Saturday Night Genealogical Fun

"Her there, genealogy buffs - it's Saturday Night, time for more Genealogy Fun!

Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to:

1) Determine which event in your ancestral history that you would love to be a witness to via a Time Machine. Assume that you could observe the event, but not participate in it.

2) Tell us about it in a blog post of your own, in a comment to this blog post, or in a comment on Facebook."



When I read tonight’s challenge, my first thought was of Luther Kallam, 1760-1845. Luther joined the fight against Britain when he was 16 and returned home from the war four years later. Here is a capsule review of his service gleaned from his pension record.

Luther Kallam served in Babcock’s Regiment commanded by Col. Lippett. They marched to New York Island under the command of General Washington; he participated in the retreat off New York Island and White Plains while he was under Capt. Lemuel Bailey. They went from White Plains, New York, to Kings Ferry, Morristown, New Jersey and crossed the Delaware at Easton and travelled on to Bethlehem where his term of service expired 1 Jan 1777. He immediately volunteered for one more month and crossed the Delaware River at Bridgetown. He was in the battle at Trenton and also Princeton, then on to Morristown and New Brunswick. He was discharged again 31 Jan 1777. He enlisted again under Captain Heeney in February 1777 for three months and marched to Providence, Rhode Island, in Col. Richmond’s regiment. Again his enlistment expired.

In the spring of 1780 he enlisted under Col. Jeremiah Halsey for nine months and was attached to Capt. Hall’s company, in Col. Swift’s Regiment, 1st Connecticut. They marched to Herrington, then down the Hackensack river, back to Herrington to the north river at King’s ferry, on to the Highlands where they assisted building the Barracks or “Hats”. He was discharged December 1780.

What student of history wouldn’t want to tag along with Luther during these four years! There was no certainty the revolutionaries would win and in fact many times it looked like they would be defeated. The crossing of the Delaware was treacherous and the victories at Trenton and Princeton were almost miraculous. The battles. The marching. The hunger. The frostbitten fingers and feet. The knowledge at the end of it all that he and his fellow soldiers had been instrumental in setting up a new nation. What a wonderful trip back in time that would be!

I will again highly recommend the book Washington’s Crossing by David Hackett Fischer for anyone interested in learning more about George Washington and this part of the war.

~Source: "Revolutionary War Pensions." Database and images. (Footnote.com. www.footnote.com.), (www.footnote.com : accessed 23 Sep 2009); Luther Kallam; online images of pension application including affidavit.

Foto Friday

Hugh Russell building a haystack

Mom took photos in the late '50s and early '60s of the cattle and gardens and this one of dad building a haystack. This post needs to come with an essay on "how to put up hay" but that may have to wait. But the hot summer days like we're having now always bring back good memories of helping dad in the hay field.

Foto Friday

July 4 picnic Lakeman place

Taken July 4, year unknown but between 1957 and 1964 on the Lakeman Place. Dad is in the photo on the left but I'm not sure who the others are. The 1957 blue and white Ford Fairlane is in the background. I learned to drive in this car as well as the 1960 red Ford pickup. We moved from the Lakeman place to the Miller place in March, 1964.

Foto Friday

Hugh Russell

This isn't the best quality picture but mom captured an action photo here. (It's large so you can see dad in the tree.) This was on the Miller Place about 1967 and our rope swing had broken. All spring Dad was too busy to put up another one. His cousins, Verleen and Fay Sams (Fay was a man's name in the last century) and their kids visited us one day and Fay convinced dad it was time to put up the swing. (I think that is the back of Fay's head at the bottom of the photo.) So here is dad, age about 55, climbing a tree and tying a rope to what looks like a branch with the outer limb broken off. The deal with rope swings is that you leave the swing up until it rots off because of rain and snow, then replace it. The seat is a 1 by 4 or 6 or whatever, with notches carved into the sides, usually by a drill since this leaves a nice half-circle into which fits the rope. Usually the seat remained in the swing even when we weren't using it.

We had two rope swing locations on the Miller Place (not at the same time). This was just west of the house. I remember swinging here and looking at the orange tiger lilies that were along the edge of the house and in the spring the peonies bloomed further north along the sidewalk.

A very belated Saturday Night Genealogy Fun post

Just getting around to reading blogs accumulated over the past week and thought I'd partake in Randy's fun idea. I copied and pasted a portion of a short story I wrote several years ago and uploaded it as he said to this site to see who I write like.


I write like
Oscar Wilde

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Oscar Wilde! And in one of those coincidental events, this evening our library had a presentation about his visit to Nebraska in 1882. I decided not to go but did read his bio on Wikipedia this afternoon. Spooky!