Family Tree group on Facebook
Posted on 08/10 15:28
I have run into so many people in my genealogy search who also have ancestors in Orsogna, and who would like to know more, or see if we are related, and learn more about the history & people of Orsogna...so if you're one of those people, there is now a Facebook Group just for you!
Thought of the day.
Posted on 05/02 16:12
Genealogy is reaching back as far as you can into the shadows of time, grabbing an ancestor by the scruff of his or her neck, yanking him or her into the present and asking this important question.
Author: ginnysanchez
Category: genealogy
Ginny Sanchez: real estate mogul
Posted on 02/10 10:11
I just got a phone call from the local cemetery, where a few generations of my family currently um...reside. Apparently they give plots away to people who have more than two generations of people there.
Saturday after next, I pick up my certificate which will entitle me to either a plot, or the equivalent off of a mausoleum space or place to put my ashes, since I plan on getting cremated.
If I use it, I guess that my original plan will be moot: I wanted my survivors to stuff my ashes into little envelopes that say "FREE SAMPLE! REVOLUTIONARY NEW MEAT TENDERIZER!" and mailed out to people that I don't like.
Saturday after next, I pick up my certificate which will entitle me to either a plot, or the equivalent off of a mausoleum space or place to put my ashes, since I plan on getting cremated.
If I use it, I guess that my original plan will be moot: I wanted my survivors to stuff my ashes into little envelopes that say "FREE SAMPLE! REVOLUTIONARY NEW MEAT TENDERIZER!" and mailed out to people that I don't like.
Author: ginnysanchez
Category: genealogy
Immersed in Arthurian legend
Posted on 25/09 11:03
I've been having fun with my family tree using the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles.
Now, you have to realize that the Chronicles were written centuries after the facts that they portray, writing down for the first time an oral history that had been passed from generation to generation; so as a factual document, there's a lot to be desired--there's no proving anything. However, I've already gone as far as I can with written records, and so am now at the stage in one branch where I am using the Chronicles (and the Rhyme Chronicles of Holland) to chart a course through ancient history, to see where it leads me. I hold no illusions that this is fact--it's purely for my entertainment, and as a "this is where the trail leads" in my family tree.
Anyhow, last night I added portions of the House of Wessex to my tree, scouring the official tree for father/son relationships that lead to my ancestors. So far, I'm back as far as Cerdic and his son Cynric. The fun facts about them? If you watch the 2004 movie "King Arthur," Arthur kicks the asses of, and slays, a father/son team of dirtbag kings who bully their way through Britain.
Those dirtbag bullies, if you follow the Anglo/saxon Chronicles, could very well be my 46th and 45th great-grandfathers.
FUN!
I'm reading on their genealogy now and while some trees put them as the descendants of Woden, the official word in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles is that they are descended from "the sons of Woden"--people who were so well-liked, such strong leaders and so good to their people that the people said that surely they were the sons of Woden and Freya--just as Alexander the Great decided that he was actually a son of Zeus, even though he had a father already.
Now, you have to realize that the Chronicles were written centuries after the facts that they portray, writing down for the first time an oral history that had been passed from generation to generation; so as a factual document, there's a lot to be desired--there's no proving anything. However, I've already gone as far as I can with written records, and so am now at the stage in one branch where I am using the Chronicles (and the Rhyme Chronicles of Holland) to chart a course through ancient history, to see where it leads me. I hold no illusions that this is fact--it's purely for my entertainment, and as a "this is where the trail leads" in my family tree.
Anyhow, last night I added portions of the House of Wessex to my tree, scouring the official tree for father/son relationships that lead to my ancestors. So far, I'm back as far as Cerdic and his son Cynric. The fun facts about them? If you watch the 2004 movie "King Arthur," Arthur kicks the asses of, and slays, a father/son team of dirtbag kings who bully their way through Britain.
Those dirtbag bullies, if you follow the Anglo/saxon Chronicles, could very well be my 46th and 45th great-grandfathers.
FUN!
I'm reading on their genealogy now and while some trees put them as the descendants of Woden, the official word in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles is that they are descended from "the sons of Woden"--people who were so well-liked, such strong leaders and so good to their people that the people said that surely they were the sons of Woden and Freya--just as Alexander the Great decided that he was actually a son of Zeus, even though he had a father already.
Wow.
Posted on 07/09 22:12
My called my Aunt Bertha today.
Now that may not sound like a miraculous thing, until you're told that I don't remember ever meeting her and by her reckoning, she hasn't seen me since I was 5. I didn't know that she was still alive, having been just a name in my family tree--my father's sister.
She had moved out of state when I was very little and lost touch with the family. She has a very strong memory of me--apparently, when we were all younger we'd go to her mother's house for Sunday dinner; with her 11 siblings and their children meeting, it was a very rambunctious Sunday dinner. In summer, it was done in their back yard, where the children would kick off their shoes and run barefoot through Grandma's yard...except for me. At three years of age, I refused to walk outside barefoot, and kicked, screamed and generally had hellish temper tantrums whenever someone attempted to remove my shoes.
She laughed when I told her that to this day, I refuse to walk outside barefoot--even at the beach, I'm wearing swim shoes or sandals. She found it cute that some things never change, and it was wierd but funny knowing that this 77 year old lady remembers such an obscure thing about me.
I promised her a copy of the family tree but told her to be patient--I owe two CDs already to other family members, and since she has no computer I have to print everything out--which will take an entire ream of paper.
Now that may not sound like a miraculous thing, until you're told that I don't remember ever meeting her and by her reckoning, she hasn't seen me since I was 5. I didn't know that she was still alive, having been just a name in my family tree--my father's sister.
She had moved out of state when I was very little and lost touch with the family. She has a very strong memory of me--apparently, when we were all younger we'd go to her mother's house for Sunday dinner; with her 11 siblings and their children meeting, it was a very rambunctious Sunday dinner. In summer, it was done in their back yard, where the children would kick off their shoes and run barefoot through Grandma's yard...except for me. At three years of age, I refused to walk outside barefoot, and kicked, screamed and generally had hellish temper tantrums whenever someone attempted to remove my shoes.
She laughed when I told her that to this day, I refuse to walk outside barefoot--even at the beach, I'm wearing swim shoes or sandals. She found it cute that some things never change, and it was wierd but funny knowing that this 77 year old lady remembers such an obscure thing about me.
I promised her a copy of the family tree but told her to be patient--I owe two CDs already to other family members, and since she has no computer I have to print everything out--which will take an entire ream of paper.
Author: ginnysanchez
Category: genealogy
Family tree BBQ
Posted on 12/08 01:00
What do you do after years of looking for ancestors?
Have a barbeque and invite all the living folks you found, of course!
I had a blast, meeting cousins, second cousins and third cousins that I didn't even know that I had. It was very gratifying to give them a cubic assload of information to pore over, to learn more about the folks who came before them...and they are all really cool folks too, so I hope I didn't scare `em off with tales of ancestors from the 16th century, 10 century, and beyond...
Have a barbeque and invite all the living folks you found, of course!
I had a blast, meeting cousins, second cousins and third cousins that I didn't even know that I had. It was very gratifying to give them a cubic assload of information to pore over, to learn more about the folks who came before them...and they are all really cool folks too, so I hope I didn't scare `em off with tales of ancestors from the 16th century, 10 century, and beyond...
Just wondering...
Posted on 25/06 00:47
I Googled an ancestor of mine, and immediately found an ancient Dutch folk song (written in the 13th century) about a man who lures maidens to the forest with an irresistible song and kills them, and it makes me wonder if my ancestor was the basis of the song.
The song is "Here halewijn" (Lord Halewijn). My ancestor was known as Heer Halewijn van Leiden (Heer {Lord} of Wassenhoven and Viscount of Leiden), and he lived about nearly 200 years before the song was written--and oh, he killed his wife.
Here's the lyrics to the song. I've written to the family expert on the subject, to see what his opinion is:
Lord Halewijn sang a song,
all who heard it wanted to be with him.
And that became known to a king's child,
who was very beautiful and beloved.
She stood for her father:
'Oh father, may I go to Halewijn?'
'Oh no, you daughter, no not you:
Who go there, do not return!'
She stood for her mother:
'Oh mother, may I go to Halewijn?'
'Oh no, you daughter, no not you:
Who go there, do not return!'
She stood for her sister:
'Oh sister, may I go to Halewijn?'
'Oh no, you sister, no not you:
Who go there, do not return!'
She stood for her brother:
'Oh brother, may I go to Halewijn?'
'I'd agree, when you would go,
as long as you keep your honour
and prove to be worthy of your crown!'
Then she when to her room
and put on her best clothes.
What did she put on her body?
A vest finer than silk.
What did she put on? Her beautiful straitjacket:
with golden bands it was adorned.
What did she put on? Her red skirt:
From stitch to stitch a golden knob.
What did she put on? Her blouse:
From stitch to stitch a pearl.
What did she put on her beautiful blond hair?
A crown of gold that weighed heavy.
She went into her father's stable
and there she chose the best steed of them all.
She sat herself astride on the steed:
And singing and clinging she rode through the forest.
When she was in the middle of the forest,
She found mylord Halewijn.
He bound his horse to a tree,
the maiden was full of anxiety and fearfullness.
'Greetings', he said, 'you beautiful maiden,
Greetings', he said, 'clear brown eyes,
Come, sit down here, untie your hair.'
As many hair as she untied,
as many tears that fell from her.
Together they rode forth
And on the way fell many word.
They arrived at a gallowfield;
Where many women hung.
Then he said to her:
'Because you are the most beautiful maiden,
you may choose your death! there is still time.'
'Well, if I will have to choose here,
Then I will choose the sword above all.
But first lay off your upper cloth.
Because a maiden's blood spreads far,
When it would stain you, It would be my grief.'
Before his cloth was taken off,
his head already lay before his feet;
while his tongue was still speaking this words:
'Go yonder in the corn
and blow there on my horn,
so that all my friends can hear it!'
'Into the corn I will not go,
and on your horn I will not blow...'
'Go yonder under the gallow
and take there a pot of salve
and rub that on my red neck!'
'Under the gallow I will not go,
your red neck I will not rub,
a killer's advice I will not heed.'
She took the head by the hair,
and washed it clear in a well.
She sat herself astride on the steed,
And singing and clinging she rode through the forest.
And when she was halfway,
Halewijn's mother came:
'Beautiful maiden, have you seen my son?'
'Your son lord Halewijn has gone hunting,
you will see him in your life's days (i.e. you'll never see him again)
Your son lord Halewijn is dead
I have his head in my lap
my lap that is red of blood.'
When she arrived at her father's gate,
she blew the horn like a man.
And when the father heard this,
he was happy that she had returned.
There was held a banquet,
And the head was put on the table.
The song is "Here halewijn" (Lord Halewijn). My ancestor was known as Heer Halewijn van Leiden (Heer {Lord} of Wassenhoven and Viscount of Leiden), and he lived about nearly 200 years before the song was written--and oh, he killed his wife.
Here's the lyrics to the song. I've written to the family expert on the subject, to see what his opinion is:
Lord Halewijn sang a song,
all who heard it wanted to be with him.
And that became known to a king's child,
who was very beautiful and beloved.
She stood for her father:
'Oh father, may I go to Halewijn?'
'Oh no, you daughter, no not you:
Who go there, do not return!'
She stood for her mother:
'Oh mother, may I go to Halewijn?'
'Oh no, you daughter, no not you:
Who go there, do not return!'
She stood for her sister:
'Oh sister, may I go to Halewijn?'
'Oh no, you sister, no not you:
Who go there, do not return!'
She stood for her brother:
'Oh brother, may I go to Halewijn?'
'I'd agree, when you would go,
as long as you keep your honour
and prove to be worthy of your crown!'
Then she when to her room
and put on her best clothes.
What did she put on her body?
A vest finer than silk.
What did she put on? Her beautiful straitjacket:
with golden bands it was adorned.
What did she put on? Her red skirt:
From stitch to stitch a golden knob.
What did she put on? Her blouse:
From stitch to stitch a pearl.
What did she put on her beautiful blond hair?
A crown of gold that weighed heavy.
She went into her father's stable
and there she chose the best steed of them all.
She sat herself astride on the steed:
And singing and clinging she rode through the forest.
When she was in the middle of the forest,
She found mylord Halewijn.
He bound his horse to a tree,
the maiden was full of anxiety and fearfullness.
'Greetings', he said, 'you beautiful maiden,
Greetings', he said, 'clear brown eyes,
Come, sit down here, untie your hair.'
As many hair as she untied,
as many tears that fell from her.
Together they rode forth
And on the way fell many word.
They arrived at a gallowfield;
Where many women hung.
Then he said to her:
'Because you are the most beautiful maiden,
you may choose your death! there is still time.'
'Well, if I will have to choose here,
Then I will choose the sword above all.
But first lay off your upper cloth.
Because a maiden's blood spreads far,
When it would stain you, It would be my grief.'
Before his cloth was taken off,
his head already lay before his feet;
while his tongue was still speaking this words:
'Go yonder in the corn
and blow there on my horn,
so that all my friends can hear it!'
'Into the corn I will not go,
and on your horn I will not blow...'
'Go yonder under the gallow
and take there a pot of salve
and rub that on my red neck!'
'Under the gallow I will not go,
your red neck I will not rub,
a killer's advice I will not heed.'
She took the head by the hair,
and washed it clear in a well.
She sat herself astride on the steed,
And singing and clinging she rode through the forest.
And when she was halfway,
Halewijn's mother came:
'Beautiful maiden, have you seen my son?'
'Your son lord Halewijn has gone hunting,
you will see him in your life's days (i.e. you'll never see him again)
Your son lord Halewijn is dead
I have his head in my lap
my lap that is red of blood.'
When she arrived at her father's gate,
she blew the horn like a man.
And when the father heard this,
he was happy that she had returned.
There was held a banquet,
And the head was put on the table.
Author: ginnysanchez
Category: genealogy
Why I love genealogy
Posted on 16/06 11:27
I got a note from a historian in the Netherlands who has been working on one of my ancestors, Halewijn van Leiden. He came across evidence last year that Halewijn was possibly a man named Drogo de Bevere (Drogo Beuvriere, AKA alias: Drogo/Drew/Dreu/Dru, and ancient form of the name Andrew), a man who married a cousin of William the Conqueror and then killed her. After killing her he fled to his native Flanders (after borrowing money from William the Conqueror to do so, saying he and his wife needed to make the trip). There he drops off the map historically speaking; William sent people to find Drogo to answer for the crime of killing his wife, but Drogo was never found. The English remember him as a man whom they hope died under curses "not loud but deep," and nothing more was said of him. However, a man springs up the very same year in Dutch history named Halewijn van Leiden; a man who lives at Drogo's estate and has the same "wapen" (shield of armor/family crest) as Drogo. If I'm understanding the Dutch essay correctly, no one is certain who Drogo's parents were, but they are certain who Halewijn's parents were; and that Drogo's estate in Flanders was actually the family estate of Halewijn van Leiden. Additionally, Halewijn was remembered as having gone on the Crusades with William the Conqueror. The history of William the Conqueror does not record a Halewijn, but Drogo. Drogo's title was "miles probus et in armis probatus," which is Latin. (Anyone know enough Latin to translate that for me?)
The evidence now seems as complete as it's ever going to be that Drogo was in all liklihood Halewijn, and that he managed to hide in plain sight from William the Conqueror all those centuries ago.
Drogo, before killing his wife, was awarded six counties in East Anglia, and some land in Norfolk and Suffolk. Later he is awarded Barrow on Humber, Skipsea, Burton Agnes, Burton Constable, and was the first Lord of Holderness. After the murder of his wife all of this land was reclaimed by the king and redistributed to others.
Skipsea castle is where he killed his wife, and to this day people claim to see a ghostly "Lady in White" wandering the castle grounds, believed to be the unnamed murdered kinswoman of William the Conqueror.
The story is very interesting, and part of the reason why I've come to love genealogy: in this one generation I've got possible dual personalities, Crusades, murder, castles and a ghostly Lady in White.
Nifty!
The evidence now seems as complete as it's ever going to be that Drogo was in all liklihood Halewijn, and that he managed to hide in plain sight from William the Conqueror all those centuries ago.
Drogo, before killing his wife, was awarded six counties in East Anglia, and some land in Norfolk and Suffolk. Later he is awarded Barrow on Humber, Skipsea, Burton Agnes, Burton Constable, and was the first Lord of Holderness. After the murder of his wife all of this land was reclaimed by the king and redistributed to others.
Skipsea castle is where he killed his wife, and to this day people claim to see a ghostly "Lady in White" wandering the castle grounds, believed to be the unnamed murdered kinswoman of William the Conqueror.
The story is very interesting, and part of the reason why I've come to love genealogy: in this one generation I've got possible dual personalities, Crusades, murder, castles and a ghostly Lady in White.
Nifty!
Author: ginnysanchez
Category: genealogy
so close and yet so far
Posted on 29/04 19:51
This weekend I found a family tree online that contained nearly all of the surnames from my mother's family that I am researching, and from Orsogna to boot...but once again, none of my known relatives are in it. One day I;m sure my family will merge into this one (we both have Di Benedetto extended family from Astoria Queens for example, as well as the same surnames from the tiny town of Orsogna Italy) but for right now...I come up empty once again.
It's very frustrating, when you compare my mother's family tree to my father's family tree, and see how far I got with the old man's family; to know that I have only gotten back to the mid-1850's with Mom is a little disheartening.
So, I'm going to throw this out there, for everyone to see. I am searching for the following family names, from Orsogna, Italy. If you are related, or think you may be...contact me by email or by replying to this post. I'd love to hear from you.
The surnames I am researching from Abruzzo, Chieti, probably all from Orsogna:
Ceccarossi (Camillo b. 1898, Filippo b.1873, Camillo b. approx 1850)
Pace (Rosalinda b. 1883, Luzio b. approx 1840, Serafina b. approx. 1850)
D'Alleva (Maddalena b. 1900, Nicola b. 1882, Guiseppe b. approx. 1850)
D'Angelo (Madalena b. approx. 1850)
Cipollone (Cleonice b. approx. 1850)
DiBennedetto (Serafina b. 1873, Salvatore b. approx 1840)
Iocco (Maria b. approx. 1850)
Feel free to root around this portion of my family tree, and again if you might be related to me...please contact me.
It's very frustrating, when you compare my mother's family tree to my father's family tree, and see how far I got with the old man's family; to know that I have only gotten back to the mid-1850's with Mom is a little disheartening.
So, I'm going to throw this out there, for everyone to see. I am searching for the following family names, from Orsogna, Italy. If you are related, or think you may be...contact me by email or by replying to this post. I'd love to hear from you.
The surnames I am researching from Abruzzo, Chieti, probably all from Orsogna:
Ceccarossi (Camillo b. 1898, Filippo b.1873, Camillo b. approx 1850)
Pace (Rosalinda b. 1883, Luzio b. approx 1840, Serafina b. approx. 1850)
D'Alleva (Maddalena b. 1900, Nicola b. 1882, Guiseppe b. approx. 1850)
D'Angelo (Madalena b. approx. 1850)
Cipollone (Cleonice b. approx. 1850)
DiBennedetto (Serafina b. 1873, Salvatore b. approx 1840)
Iocco (Maria b. approx. 1850)
Feel free to root around this portion of my family tree, and again if you might be related to me...please contact me.
If you're not related to me, you're probably going to be bored by this.
Posted on 09/03 09:59
My cousin Linda found someone to translate a letter from Frisian into English for me. It was written by Jacob Pieters Beukema, an ancestor who was a schoolteacher at Leens. An educated man, he also composed music for the church where he taught and composed an extensive (for his day) family tree that went as far back as he could find written records (and as an aside, n o one has ever been able to go back farther in this particular line.
His family tree was forwarded by a letter from him to the generations that would come, and here is that letter, finally translated into English. Thanks Linda!
Genealogy
of
JAN BOIJKEMA and COURTJEN RIJPKES,
Husband and wife, farmers in Vierhuizen
~~~~~~~~
Written by JAKOB PIETERS BEUKEMA, school teacher in Leens (Town), born in Ultrum (town)
August 23, 1782, passed away in Leens (Town)
in March 1859
~~~~~~~~
Published in 1843, additions/edits made by
JAKOB MENNES BEUKEMA, born in
Niekerk (Town) in March 1,1818
_________
One generation goes and the other comes
And disappears shortly thereafter
Because shortly after people are born
The hour of death comes hastily nearer
Not long after he’s passed away he is forgotten
Even his own offspring don’t know anything about him
But if you write down the name, occupation, marital status and age
A memory will remain
____________
Especially in the northern part of Marne (town), in the province of Groningen, many people have the name Beukema. Most all of them are offspring of Jan and some of his brother Rijke Beukema, who both lived in the mid 1700’s in Vierhuizen (Town) and Niekerk (town). I have not found too many references to the brothers other than the church registry and some other files under the names of:
Boicum, Boijkema and later Beukema. These variations where dependant upon the pastor’s form of writing them down (farmers were mostly illiterate). However the self written signature of Jan Boijkema is found several times in the Diakenie-boek of the Reformed church in Vierhuizen.
The reason, why this table does not have all its branches is because I could not trace everyone in my research. Therefore it might be possible to find people with the name Beukema that are not listed here. It has been impossible to trace everyone. So I have ventured in this fruitless attempt to put together a genealogy of the family Beukema, residing in Westerkwarties, from whom I have received the following: Sikke Duurts Beukema, born around 1696-1700, married to Remke Leus, a peasant in Enumatil (town) and Hoogemeeden Town (town). From this marriage are born:
Duurt (Name), born 1728-1730, married to Brechtje Jans Harkema, occupation farmer, lived and died in Oostwold (town), having a son, named Leu, and a daughter named Eltje.
Jan Boijkema most likely had more brothers or relatives, from where offspring could have come. This is uncertain and nothing can be said with certainty. This is just as ambiguous as the parents of Jan Boijkema of whom I found no record. With the crafting of this family tree I intended to inform the members of this old and elaborate family and give them proof of their heritage. Also I would like to point out the relations between the people. I have no ill gesture in doing this.
To know who our ancestors were, to whom we are, next to God, depended upon and thankful to, and to know when and where they lived cannot be irrelevant. More importantly we are obligated to give our respects and keep them in honorable memories, just as we once hope to be a memorable link in this genealogy. Just as Bildad the Suhiter said unto Job: Ask the previous generations, and prepare to do research of their fathers.
Job 8 vers 8
Leens August 6, 1843
Signed JAKOB PIETERS BEUKEMA
His family tree was forwarded by a letter from him to the generations that would come, and here is that letter, finally translated into English. Thanks Linda!
Genealogy
of
JAN BOIJKEMA and COURTJEN RIJPKES,
Husband and wife, farmers in Vierhuizen
~~~~~~~~
Written by JAKOB PIETERS BEUKEMA, school teacher in Leens (Town), born in Ultrum (town)
August 23, 1782, passed away in Leens (Town)
in March 1859
~~~~~~~~
Published in 1843, additions/edits made by
JAKOB MENNES BEUKEMA, born in
Niekerk (Town) in March 1,1818
_________
One generation goes and the other comes
And disappears shortly thereafter
Because shortly after people are born
The hour of death comes hastily nearer
Not long after he’s passed away he is forgotten
Even his own offspring don’t know anything about him
But if you write down the name, occupation, marital status and age
A memory will remain
____________
Especially in the northern part of Marne (town), in the province of Groningen, many people have the name Beukema. Most all of them are offspring of Jan and some of his brother Rijke Beukema, who both lived in the mid 1700’s in Vierhuizen (Town) and Niekerk (town). I have not found too many references to the brothers other than the church registry and some other files under the names of:
Boicum, Boijkema and later Beukema. These variations where dependant upon the pastor’s form of writing them down (farmers were mostly illiterate). However the self written signature of Jan Boijkema is found several times in the Diakenie-boek of the Reformed church in Vierhuizen.
The reason, why this table does not have all its branches is because I could not trace everyone in my research. Therefore it might be possible to find people with the name Beukema that are not listed here. It has been impossible to trace everyone. So I have ventured in this fruitless attempt to put together a genealogy of the family Beukema, residing in Westerkwarties, from whom I have received the following: Sikke Duurts Beukema, born around 1696-1700, married to Remke Leus, a peasant in Enumatil (town) and Hoogemeeden Town (town). From this marriage are born:
Duurt (Name), born 1728-1730, married to Brechtje Jans Harkema, occupation farmer, lived and died in Oostwold (town), having a son, named Leu, and a daughter named Eltje.
Jan Boijkema most likely had more brothers or relatives, from where offspring could have come. This is uncertain and nothing can be said with certainty. This is just as ambiguous as the parents of Jan Boijkema of whom I found no record. With the crafting of this family tree I intended to inform the members of this old and elaborate family and give them proof of their heritage. Also I would like to point out the relations between the people. I have no ill gesture in doing this.
To know who our ancestors were, to whom we are, next to God, depended upon and thankful to, and to know when and where they lived cannot be irrelevant. More importantly we are obligated to give our respects and keep them in honorable memories, just as we once hope to be a memorable link in this genealogy. Just as Bildad the Suhiter said unto Job: Ask the previous generations, and prepare to do research of their fathers.
Job 8 vers 8
Leens August 6, 1843
Signed JAKOB PIETERS BEUKEMA
