My Ancestors Research Paper

I was raised mostly by mom after my father wasn’t in place once I was 10. I learned, both my paternal great-grandparents are deceased bon in the years 1909 and 1911. I do however remember a slight glimpse my father’s mother (my grandmother). She would always have homemade chocolate chip cookies for me every time I come visit. She passed away when I was 12. My father dad (my grandfather), I don’t remember much about him. I only remember that he enjoyed fishing, but never would invite me on his trips because he would say “It’s too dangerous out on the water kiddo”. Unfortunately, he too was diagnosed with cancer and passed when I was

In 1912 a child was born his name was Everett Babcock (1912-1974), he eventually would become my grandfather. In 1937 he would marry my grandmother, Mary McFarland (1910-1969) and they would have 3 children Everett Babcock (1937-2017) my father, Edna Mae (1940-2004), and Thomas (1944-2008). Everett worked as an auto mechanic and Mary as a beautician to support and provide for their 3 children. In 1969 Mary was diagnosed with colon cancer and die a short time later, 5 years later in 1974 my grandfather would be diagnosed with lung cancer but would suffer a heart attack and die. Since I was still a young child and didn’t live close to my paternal grandparents I don’t remember what the relationships were like. The most I remember is when we

My family the Heintzelman family has lore that has come from our ancestry in Germany. Ancestry is a very important part of a person. Knowing who came before you can affect a person greatly. If someone knows the hard work that their ancestors did it can lead to a lot more humility for that person. No person gets to where they are in life without the hard work of the people that came before them, especially in America. Almost no one is a native of American which makes it a melting pot for all cultures, which means knowing your history is important. The hard work of my ancestors I feel is extremely important due to the story that surrounds the last name of Heintzelman. The story of the Heinzelmännchen, which originated in Cologne, Germany, was a legend about elves who would do the chores of the lazy townspeople. Every night when the townspeople went to sleep the Heinzelmännchens would come up to do that work that the townspeople had neglected to do (Kopisch and Thrlet). This was a myth that was started many years ago in Cologne but is still remembered today. The story of the Heinzelmännchens is commemorated in statues that stand in Cologne and through my last name. The story of the Heinzelmännchen has been passed down from generation to generation in my family, as the beginning of our last name and heritage. However, this is not the only way that lore is passed down, we have also passed down our history through our names, as many Heintzelmans have been named after

I am a black man in America with no known ancestral history, the only historian in my family is my 78 year old grandmother, and at times her stories become vague and distorted with little recollection of her own mother. My last name is West, such a simple last name, there is high possibility that I

My mother and father always told the story of meeting my mother through her cousin. The feel in love and wanted 2 children. My dad would say "the hospital bill wasn't paid for one before the other came along, and up jumped Tammy" my father would always say while smiling. He also said that he had insurance from his job, but they said they would pay the bill only if they were married. So when my mother went to the hospital to have me, she went using the name Jacqueline Oats so his insurance would pay for it. But they were never married. That the only reason that I have the last name Oats, in oppose to Castro.

There were already so many nameless and faceless spaces on my family tree. I didn’t know the names of several aunts and uncles, nor did I know their children. I didn’t know the name of my dad’s “birth-giver” or if the brain aneurysm that killed her could possibly be genetic. I didn’t know the name of my dad’s ex-wife. Furthermore, I didn’t the know the names of any possible half-siblings of mine. Perhaps they had children of their own, and I’d been an aunt the entire time. My father refused to

There are still problems that persist to present day. Arguments that we debate about, and that we believe we should do something to change ourselves. Arguments that were instrumental in the founding of our country, its upbringing, and present scenariosThree arguments in particular I believe have the biggest impact on America today.

Since I have always had such a fascination with genealogy, I thought it an honorable undertaking to research our ancestry. I wish someone had done it fifty years ago so that I might have access to more information on our direct line of ancestors, other than the word of mouth passed down through the generations that I’ve had to rely on and what little I have found digging through dusty courthouse records.”

My dad often works on that farm so much that he missed school a lot and today he cannot read or write. I have been around my mother side all my life my maternal grandma is the only grandparent I know. A few days ago, I called him in ask him about my grandparents, who are both deceased. I didn’t even know their names before now. Their names were Rachel and Ottie Martin, they had thirteen children together.

Learning about your ancestry and lineage isn't just a hobby or an interest, for some it is also a passion, and for many others who have had the opportunity to count this endeavor as one of their life's successes, it has become a gift and a privilege.

He was a serious farmer who married Sarah Bent Ransom, a seamstress and jeweler. They gave birth to Martha Ransom, one of the inventors of the Pap smear and a licensed exfoliative biologist. She married Dr. Arthur Tucker, a sailor, carpenter, radio operator, and OBGYN. He was considered to be brilliant. When Arthur’s notes were burned up in a fire, he had to jump out of a third story window in order to get to safety, and he still passed his college exams the next day. Arthur and Martha Tucker moved to Eliot, Maine, where they raised their daughters Nancy and Susan Tucker (my grandmother). Susan had polio as a child which would partially handicap her for the rest of her life. She became a school teacher, and married Gerald Davis, the son of two poor factory workers. They moved to a town near Lake Erie and settled down on a farm. They had three children named Robert, Thomas, and Sandra Davis (my mother). When Sandra was about twelve, Gerald and Susan divorced, so Susan was left taking care of three children, and had to work several jobs at once to get enough money. Sandra grew up figure skating, and worked several jobs. These included government work, computer science work, and (currently) teaching as a college professor

I was the second child and daughter born to my mother in Elgin, Illinois in the year 1956. I had a sister who was seven years older who lived with us for a short period of time, but resided mostly with her father, my mother?s first husband. After having an affair with my biological father, my mother divorced the year I was born and moved to Barrington, Illinois. My biological father paid for my mother?s apartment and the hospital bills, then exited out of our lives. A short time later the man I knew growing up as my father, married my mother. I remember a stepbrother the same age as my sister, living with us during my early childhood years. I idolized my brother who had the nickname of ?Spike.? I don?t recall when he left our family, but I was told he didn?t get along with my mother and that he blamed her for the break up of his father?s first marriage. I felt he abandoned me, as I never heard from him again and my parents never explained why he had left until later in my adult years. In a span of nine years, three additional brothers were born into our family. I was five years old when the first of the three brothers were born. I didn?t have any lasting friendships because we moved frequently due to the numerous jobs my father had in his aviation career.

For my genius hour project, I decided that I am going to researching my family history and my family past, where my family is from. It sounds really cool to learn about my family history and where they came from? I really want to know where my family is from because I want to know where I am also from and what I have parts of the world are in me. I know that most of my family is from Europe, that is all I really knew before I started this project. But I did not know what parts of Europe my family came from. I really wish that I could know where all of my family is from and what their last names mean. My thesis for the genius hour project is to find out where my family came from, how old they were when they came to America. And did my family

William, known as Bill, was born on July 20, 1921 in Minneapolis, MN. He worked in the plaster/stucco business for over 25 years before working at Northwest Airlines. His wife’s maiden name was Lorraine Mulcahy. Lorraine was born on August 13, 1922 in St. Paul, MN. Lorraine went to college at the University of Minnesota where she got her Bachelor of Science degree and became a dental hygienist. My grandma “Lo” is the genealogy nut in our family. She has searched for birthdates, marriage licenses, and other documents of her grandparents. I called grandma Lo to get some information on my great-grandparents and family stories. I found out I was part Norwegian and I never even knew it! Grandma Lo’s parents were Edward Mulcahy and Olga Shermoen. Her father Ed was born on April 15, 1880 in Minneapolis, MN. Ed worked as a claim agent for the Great Northern Railroad in the twin cities. Olga was born on March 15, 1888 in Hawley, MN. She also worked for the Great Northern Railroad as a matron. Edward was 100% Irish while Olga was 100% Norwegian. This makes my grandma Lorraine 50% Irish & 50% Norwegian. My grandpa Bill was adopted in Minneapolis so his genealogy is unknown. He was told by his adopted parents that he was mostly Irish. If we pretended Bill was 100% Irish, this would make my mom 75% Irish and 25% Norwegian.