As of March 28, 2017, we have moved to new digs. See you at Your Genealogy Matters!
As of March 28, 2017, we have moved to new digs. See you at Your Genealogy Matters!
Sometimes, the best of intentions don’t work out the way we would like them to.
“It’s that genealogy blog, again” is, as it turns out, one of those things.
This blog has been up and running for about a month, and a couple things have become pretty clear:
The other thing is, though the information was good, I was trying to be someone I am not in order to impress people. I can’t continue to move in that direction because it makes me feel very uncomfortable.
SO, I am faced with two options. I can either shut the whole puppy down, or I can move the content over to “blogger” where the interface works the way I need it to, and will make the blog more functional for everyone.
I am opting for the move.
So this will be the last post on this blog at this site.
THAT SAID, the new blog, renamed “Your Genealogy Matters“ will up and running on Wednesday, March 29, 2017.
What you will find is pretty much what you have found here, but in a different format, with easier access to back posts and better “linkification”. I will also be moving the content from this blog back over to the new blog a little at a time.
Again, thanks for your kindness and encouragement. Time to move on to bigger and better things. See you at the new place.
So this is my last in a series of posts on how to make RootsTech work for you. And today, the topic is how to work the expo hall, which is my favorite part of any Conference.
If you have ever been to a car show, where all the manufacturers roll out their new cars, then you have been to an expo hall. At RootsTech, its genealogy vendors and service providers that buy the booth space, set up shop and want to talk to you.
They want to talk to you because they want your business. And you want to talk to them because 1) It’s a chance to see what they are offering, and 2) You may need a product like this now, or in the future.
The expo hall has hours of operation, and you need to set time aside to walk the floor. Time spent in the expo hall counts as education in my book. And its a lesson in resources.
The Salt Palace’s hall was set up a giant backwards L shape. You enter through the lower leg, and can work your way to the upper shank – but there is something about that upper shank that you need to know: At the very top are the meal providers and the tables for eating. If you are on site and get hungry, that upper area is the closest to real food, on site, that you come to if you are NOT programmed for an event meal. I am telling you that up front because if you stumble upon that area at the noon hour, the lines are long and slow. Get there either before the rush or after the rush.
So lets go to the overall layout. Generally, in any trade show or EXPO floor, the big sponsors with deep pockets get the prime real estate. That means upfront, showy booths. At this year’s show the big five were FamilySearch, which hosts the event, Ancestry, My Heritage, Find My Past and FOREVER.
As you work your way back, and then up the spine of the “L” shaped room, the vendors booths get more intimate in size, from small house size up front to 10×10 size.
This year, the area along the left wall was reserved for Innovators. These booths represent emerging technologies and products. Its fun to walk down the area and see what is being developed and for which markets.
The main area also reserves a sizable area for media, which is roped off, and its some place you want to be, but you cannot get into it if you are not carrying the proper credentials.
There is also a large area given over to the one on one sessions you can sign up for with people who might be able to help you break through a brick wall, or look at a research issue. I signed up with a Jewish genealogy expert who helped me better understand information I was missing when reading the Ellis Island paperwork for my grandparents. You’ll reserve this time after Thanksgiving through the RootsTech web site. It is available on a first come, first serve basis.
Off to the far side of the “Spine” of the backwards “L” is a stage for product presentations. RootsTech is one of the few conferences that doesn’t let its speakers turn their sessions into overt sales presentations. There are presentations that will tell you how a site works, but there are no hard sell presentations. So many of the vendors can opt to Demo their products in the stage area, which also comes with comfy seating.
Once last thing, the size of a booth doesn’t correlate to the quality of the product being offered. There were some amazing people with great products in the area opposite the expo hall stage. A big booth is a big booth, but remember, look at the quality of the product.
MY SUGGESTION for make the expo hall work for you is to walk through it when it isn’t busy, see who is there, make some mental notes, and then go back later. Obviously, the hall is a total zoo during the lunch hour. Mornings are always best, in my opinion.
EXPO BONUS! It isn’t uncommon for a vendor may choose to run a special during the show – remember, they believe that their products are the best able to help you. So they will special price their products. This year the BIG deal was Ancestry DNA kits at 50%, limit five. And yes, they take credit cards.
I loved my time on the floor, and I loved meeting with all of the vendors.
When you are one the floor, you want to watch your spending. Yes, $50 here and $100, all start to add up. But this is why I tell people to walk the floor first, get the lay of the land, then go back. My example is the Epson printer I wrote about last week. Had I bought it from the Epson rep, I would have paid full price. But by waiting and buy it from MicroCenter, I saved a good deal of money.
Now, remember, the previous pieces in this series are:
There are essentially six types of “information” in my book. Now I am not a lawyer, I do not pretend to be a lawyer, I am not a graduate of a law school, I am not licensed to give legal evidence. You would look to Judy Russell’s blog, The Legal Genealogist, for that information.
My take on these rules, simplified, fall into the following definitions:
Now some people confused “contemporary” information, that is to say information from the time period that the person or person(s) lived in to be “True Information” because looks like “primary source information”.
Only one thing is true about information that is contemporary to the subject – and that is that it is, at face value, contemporary to the subject. Contemporary information, such as “established” magazines and “esteemed” journals (non-professional) can fall into to that “Mostly true” category. Let us look at this example, from The American Monthly Magazine, published by the Daughters of the American Revolution, January – June, 1909.
Lets look at the article with the highlighting, which is an announcement on Mrs. Elizabeth Dey Clark Little, the surviving daughter of Revolutionary War veteran Sargent Israel Clark. Israel Clark’s line is well documented in the 17th century, and Israel Clark did his best to ensure that his line would continue, marrying four times, widowed three, and fathering fourteen children during his life. The Youngest, Elizabeth, being born when her father was approximately 62. Elizabeth’s middle name “Dey” is her mother Margaret’s middle name. Elizabeth died on October 27, 1908. There is no standardized Ohio Death Certificate for Elizabeth because the county didn’t start recording the form, which was mandatory beginning in 1909 in all 88 counties until December, 1908. We are pretty sure that she died in Marion, Marion County, Ohio because the local paper, The Marion Star, ran her death notice stating that she died at the home of her daughter Mary Little McPherson, on Leader Street in Marion. And we know that in 1908, the McPherson’s lived on Leader Street, near West Fairground Street, then the Garden City Pike, in Marion, Ohio, based on city directories. So we have no real evidence of her birth, or her death other than what we can get off of her death notice. We can send away for a copy of her DAR paperwork to see what it tells us as well.
But there is the another problem with this article, which was probably submitted by the Findlay (Ohio) Chapter to the DAR for its magazine. And it contains one sentence that no one seemed to catch that contradicts one of the article’s main assertions. Go back and see if you can find it.
Did you find it?
Yes? No? Huh?
Well here it is: “Mrs. Little came to Ohio at the age of eight years.”
Did you just have a “Hello? Mom, it’s Conflict on the telephone, and it says it has done something…” moment, right?
The conflict is that somewhere after she was born in Ohio (“…and was born in Delaware County, Ohio, March 16, 1819.”) this article would lead you to believe that she came to Ohio in 1827 for the first time.
How can this be? It’s can’t. People simply didn’t capriciously travel in 1819. And if it were true, where did she go, and why?
And I should note that Marion County, Ohio, where Israel settled for the remainder of his life, was “erected” (Yes, that is the proper term) from Delaware County, Ohio in 1821. So she quite possibly could have been born in what is now Marion County, instead of what is now Delaware County proper.
But it does tell us that we can’t build a conclusive case with this article alone, even though it comes from a respected source, and just because it is a contemporary source to the subject.
What we need to find is either a definitive document – for 1819 that would be a letter, or a family bible entry, or a journal entry or some other type of sworn instrument that could resolve this conflict.
So when Conflict arises, it means rather than just ignoring it, it wants to be recognized, and resolved.
Regrets. I have had a few. But then again, don’t we all?
You regret that 1980’s hair-do that today looks like a hair-don’t.
You regret selling you first car.
You regret watching Dr. Oz, and then wondering “how did I get sucked into this?” and “There is an hour I will never get back.”
Even though you and I haven’t met, I know that it has happened to you. No, shhh, really, it’s our little secret.
Really, I won’t say a word to anyone. Who would I tell?
What I really regret though is that I never sat down with my mother and had a tape recorder of her telling me the stories that she knew from he childhood.
And once your parents are dead and gone, there is this terrible silence that you cannot shake.
Now my mother was a talker. There is the story about how she almost blew off her hands trying to make a homemade fire cracker when she was a kid, or how she figured out how to start her older brothers car and drove it around and around the farm yard with him chasing after her so he could save the car and wring her neck. And there was the one about the night in the late 1930s of the Kirkpatrick, Ohio, girls basketball game which started with a packed gym, only to see the people there for the game leave, little by little, until the only people left were the players and the ref. The gym at the country school was in a wooden building behind the brick school building. So the ref called a time out and both teams wandered outside to find that a house across the road – and the home of one of the players, a girl named Pearl Deitch, – was burning down and that the crowd was trying salvage whatever they could for the family so it wasn’t a total loss.
I was about nine at the time she told me this and I asked “Why weren’t they fighting the fire?”
“Because it was 1937 and Kirkpatrick didn’t have a pressurized water system. People had wells and pumps, that’s why.”
“What did you do? What did Pearl do?” I asked.
“What do you think we did? We finished the game. We were playing Martel! Kirk was not
going to forfeit to them.” When my mother said “Martel” she squished up her face like a bad smell, indicating that even after 30 years and a world war there was little love lost between Kirkpatrick, and Martel, Ohio.
Now the basketball game is one kind of story. She could have just told the story. But what I got out of it was that while all hell was breaking loose, the girls of Kirkpatrick had a job to do and they weren’t going to lose to Martel. Pleasant, maybe. Martel, never.
When I work with people and clients and groups, one of the things that I try to emphasize is that part of the legacy that we leave behind are the stories about the every day minutia – that “little stuff” that we do, or see of pass every day, means something. And for people living in the future, that little stuff means a great deal, because most people don’t write down those memories or explain how it all worked.
Let me give you an example. About 13 (2004) years ago I wrote a book for Arcadia Publishing (under my birth surname) about my hometown, and in it I had a picture of the S&H Green Stamp redemption center. At a gathering, after the book was released someone who came for an autographed copy was in the group around me, with her teenage granddaughter.
“…and I loved how you included pictures of the places uptown that I remember. Like Isaly’s and the S&H Green Stamp center. I still have the toaster that I got there after my husband an me was married.”
Her granddaughter, who would have rather been anywhere but there, and thus quite put out by her chatty grandma, rolled her eyes and said, with great exasperation “What is a green stamp?”
There was a gaggle of responses, all at once and the girl seemed confused. So I said: “Green stamps were given by merchants, to customer who bought things, as a reward for shopping in the store. It was a value added. You collected the stamps, licked them, pasted them in books, and collected the books until you had enough to buy what you needed from the catalog, or from the redemption center.”
This was a totally foreign concept to her. But her confusion morphed to disgust after I said that “you collected the stamps, licked them, pasted them in books, blah, blah, blah…” In fact I don’t think that she got beyond the word licked.
“Wait a minute,” she said with a look like I just hacked up a hairball.
“A stranger hands you something and you licked it?”
Grandma jumped in “Well, honey, those stamps were just like cash. So you had to paste them in a book, or you could have missed out on lots of things that you needed and didn’t have the money for.”
At this point, you would have thought that the teen had witnessed a crime, but couldn’t believe anyone around her was bothered by it.
“You wouldn’t let me eat unwrapped Halloween candy, but you let my mother lick those stamps when she was my age? What if those people had dirty hands?”
“Darling,” said another woman, “it was a different time. And those stamps could get you a color TV so we could watch the Wonderful World of Disney. Now I never licked them – I used a sponge and a little bit of water. But that ruined the sponge af-ter a while, but you could even get wall to wall carpet through S&H.”
So there you had it. Ruin a dime store sponge or glue tongue. Life was a simpler.
And it went on for a little while, all the time the teenager seemed amazed that anyone would do anything so gross as to lick a stamp.
And who amongst would think to even write down a memory of trading stamps? But they were part of every day life. In greater Cleveland, where I spent the first 14 years of my life, Pick & Pay Super Market stores handed out Eagle Stamps, which were green too, and we licked those things because you could redeem them at The May Company. Each book equaled three dollars – and you could get stuff with three dollars in the 1960s.
I bring this up because during RootsTech my husband and I dined with two presenters, and one of the presenters teenage daughters. And up came the topic of trading stamps. And guess what? The same reaction as the girl in Marion years ago.
“You licked them? Ugh! No, really – a stranger gave you something and you licked it?”
But she listened and she learned, and she was able to make a connection to her grandmothers, to her mother, to women who had to make do with less. In part because it was such a foreign idea, but on some level – the “gross” factor, that was the hook.
We also talked about other things from our childhood. TV’s with wooden cases. A house having a rotary dial phone. Party-lines. And remote control TV’s that had the remote tethered by a cable. And last be not least, tube TV’s and the Alliance Tenna-Rotor – a device that moved the television antenna around for the best possible reception. The in-house controller is on the right, and you turned the dial and waited as the unit made a noise that went “ker-CHUNK” for each degree that the antenna on the top of the house, or the tall pole if you lived in a rural area. Oh, yes – this really existed.
So when you are considering what it is that want to leave behind, or record for a day, always consider the big life changing events. But don’t forget to get down on paper, or on audio the little stuff that you remember.
I promise you, that little stuff will pay big dividends in the future.
I know that this is a bit far in advance, but better to get this down while the memory is fresh in my mind. In previous RootsTech blog posts, we’ve covered how great it is. And we’ve covered issues of cost of travel. We’ve also covered how to get the most done at the FHL by planning.
Today the topic is how to get the most out of courses and the Expo Hall.
Getting off to a good start means
Cardinal rule for going to any big event like RootsTech, or even the Ohio Genealogical Society’s Annual Conference is early registration. First, getting in early means you get the EARLY BIRD discounts. Conferences want you to commit, and commit early. Get’s it out of the way and it helps them get early $$$$ for their expenses, plus it helps them gauge the potential turn out. So get it done early and save some money.
Getting to ONSITE Registration Early
Once you have made it to Salt Lake City – you want to check to see when the REGISTRATION booths open in the Salt Palace Convention Center. This is the place that you pick up your “credentials” as a paying attendee. Your need to wear this credential to get into the EXPO Hall, and in to any RootsTech event. If you get to Salt Lake on Wednesday, get the credentials as soon as you can. If you can’t get to the convention center until Thursday, be there when the doors open. I am not kidding. Wait any longer and you will be dreadfully sorry. The lines move, but the lines will be very, very, very long. And long lines, standing and waiting on concrete, even in the most comfortable shoes is always uncomfortable. You have been warned.
Understanding the Salt Palace
Simply put, the Salt Palace is a multi level, modern, convention facility and it is enormous. There are two main levels, the ground level which has access from the south and along South Temple, and the street level, which has access from the north and along the South Temple. There is a gentle rise that kind of cuts the building in two. If you are staying at the Hilton, then the South entrance is closer. If you are staying at the Radisson or the Marriot, then the mid point doors and north entrances are closer. Most of the ed sessions will be on either of these levels. HOWEVER they also use a place called “Room 255” which is in the building, but its a hike. The hike is well marked, but be aware that a class in 255 (which can be subdivided into any number of rooms, is a walk that will help you get to 10,000 steps.
Planning your schedule
When we get closer to RootsTech, the RootsTech folk will release the schedules, telling you the EXPO Hall schedule, class schedules and speakers. Look through that web posting, which should appear after Thanksgiving but by the first of the year. Planning means you can prioritize your time. One hint: Do not over schedule. If you book you time too tight, you’ll spend more time worrying about what time you got someplace, you’ll watch the clock and you’ll enjoy none of it.
What you will, and will not get in an “ed session”
There are lots of great speakers who will be at RootsTech. You cannot see them all. And in most cases, they only have an hour. RootsTech is not an in-depth institute. It is designed to give you a topic, material, and some answers to general questions on the matter at hand. Your ed sessions will give you “Ah-ha!” moments, but if you sign up for a topic that particularly difficult – let’s say Jewish Genelaogy – you are not going to any real in-depth, one on one help from a speaker who has 100-200 people in a room. So you are going to learn, what is new, what to watch for, what you need to be reminded of, learn about some new tools, etc. If you need in-depth help, once we get closer to the live date, you can sign up for an appointment with a one on one coaching session on your general topic. RootsTech is the best way that you can get the broadest exposure to a variety of topics with nationally known speakers.
What about food?
There is food available on site. When you get your registration packet, you will have an option of attending Luncheons tied to special events. These luncheons serve a preset meal served by cater waiters, which can be of the Chicken or Beef, California Medley or Green Beans, Rice pilaf or roasted potatoes, and cake or pie. YOUR OTHER ONSITE OPTION is to eat what the onsite vendors are selling at the back of the EXPO hall, for a nominal charge. You get a bit more flexibility this way. OR you can patronize the “fair food” people in the corridors. So you have options, you’ll need to eat, don’t panic. It’s not haute cuisine, but you won’t starve, either.
And that leaves us with the Expo Floor, which I will save for the final post in this series next week. Knowing how to effectively work an Expo Hall, will help you get through everything, and “BUDGET” both your time and money so you get the most out of your time there.
…because you never know what is lurking there.
My suggestion is that you take a half hour to go through some old genealogical files. Old fashioned PAPER files.
“But,” you say, “I have all electronic files!”
You can choose a couple of those on your computer, or a storage device, and look through them as well.
Did you find anything of interest?
In the olden days, we kept paper files because we used paper and typewriters and copy machines. Hand written notes? Remember those? Family sheets written out by hand? OY!
But email? Never heard of it in the 1970s and 1980s. I didn’t see my first fax machine until I was an intern in Congressman Mike DeWine’s office in 1983, and even that wasn’t a modern fax machine. NO! We had a machine with a drum and a telephone. The home offices in Dayton and Marion (and you know what town is between Dayton, Ohio, and Marion, Ohio, don’t you? Why its Engagement, Ohio!) had like machines. Every day that would paste news clippings to a piece of paper, Xerox them (back when “Xerox” was a verb and a proper noun) and mount the page on their machine’s drum. They would call us on the special phone, we’d answer, put a piece of silver paper on our drum, then they would push a SEND button, we would push a RECEIVE button and the drums would start turning. The stylist on each button would start to move across the pages, copying one page in Ohio to the other in Washington, D.C. Once it was finished with the whole page, then we would take the silver paper to the Xerox, copy it, and it was a copy of what they had sent for us to see. All that for one page, each day.
THEN in the 1990s, we had email, which we would print off so we kept a record of it.
THEN in the 2000s we just started keeping everything on the computer, which was great until the machines wore out, crashed or were taken over by extortionists.
And now today we have people who insist that they have no files “Everything is stored on electronic media,” or, more ominously, “In the cloud!”
Which I doubt, very much. They’ll insist, but no person is that organized.
And as my mother used to say, “Never trust a cook whose stove is spotless.” I feel that way about people who have spotless desks, everything filed.
But if you have been working with family trees, and roots and genealogy for longer than five years, you probably have paper files. And it more than like that you have been filing away. Maybe you make piles. Perhaps your desk is six feet under paper.
Either way, you have files, and periodically, you need to chose one and open it up and see what you have.
I did this just this morning when I opened the basement filing cabinet looking for something on another family line and came across a file that we moved from Ohio to Maryland four years ago. I found amazing stuff that I had been collecting on my paternal grandmother’s family that I thought I’d get to one day.
And today, I am getting to it. I am sorting, starting to review it, reorganizing it, and happily now, the online resources mean that TODAY I can do the research in Lithuania and Latvia that I couldn’t do five years ago.
Now, I have to say that I also love my electronic files, but I do keep both.
If you only keep electronic files, then chose a folder in your genealogy folder, open it up and click on everything. Open it up and read it. Ask yourself “have I used this? Can I use this? Why haven’t I used this?” If you are storing these files, ask yourself, what is the real value from this copy, this document, this picture?
You don’t need to get rid of it if you can’t imagine why you have it. But with social media, you can start a basic family research page, post the stuff and invite cousins and kin to look at it and help you make sense of it. At least this way, you files can work for you, or someone else.
So for today, go through a file and see if you learn something from something hidden in it.