 1977. Found among paper that suggest it my be High School Graduation time.

There are two cars in the driveway of the house in Urbandale. Any memories or thoughts as you see this?

Don't have a lot of Poloroid photos - always interesting to see them when they show up. Perhaps I should collect them all in one space. Any suggestions? How do you handle Poloroid photos? Hardly ever have anything written on them...  ;-(

Families are Forever! ;-)

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - Our three girls


Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - 

Our three girls


I opened an envelope, and there they were... I was almost - speakless (wordless??)...

Annette Christine Smith

Allison Ruth Smith

Arrion Sue Smith

Families are Forever! ;-)

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - First Day of School - 1966


Wordless (nearly) Wednesday
First Day of School
1966





Today on Facebook, many are posting photos of their children on "first day of school." I was reminded on this one: Our oldest daughter, Annette, on first day of First Grade, in Louisville, KY.
They didn't have public kindergarten then, she 'graduated' from a private kindergarten. Her sister, Allison, seems to be feeling left out... but I'm sure she wished Annette a great first day, anyway. 

By the way, she did get on a bus to go to school, here in the suburbs... a photo for another time, perhaps.

Families are Forever!  ;-)

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - At the Mayflower - 45 years ago


Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - At the Mayflower - 45 years ago






We started our family history and genealogy study a long time ago. Here, 45 years ago, our first two daughters are standing with the Mayflower in the background, at Plymouth... never too early to get to work on our social history!

Families are forever!  ;-)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - Easter 45 Years Ago


Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - Easter 45 Years Ago


As I've noted earlier, I'm working my way through scanning our family slides, systematically, for 1976 or so back in time to 1952... today was Easter, 45 years ago, with our first two daughters!
[This was in Schenectady, New York, when I was working for General Electric.]


 Above, they got some Easter candy in their baskets. Below, they are dressed up in their finest for Church - even white gloves! Oh, my!  ;-)


Families are Forever!  ;-)
For sure! ;-)

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Wordless (Nearly) Wednesday - Smith Family Gathering Summer 1970


Wordless (Nearly) Wednesday
Smith Family Gathering Summer 1970


I've been systematically scanning every slide I took in the 1970s - late to early, now into the summer and fall of 1970. These three are from a visit to my parental Smith farm home, "on the Porch" - for a gathering of members of my Dad's family. It is rare when I cannot identify everyone, but I do need some help on these. I can guess (because there are only so many cousins to choose from), but I'd appreciate help from my faithful readers, in the comments, please.

My three daughers are in blue, with necklace and light pink and yellow (on the right, below). I wonder if a couple are from CA, since their grandparents are below.


Are the boys the Pierce boys? Wrong ages, I think? Don't think their parents or sister are here, which has me confused.


Back two rows, from the left, Bill (me), Max, Mike, Orrin, Arrion, Eileen, Nancy, Jim, Pauline, Gwen, Merl, Tom, Pete, Paul.

And, I really cannot tell 'who is missing' to be taking the photos, on my camera, since I am in the one immediately above. Thanks for any assistance.


Families are Forever!  ;-)

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - Leo and Ida's 75th Wedding Anniversary


Wordless (nearly) Wednesday

Leo and Ida's 75th Wedding Anniversary

October 17, 2012


Daughter, Kathy (Kathleen), just sent out the above, on Oct 2 (earlier, today, as I write this)
I had the following two photos picked out to share, earlier, from 25 years ago, on their 50th!
Here they are, in Tucson, from left, Kathy, Karen, Ida Marie, Leo, Karla and Kelton. Neat!


Here is our daughter, Allison, the same day, playing with Karla's two daughter, Kari and Andrea (the three of them all now live in the Chicago area). Leo and Ida are in Pella, near Kathy.



Families are forever!  ;-)
Note: Simultaneous posting here and at The Kinnick Project

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Sharing Memories on Sunday - Stuelke Enterprises, West Branch


Sharing Memories on Sunday - Stuelke Enterprises, West Branch


We arrived in West Branch in October 1968. As I mentioned on Thursday, we immediately set about building a house with the idea that we would be in West Branch for a long time. Well, such optimism is great, but it doesn't always come true.

With the 'green-eye-shade' firmly in place, metaphorically, I did get the company books in good shape over the coming months. The results of these efforts plus changes in the regulatory environment led to very unexpected changes in the near future.

Many facets of the company finances looked very good. Management was good, based on what was known going into this entrepreneurial set of activities. However, as Medicare and Medicaid regulations came into focus, it became obvious certain of Dr. Stuelke's business plan assumptions had turned out to be incorrect, and were not sustainable. The best example, as I recall a couple of details, was Physical Therapy. With two nursing homes, he had hired an outstanding physical therapist who also added excellent management skills to his team… full-time, 40 hours a week of billable time. The new regulations, however, turned out to only allow 8 hours reimbursement per week per nursing home (again, as I recall it now). That meant he was paying for three days of high-level medical care costs weekly that would not have an applicable revenue stream. The were other, similar situations, as well.

The meaning of this, and other related revelations, was that he either would need to add more nursing homes - or, sell out to a bigger operation that was capable of spreading their costs over a wider base. He was not in a position to buy even one more nursing home.

In the meantime, of course, our second chance at a third daughter had arrived. Arrion was born in September 1969 in the hospital near Kinnick Stadium in Iowa City. We have lots of photos of her arrival home, including visits by grandparents, aunts and uncles. This is the one, a few months later, that I was able to put my hands on, today.



 [Arrion, Annette, and Allison - aren't they sweet!]

Dr. Stuekle was able to find a buyer for his nursing homes. Of course, they had their own business manager and accounting department. Our time in West Branch came to an end in about a year.

Peat, Marwick, Mitchell & Co., the CPA firm from GE, and here in West Branch, was opening a new Management Consulting firm 'alongside' their accounting services in the Des Moines office. I accepted a position as one of their first four consultants there. It seemed a perfect match (heard that before?!). [Richard Nixon had seemed a 'perfect match' for the Presidency recently, as well.]

We moved to Des Moines, actually suburban Urbandale, on Halloween. The older girls were a bit upset, we missed Halloween in West Branch, and, we missed it in Urbandale. Off to great start. On the flip side… we did stay in Urbandale from October 1969 until July 1983!  ;-)


Families are Forever!  ;-)

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Those Places Thursday - Schenectady, New York home


Those Places Thursday - Schenectady, New York home


As mentioned in Shared Memories, last Sunday, our next stop was Schenectady, New York, at the time the headquarters of the GE Traveling Auditors of which I was becoming a part.


We were fortunate to find a nice split-level home that served us well through the coming, often difficult, year. Annette has many memories of walking to school and playing with friends in the neighborhood. Allison wanted to go everywhere, too, but we needed to be careful - she was still very young. I spent a lot of time on the road, of course. And, did I mention, Nancy was very pregnant… More on Sunday, in our next Sharing Memories.

Just remember how to find this one of my Mom, Eileen, in front of the house, Mar 1969:


The girls shared a big bed room over the garage!


Families are Forever!  ;-)

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sharing Memories on Sunday - GE and Louisville


Sharing Memories on Sunday - GE and Louisville


Picking up from the last Those Places Thursday, I will try to share some general memories of my experience in the new job at GE in Louisville. They generally all in three categories: 1) actual GE work experience, 2) continuing my education outside of work, and 3) home and family life.

As I mentioned to Allison and Annette (when she was here last weekend), this is the point in my life where 'real life' began, and with it, many things in my memory 'clump' together. It becomes very difficult to connect specific memories with particular times. For this reason, among others, I just pulled out a copy of a resume I wrote while in the Iowa Governor's Office a few years later, to write down some dates for reference: GE Louisville - Aug 64 to Aug 67; GE Traveling Auditor - Aug 67 to Sep 68; Business Manager, SE - Oct 68 to Oct 69; Management Consultant, PMM - Nov 69 to May 70.

As I mentioned at the end of last Sunday's post, work was a real challenge, but I loved it. Whereas my work in the Air Force was mostly becoming accustomed to the organizational issues, my work at GE was certainly that but also a lot more in terms of learning content as I carried out my assignments. I wrote in the resume referred to earlier: "Rotational work assignments in all areas of finance in Consolidated Accounting Operations of Appliance Park. Financial Analyst for Relations and Utilities Operations." I know I was also involved in the Financial Management Program (FMP - which had been BTC) program activities as well during this three years. The group of us in the program would have meetings, speakers from around the country, and some sort of ongoing evaluations - but I honestly do not remember these, at all. I do know we were being trained to be a pool of talent from which to choose those who were on a fast track to top management. That was, and is, the GE Way! One of the guys in this group (and I honestly don't think there was a single female - and it didn't seem strange, at the time) was the son-in-law of the Chairman of the Board of GE, at the time. A little weird, but, I seemed to do every bit as well as he did, so I didn't let it bother me.

I did seem 'compelled,' it seems, to continue my outside education. Looking back, it is a bit surprising, but I think it was that I had doubts in the back of my mind of where this whole GE job thing was going and whether it was really what I wanted to be doing, once I figured out what it was - and who I was, I suppose.

Therefore, I enrolled in the MBA (Master of Business Administration) program at the University of Louisville, which offered an evening set of courses. Over the three years I was there (in Louisville), I completed 12 credit hours of work, 3 at a time, of which I was able to transfer 6 when I later restarted in the MBA Program at Drake University, in Des Moines.

Since this series of memories relates mostly to my work-related stuff, I'll not try to cover the 'more important' home and family stuff here. We have hundreds and hundreds of photos, of course, that are shared, from time to time, and still need to be organized better. We had wonderful visits from family, Bolger's, Smith's, Al, Jim, many more, as well as visits back to Iowa. Allison's first three or so years, including the infamous 'pulling the hot hamburger skillet off the stove' that resulted in some burns on her face. Annette went to private Kindergarten (see graduation photo, below) and then to public school, including 2 shifts to 'make better use of the buildings.' We have photos of her getting on the bus. We were very active in the fine United Methodist Church down the road a ways, singing in choir and all kids activities - real nice minister and his family.

I happened on the following, which I will choose as a representative photo…


One more thing... The gentleman that coordinated the FMP, a Mr. McGinty, who 'shared our evaluation results' with us... only seemed to ever have one criticism of me, to me face: I wasn't very good at 'small talk.' Well, duh, I wanted to say, I had work to do. I was ambitious. I did all I was told to do. I don't have time for 'small talk.'

Finally, one day, the 'word' came down from 'on high' - from up the chain of command - I had been chosen to received the coveted offer of a spot on the Corporate Audit Staff - the Holy Grail of GE assignments. Only 120 slots among 300,000-some employees of the company at that time. I said 'Yes!' And, we were off to Schenectady, New York. It was August, 1967.

Families are Forever!  ;-)

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Sharing Memories - Summer 1964



Sharing Memories - Summer 1964



 On Wednesday and Thursday of this week I started sharing memories and photos of the Summer of 1964. It was a time of transition for us as Allison had just joined us and I faced a new work challenge following my three years in the U.S. Air Force.

As I began to mention on Thursday, an additional challenge was that my military commitment was not yet completed, either. I had a six year reserve commitment beyond my active duty commitment. With the war in Vietnam heating up, there was some concern and some trepidation as we moved forward. The first action on this front when we got to Louisville was: Was there a reserve unit in the area with an opening for my occupational code and rank? As it turned out, there was not. There was nothing more I could do, it turned out, except to concentrate on work and family and wait.



Photo taken from USS Maddox during the incident,
showing three North Vietnamese
motor torpedo boats.

One other issue  - and perhaps it became more important later on… with the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, following the Gulf of Tonkin incident, nearly every office and airman in my unit was extended a year; most spent at least one tour in Vietnam. What a difference that would have meant in our lives if it had applied to us! ;-)





With General Electric Company (GE) at Appliance Park in Louisville, KY, I began as a recruit in the Business Training Course (BTC). My research had indicated many of the top people in the company had come through this program/course. I was correct on that front, but was surprised on two other fronts. Within a few months, GE changed the name of the BTC (which had been around for many years) to the Financial Management Program (FMP). Second, the expectation was a sound knowledge of accounting and financial practice and theory - neither of which I had. Interesting, huh? I had completed the basic accounting correspondence courses in the Air Force, but nothing more. Kind of like going to Ground Electronic School with no background in electronics. Well, I was successful there; maybe it would work, here, again. What a challenge!


Families are Forever!  ;-)

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Those Places Thursday - In Transit - Summer 1964


Those Places Thursday - In Transit - Summer 1964


When I finished my Air Force active duty tour in July 1964, we moved from St. George, Utah, to Louisville, Kentucky, with some "time-off" In Transit in Iowa.

Leaving St. George, we drove "cross-country" including across Highway 24 through what we now know as Wayne County and through the Capital Reef National Monument ( it didn't become a Park until a few years later). In May of 2011, we revisited that drive. [Annette and Larry now have their home just a few miles to the west! ] You will see three photos taken in 1964, when we first visited, along with the photos in the same locations, in 2011. FUN!

We then continued east, through Colorado, of course, Here is a photo taken in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, where we stopped along the way to have lunch. You can see Annette out 'stretching her legs' - we were lucky she didn't run off down through the trees. ;-)



Yesterday [Wordless (nearly) Wednesday] I posted a couple of photos from our stay in Iowa, before heading for Louisville.


We didn't think about it as significant at the time, but during that trip, things were really 'heating up' over in Vietnam. By August 10, about the time we were getting to Louisville, Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution; generally considered the official beginning of "The Vietnam War."


The story continues on Sunday…

Families are Forever!  ;_)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sharing Memories - St. George, UT (63-64)


Sharing Memories - St. George, UT (63-64)


For Those Places Thursday this week I posted a photo of our house in St. George, Utah, where we moved in the Fall of 1963 while in the U.S. Air Force. We were there a little less than a year, but it seems much more important then that short time period, because of the events of the period.

Until I began writing this, I had forgotten that the Kennedy assassination occurred at this time (Nov 1963). I remember hearing it on the radio in the orderly room, at my desk, but I had not recalled whether we were in Winslow or St. George. It had to have been St. George.

The following photo of Annette is one I had been remembering, because it not only showed her, but also our new car, the blue Chevelle, but the mesa in the background especially well. It also looks west down the street toward our good friends, the Bowler family. They had a daughter about Annette's age that she played with a lot. The dad was the local ward Morman church Bishop. He worked for the electric company, as I recall. The dad next door, between our house and Bowlers, made dentures, in a lab in his back yard. They had two young boys. Funny what you remember.



The singular big event of this period, however, was, of course, the arrival of Allison in Mar 1964, just about 48 years ago (in a couple of weeks). (Nancy did all the work, of course...) Here we are a couple of months after that.


That will do for today. Thanks for joining us on this journey. More to come, of course.


Families are Forever!  ;-)

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Those Places Thursday - St. George, Utah (Fall 1963)


Those Places Thursday - St. George, Utah (Fall 1963)




In the fall of 1963 we moved from Winslow, Arizona, to St. George Utah. This move took us from south and east of the Grand Canyon to north and west of the Grand Canyon! The whole detachment, all the radars, all the trailers they were housed in, all moved from the mesa west of Winslow to another mesa on the west edge of St. George. Actually, in the photo, above, looking north and a little west, you can see the north end of the mesa to the far left. The St. George airport is also on the mesa; the detachment was to the south end of the mesa.

It appears this photo was taken at Christmas time; I can see the wreath and other decorations. We lived here until Summer 1964. Allison was born in March. Life marches on.  ;-)


Families are forever!  ;-)

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Sharing Memories - RBS Express (62-63)


Sharing Memories - RBS Express (62-63)


On the last Those Places Thursday I shared so photos of my three temporary duty assignments (TDY) to the RBS Express in Nevada, Montana and Kansas. It started with the sun rising over the RBS Express parked in Hysham, Nevada.


This photo is especially meaningful because these experiences are the only time in my life, I think, that I ever worked a steady 'night shift' for any length of time. I was on from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m., as I recall, for weeks at a time. It is a different work environment - and I am thankful for the experience. When I later studied Service Encounters as my specialty within Services Management in my doctoral program, being able to recall the 'feelings' of being a worker during those hours really helped me to be able to have a least some feel for a retail worker at a 24 hour business, such as a convenience store. Or, a heath care worker in a hospital, for another examples. It really is a 'different world,' I remember going into the dining car, just coming off my working shift, eating breakfast, then, in a hour or so, going to bed for my 'night of sleep' - getting up in the early to mid-afternoon. The rest of the day and into the evening was free time… back to work at 10 p.m.

Somehow, on some of those afternoons, I became acquainted with a local mail carrier and some local ranchers. I do not recall the exact circumstances, but, I enjoyed riding around the mountainous regions near the train. I'm sure this was on the Montana TDY. There are some vivid images in my memory, but no connecting details. Fascinating.

Even MANY years later, just thinking about that 'night shift' work brings back 'physical' responses in my body. The memories did when I was in my doctoral studies, they do now. Strange how that happens. As a reader, do you have memories of working in the middle of the night in any of your work? Similar, or different memories and responses?



I want to include one more story here, unrelated, except in my mind, they go together. Our oldest daughter, Annette, would have been three in Aug of 1963, just before we moved from Winslow to St. George, Utah. The memory (and this is my story, so I'll tell it my way, regardless of the "truth'' aspect of anything I may say) I have is of Annette, 3, up on a picnic bench at a Winslow-based airman party, doing "The Twist." Chubby Checker first hit #1 with "The Twist" with a single in 1960. As the related dance, "The Twist" took hold, his musical version hit number 1 again, in 1962.


The final memory of this 'set' will be that Nancy was pregnant with Allison as we pulled up stakes in Winslow and moved the family, and the 'Air Force Detachment base,' to St. George, Utah, in the fall of 1963… the story for next week.


Families are Forever!  ;-)



Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wordless (nearly) Wednesday - 3 of 4 generations

This is a photo of three of our four generations in Jul 1978 - the 4th (missing) generation is taking the photo, my wife, Nancy. Great-grandma Dorothy (SORENSEN) KINNICK is seated in the chair, center. On the left is my mother, Eileen (KINNICK) SMITH. The younger generation girls are our two younger daughters, Allison SMITH, center, and Arrion SMITH, in the dance costume. She danced a routine for her grandmother and great-grandmother.


Families are Forever! ;-)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Initial Post

This initial post to this blog will consist of two written pieces dated 10 Jul 1995. The first is an introduction for our three daughters (my wife, Nancy, and I just celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary last month) to a series of stories (actually 8 were finished - to be published here as subsequent posts) about our family history and how we had gone about our search. The second is the "transmittal lettter" content. We are now aware of many changes and new information. That will be added in later ancestor story posts - these writings are as shared in 1995.

Farmers of the Prairie; the people, the times, the places
A story of one family; created from many families

by

William Leverne Smith and Nancy Ruth Bolger Smith


Introduction

We started the quest in search of the true story behind the "family story" we had always heard about Nancy's Great-Grandfather Norman D. Wilson and his wife, Mary Ellen Offill, coming across the prairie in a covered wagon with the oldest three of their five daughters. Nancy is a granddaughter of their youngest daughter. We envisioned our own version of "Little House on the Prairie."
To an extent, the dream has been confirmed. However, the stories we have found, and are still finding, of the history of our families are much more exciting, much more widespread, and really much more interesting than a simple trek of a hundred miles or so in a covered wagon. Yes, the final leg of the journey was about a hundred miles in a wagon to bring the household goods and children to the farm on the prairie; but Norman had been both visiting and working the farm for perhaps ten years before the actual move. And, while he was breaking sod on the prairie, the train went by a few miles to the north and a few miles to the south. He was an authentic pioneer, in many respects, but, his father, his grandfather and his great-grandfather, we have found, were each pioneers also, in earlier times and earlier places. As were many others of our ancestors not so many generations ago. They lived in times and places which had only been vague references in the history books until we probed and probed and probed to discover the lifes they must have actually lived in what now seems to have been really exciting times and places.
We want to share with you now some of those times and places we have discovered along with the people, people who are a part of us and our heritage, people who have become alive for us through the act of discovery. We have found a much deeper and personal sense of the history of our nation in this process of discovery also. In addition, we have found that these people were really no different from us. We each simply face life as it comes to us and deal with it, day by day, hour by hour, year by year. While facing major changes in our national character and striving to make a living for our families, our children are being born and seeking their own lives. Some of them die, they are killed in accident and war, and most grow up to do things we would never have imagined in our younger years. Along the way, we have been courageous and cowardly, rich and poor, brilliant and stupid, brave and afraid.
We write this for ourselves and our three daughters. That is enough. If others find any of our stories interesting, we hope they inspire you to seek your own stories, because they are exciting also. But much of the excitement is in the search. Begin today.

The Wilson line was a good place to start because a lot of good people before us had done a lot of work in recording and preserving records down through the years: From England to Connecticut shortly after the Mayflower landed at Plymouth, to upstate New York, to Illinois just after the Black Hawk wars, fighting in the Civil War, moving to Prairie City, Iowa and then to the Far View Farm in Carroll County, Iowa, between Coon Rapids and Glidden. The Wilsons, particularly in Illinois, were also active in the Underground Railroad. The Offills moved from Virginia to Kentucky, fleeing to Iowa as the Civil War threatened to engulf them. Meanwhile, during the early l800's, the Dolans and the Bolgers were migrating from Ireland, via Ohio, to the Cedar River valley in eastern Iowa, settling in central and western Cedar County. Our new discoveries in these families were very satisfying. We look forward to more "ah-ha's!"
Nancy's maternal side consists of the Thomas line from Wales, via Illinois, the Lynk line via Illinois, the Weavers via Ohio and the Yagers from Pennsylvania and Ohio. Do we see a pattern developing? Quite a bit was already known about the latter three lines, so we have done less discover work there and more simply becoming familiar with the details by visiting libraries, county offices and cemetaries in many towns and states. In the process, however, information was discovered in other lines. You never know where you will find the next clue. And then, a new bit of information makes other previously recorded notes more meaningful, and the cycle starts all over again.
Much of Bill's side of the family is shorter in terms of years in the United States, it turns out. Grandmother Dorothy Sorenson Kinnick, for instance, was born in Aalborg, Denmark, and came to the United States, to Stuart, Iowa, in 1904. Great-Grandfather Smith was born in France in 1829 as John Michael Schmitt (which became Schmidt, then Smith). His wife, the mother of Grandfather Smith, was born in Sweden in 1848. Grandmother Ellen Smith was a Preston (origins still being checked), but we do know that her maternal Grandfather was an Ohio banker. Finally, the Kinnick line was presented in a 1953 genealogy based in Indiana. It has been presented through the family as suggesting the thesis that all U.S. Kinnicks come from one family first identified in Maryland in 1775. Those in Indiana arrived there via North Carolina, the family having moved there from Maryland. Except, it appears one son, Joseph, moved across the border into Pennsylvania from Maryland rather than going to North Carolina. It is speculated in the book, no more than that, that our branch descended from that Joseph. The records (we are missing probably one generation, it appears) then pick up in Buda, Illinois, where the family of Walter Watson Kinnick (the older) appears on the 1850 census. The census shows he was born in Maryland and his first few children, including Great-Great-Grandfather Walter Watson Kinnick (the younger) were born in Ohio. His son, my Great-Grandfather, Alonzo Palmer Kinnick, married Margaret Jeanette Williams, whose father, Elias Williams, was born in Dinhigh, England, in 1838. This is where the Kinnick-Williams picnic in Coon Rapids, Iowa, of my younger years had it's origins.
This summary covers the eight families of ancestors of each of us, sixteen in total. There is another set of sixteen, one more generation back, of course. We have been able to identify many of them, at least by name: Dolan (a second family), Dickey, Adkins, Walters, Hurtman, Dockstader, Steel, Tyler, Symonds, Duncan, to date. In addition, some of these are identified back several more generations. It is quite a large number of people, and only a few of them have been officially identified in any written family history form. One of our secondary goals is to change that. We think they deserve it, and we deserve it. We recognize it will take years, but we look forward to the challenge.

Note the use of DRAFT on all the pages along with a date. That is because these documents are for our internal family use only at this time. As you read this and the numbered episodes that follow, please provide feedback, corrections and questions that come to mind to direct further research. We look forward to your reactions and thoughts.
Numbered episodes will follow in no particular order.


Here is the transmittal letter content:

To: Annette, Allison, Arrion

Re: Enclosed 3 page introduction document - regarding family history

I, your Dad, seem to have a way of being too formal, sometimes, but I want to do this sharing right, not mess around with it, like some others I have observed have done (we'll talk about that sometime in the future).

The enclosed set of thoughts is in DRAFT form, no more, no less. I don't know where it is going, if anywhere. It may never go beyond this little set of sharing reports with you.

Mom and I have been having a ball with the family history research so far. She has been the main one this time. I started on pieces of it long time ago, twice, but let it drop. She is now the lead researcher, but has gotten my juices running again, too. So, I am beginning to work on my side of the family as we work real seriously on her side.

If I follow through on this as I hope, some of the numbered episodes will be stories we have found, some will be stories of the search, some will be...who knows? I hope Mom will include some she has written. She is getting pretty good at it. Mostly, I want an excuse, and a deadline, to write stuff down, to finish little pieces, to keep me going. I don't want to have to worry about getting everything "exactly right" before I send them to you for your review. They will never be "done," as new stuff comes up everyday from lot's of places. Let me know what you think. Thanks,
[End of Letter]

Family is forever! ;-)