March 1, 2015

Is Blogging Just A Fad? Or A Way To Make Money?

When we were visiting my in-laws in Iowa this summer, there were some particularly unpleasant grandchildren visiting at the same time. No, not my grandchildren! These were twin boys that have a pretty obnoxious behavior problem, and it surfaced when my grandson happened to find a toad that had been making its way across the driveway towards the neighbor’s house. Garrett, bless his heart, was desperately trying to keep the toad away from the twins, and the twins were after Garrett like two little rabid dogs. These boys are around 7 years old, not babies. My grandson eventually was able to turn the toad loose without any harm coming to it, but the sight of those two boys after the toad stuck in my mind.

 

It seems to me that right now blogging is one of the fads of the moment, and there seems to be a tier of “real” bloggers, “semi-real” bloggers, and then the “rest of us”. I am pleasantly surprised and proud that I have even gotten my first blog Pentimento up to a page rank 4. Who knows if it will stay there, but I keep working at it.

 

The real blogs like John Chow, Dosh Dosh, Copyblogger, Blog About Your Blog, Liz Strauss @ Successful Blog, and Blog-Op to name just a tiny few, have real things to say that are helpful when it comes to making money online. And that is that key, isn’t it? The ones first in, online and known, with lots of networked friends have done very well. They had something to say and impart.

 

Then came the second wave….the people who found out that blogging is something easily done if you can get one set up. But what to say? Talk about your cats, kids, or be a gossip about celebrities. Some of the second-wavers are doing well too. But it all makes me think of those twin boys who saw an opportunity, but had no clue what they were going to do with it once they had it.

 

What will be the next fad? Is blogging here to stay? Are the majority of people making money at it? Will it still be ‘fun’ in 5 years?  Are we really telling people worthwhile things, or just blathering on? What do you think?  Are you the leader of the pack, or just one of the rabid dogs?  :grin:

Second Marriage Record Might Reveal Original Swedish Surname

1925 Moline - Skagerlind marriage, cropped

Since I’ve been researching my Swedish family of Moline, I’ve always known that John (Johan) Emil Moline was the son of Lars Petter Molin(e).  But, following some Swedish naming customs, Johan Emil Moline might have come to this country under the surname Larson.

This is when documenting each step really gets important. I have the original Moline family bible pages that belonged to John Emil Moline. There is no mention of the surname Larson on any of the pages. So, what makes me think great grandpa was a Larson at some point?

Today, as I was searching for the date of my Great Grandpa Moline’s second marriage to Hannah W. Skagerlind in the Washington State Digital Archives, the marriage license I found stated the witnesses were Axel and his wife (no first name given for her) LARSON.  The date was 19 August 1925.

Was Axel just visiting Washington to attend the wedding and be a witness? My great grandfather did have a brother named Axel Linus Moline. Was this Axel Larson a relative…perhaps a cousin? John Emil Moline did have another brother in the United States: Fridolf Ferdinand Moline who, until 1920, was residing in St. Paul, Minnesota. Fridolf later moved to Indiana.

Right now, one thing is for sure: John Emil Moline married the second time to Hannah Skagerlind in 1925.  Only time will tell who Axel Larson was!

1925 Moline - Skagerlind marriage, cropped

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun – Remember When?

1) Remember when you were 12 years old? On a summer day out of school? What memory do you have of fun activities?

2) Tell us about that memory (just one – you can do more later if you want to) in a blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a comment on Facebook.

Here’s my memory:

We lived out in the country, so when I would wake up on a summer morning the sunlight would be streaming in my window.  I could hear the sounds outside of birds like robins, crows and sometimes even a pheasant. If I heard a whistle blow in the distance, I’d know it was 8 AM because that was the starting time at the Olympia Brewery up on Capitol Boulevard some three or four miles away.

As I lay there I could hear my mom in the kitchen and I would visualize what she was doing just by listening: making coffee, turning on the radio,  running water in the sink, and then she’d sit down to have a cigarette and read the paper. Mom always liked to lay the paper out on the table. 

In the “good old days” I was always ready to get out of bed, set and ready for the day’s adventure, whatever it might be.  Some days in summer we would ride our bikes down to Palermo Valley to pick strawberries; other days we’d hang around the house and complain about how hot it was.  I think I probably ate more strawberries than I picked.  A big “no-no” if you got caught by the row boss!  No straddling the rows either. You might stomp on a good pickin’ berry.

My friend Mary and I might have the day planned to ride down to Falls Park by the old Olympia Brewery. We’d walk the whole trail, and I remember one time we got all daring and actually went out on the huge flat rocks in the middle of the Deshutes River.  It was like a whole other world sitting on the sun-warmed rock listening to the river roaring by and craning our necks to see if we could see any fish.

On our way home, if we had any money with us, we’d stop at Ted’s Grocery in Tumwater to get a Pepsi or some ice cream.  Our time was set by the brewery whistle:  the morning whistle I mentioned; the noon whistle so we knew to get our behinds home for lunch if we wanted any; and the 5 o’clock whistle that told us to get on our bikes and get home because Dad got off work at five and we needed to get home and cleaned up for dinner.

Thanks to Randy Seaver at Genea-Musings for this fun Saturday night post idea.  Why not click on the link and go see what he wrote about?

Carnival of Genealogy – 57th Edition “I read it in the news!”

Technically, I didn’t read this article in the news since it happened about nine years before I was born, but it was in the Daily Olympian newspaper in 1941. As the caretaker of the family documents and pictures, this article was one of a few about our family that made the news.

Dad never “won” anything in his life before or after the draft. Lucky him, huh? [As it turns out, the date of July 19th is important in our Yates/Wilkerson family. My cousin Linda Yates was born on that day in 1950, and our granddaughter Katrina was born on that day in 2001. :) ]


William Gale Yates 1920-1996

In 1941 his draft registration number (169) was chosen as #1 in Thurston county, WA, and rather than be drafted, he joined the Navy. He went to basic training in San Diego and then was sent to Kaneohe Bay on Oahu after the Pearl Harbor attack. The unit was then divided by alphabet, and the first half was sent to serve on the Saratoga, and the second half was sent to New Caledonia in the Loyalty Islands.  During his time in the Navy, Gale was certified as a Seaman Second Class on the 23rd of Feb. 1942 and completed a course of study at Aviation Machinist’s Mates’ School at US Naval Air Station, Seattle, WA.

One of the ships he was transported on was the USS Dixie. During this time in the war, probably when he was in New Caledonia, View Larger Map Gale had occasion to strap “Ol’ Bull Halsey into his parachute”.  Dad always thought that was pretty cool. :) The plane in the article above I believe is an F4F Grumman Wildcat.

 

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