Taking a Leave of Absence

Howard wearing his military medals from the Air Force. He finally located all of those and put them on this jacket

My husband Howard is preparing for aneurysm surgery in a few weeks. We are running to the doctor regularly for tests, more tests, etc. etc. etc.  That leaves me little time for genealogical research. In addition, I’ve been having problems with my computer. As a result, I am taking a leave of absence and will not be on this site until AFTER matters settle down. That could be a couple of months or more.

I have not given up the ship. I’m merely reordering my priorities.

Taking a Break for a While!

The groom!

Just letting you know that I am taking a break from my blog for a while. Howard had a stroke a week ago. I was at the hospital each day last week and was completely exhausted when I arrived home at night. He’s home now, but we have to see doctors for a while. After all of this settles down here, I will be back doing genealogy and writing these stories again.



Ever play with these things in childhood?

I did! I think we called them Tinker Toys, however.  I remember spending hours building and rebuilding gigantic sculptures, only to dismantle them and start all over again.

That’s what I’m doing right now with Howard’s Beall line.

My plan was to have Part Five completed and ready to release.

That’s not going to happen! I ran into a nest of tangles!

So I’m in the process of unsnaggling that mess and putting it back into some sensible order.

It may be next week before the article is ready!

We Meet Again: William Miller (1782-1849)

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William Miller (1782-1840)


I mentioned this man in my first book The Sum Total: William Miller (1782-1849)–the founder of the Millerite Movement or Millerism in the 1840s. It was during the time of the Great Awakening, and a number of revivals were underway at the time. Miller was a big item in Ohio in the 1840s when my Clay/Klee ancestors lived there. So I mentioned him briefly in my book along with other events taking place at the time, and then I went on from there. I forgot all about him until today.

I was working on Dad’s Cline/Clyne line–a line that has been very difficult to trace. My great-grandfather, Alonzo Inman (1842-1912), married Caroline Elizabeth Waiste (1842-1933). Caroline was the daughter of Uri Smith Waiste (1814-1873) and Polly Cline (1813-1886). And Polly Cline was the daughter of Jacob Cline/Clyne (1771-1853) and Polly Chelson/Chilson (1777-1865)–the Cline line I am currently researching.

My third great-grandparents, Jacob Cline/Clyne and Polly Chelson/Chilson, are buried in the William Miller Farm/Cemetery in Low Hampton, Washington County, New York! William Miller is buried there as well.

Okay–so who was William Miller? I wondered as I stared at the cemetery page. After all, five years had passed since I wrote that book. His Find-a-Grave Memorial jogged my memory, and when I discovered his photo on the internet, I knew I had visited him before. Only now, he had a direct connection with some of my ancestors!

Who Was William Miller?

After bumping into William Miller again–this time so closely associated with family members– I had to order a book about him. It has been shipped, but I may not receive it until sometime in late November or early December. For now, I will rely on a brief synopsis of from the Wikipedia site and expand it more fully after the book arrives:

William Miller was born on February 15, 1782, in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. His parents were Captain William Miller, a veteran of the American Revolution, and Paulina, the daughter of Elnathan Phelps. When he was four years old, his family moved to rural Low Hampton, New York. Miller was educated at home by his mother until the age of nine, when he attended the newly established East Poultney District School. Miller is not known to have undertaken any type of formal study after the age of eighteen, though he continued to read widely and voraciously.  As a youth, he had access to the private libraries of Judge James Witherell and Congressman Matthew Lyon in nearby Fair Haven, Vermont, as well as that of Alexander Cruikshanks of Whitehall, New York. In 1803, Miller married Lucy Smith and moved to her nearby hometown of Poultney, where he took up farming. While in Poultney, Miller was elected to a number of civil offices, starting with the office of Constable. In 1809 he was elected to the office of Deputy Sheriff and at an unknown date was elected Justice of the Peace. Miller served in the Vermont militia and was commissioned a lieutenant on July 21, 1810. He was reasonably well off, owning a house, land, and at least two horses.

Shortly after his move to Poultney, Miller rejected his Baptist heritage and became a Deist. In his biography Miller records his conversion: “I became acquainted with the principal men in that village [Poultney, Vermont], who were professedly Deists; but they were good citizens, and of a moral and serious deportment. They put into my hands the works of Voltaire, [David] Hume, Thomas Paine, Ethan Allen, and other deistical writers”(1)

To make a long story short, after Miller became a Deist, he joined the military and after he was discharged from his military service, he returned to Low Hampton, Washington County, New York. He bought a farm there, and the William Miller Cemetery where he and my ancestors are buried is located in the area. When he returned to Low Hampton, he attempted regaining his Baptist faith. But his early attempt failed when he tried  to regain his Baptist faith by remaining a Deist.

That didn’t work out too well.

In Miller’s words:

“Suddenly the character of a Savior was vividly impressed upon my mind. It seemed that there might be a Being so good and compassionate as to Himself atone for our transgressions, and thereby save us from suffering the penalty of sin. I immediately felt how lovely such a Being must be; and imagined that I could cast myself into the arms of, and trust in the mercy of, such a One”(2).

After  his conversion, his father (who was a Deist) challenged him to prove it. So Miller compiled a calculation of the exact date when Christ would return–the Second Coming. Some writers indicate that Miller did not actually release the date to the public himself. The announcement was made by a Congregational minister in Boston. The result was a religious fervor that got out of control, ending in The Great Disappointment:

After the failure of Miller’s expectations for October 22, 1844, the date became known as the Millerites’ Great Disappointment. Hiram Edson recorded that “Our fondest hopes and expectations were blasted, and such a spirit of weeping came over us as I never experienced before… We wept, and wept, till the day dawn.” Following the Great Disappointment most Millerites simply gave up their beliefs. Some did not and viewpoints and explanations proliferated. Miller initially seems to have thought that Christ’s Second Coming was still going to take place—that “the year of expectation was according to prophecy; but…that there might be an error in Bible chronology, which was of human origin, that could throw the date off somewhat and account for the discrepancy.” Miller never gave up his belief in the Second Coming of Christ; he died on December 20, 1849, still convinced that the Second Coming was imminent. Miller is buried near his home in Low Hampton, NY and his home is a registered National Historic Landmark and preserved as a museum: William Miller’s Home(3).

Repercussions followed The Great Disappointment:

The Millerites had to deal with their own shattered expectations, as well as considerable criticism and even violence from the public. Many followers had given up their possessions in expectation of Christ’s return. On November 18, 1844, Miller wrote to Himes about his experiences:

“Some are tauntingly enquiring, ‘Have you not gone up?’ Even little children in the streets are shouting continually to passersby, ‘Have you a ticket to go up?’ The public prints, of the most fashionable and popular kind…are caricaturing in the most shameful manner of the ‘white robes of the saints,’ Revelation 6:11, the ‘going up,’ and the great day of ‘burning.’ Even the pulpits are desecrated by the repetition of scandalous and false reports concerning the ‘ascension robes’, and priests are using their powers and pens to fill the catalogue of scoffing in the most scandalous periodicals of the day.”

There were also the instances of violence: a Millerite church was burned in Ithaca, and two were vandalized in Dansville and Scottsville. In Loraine, Illinois, a mob attacked the Millerite congregation with clubs and knives, while a group in Toronto was tarred and feathered. Shots were fired at another Canadian group meeting in a private house.

Both Millerite leaders and followers were left generally bewildered and disillusioned. Responses varied: some continued to look daily for Christ’s return, while others predicted different dates—among them April, July, and October 1845. Some theorized that the world had entered the seventh millennium—the “Great Sabbath”, and that therefore, the saved should not work. Others acted as children, basing their belief on Jesus’ words in Mark 10:15: “Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” Millerite O. J. D. Pickands used Revelation to teach that Christ was now sitting on a white cloud and must be prayed down. Probably the majority, however, simply gave up their beliefs and attempted to rebuild their lives. Some members rejoined their previous denominations. A substantial number joined the Shakers(4).

A number of denominations emerged from this event including the Shakers, the Seventh-Day Adventists, and the Jehovah’s Witnesses. My third great grandparents were Millerite Baptists, and they remained loyal with the original group.

I just hope they weren’t sitting on top of their roof, dressed in white sheets!



(1) William Miller, Preacher. From the Wikipedia site. Last modified: 15 Sep 2015. Date Accessed: 25 Oct 2015. Available online at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Miller_%28preacher%29

(2) William Miller, Preacher. From the Wikipedia site. Last modified: 15 Sep 2015. Date Accessed: 25 Oct 2015. Available online at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Miller_%28preacher%29

(3) William Miller, Preacher. From the Wikipedia site. Last modified: 15 Sep 2015. Date Accessed: 25 Oct 2015. Available online at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Miller_%28preacher%29

(4) Great Disappointment. From the Wikipedia site. Last modified: 27 Jul 2015. Date Accessed: 25 Oct 2015. Available online at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Disappointment




Team Brian

Our Clan: Front Row: L-R--Debbie, Brian, Mandy, Dallas. Back Row: Jason, Dee, LuAn, Josh

Our Clan: Front Row: L-R–Debbie, Brian, Mandy, Dallas. Back Row: Jason, Dee, LuAn, Josh

Meet Team Brian!

This photo was taken last fall before Brian’s cancer surgery. He thought the disease was over and gone, and he had even been cleared to return to work. Well, guess what happened? Some of those nasty little cancer microbes hid from the treatments and returned with a vengeance. He is now back to Stage 4 Terminal again. The doctor told him he wasn’t giving up on him. Neither are we!

Brian begins his treatments again this week. He is not going to be able to return to work, and he has another big battle on his hands.

Please support him with your prayers. There is also another way to help, and I am posting the link here:

Help Brian Through Cancer

Our daughter Debbie set up a GoFundMe Project to help her brother. Anything you can do will be sincerely appreciated.

Meanwhile, keep Brian and LuAn in your thoughts and prayers.

Thank you


Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend–or is it Hello???



My scream when the little cartridge holder snapped inside my wonderful, old printer!

I had that LexMark printer for a long time–probably ten years, or close to it. I’ve owned a number of printers over the years, but this LexMark was my favorite. For one thing, it is the only printer I have owned where the paper didn’t jam. And I loved its scanning capabilities.

Now, I stood with the broken piece in my hand, considering my options.

By computer standards, the printer model is no longer made and is considered obsolete. So buying a new one exactly like it was out of the question. I could get a used one:


Or I could get a refurbished one:


Eventually, I decided my only option was to buy a new printer, and I decided to get a different brand. After all, I once owned a Hewlitt Packard that ran for years! (The reason I didn’t get any writing accomplished yesterday? I spent the day researching printers on line. And I didn’t make my decision until late afternoon or early evening. And my new printer will arrive next week!)

Now, what would I do with my old one?

“I hate giving it up!” I thought, as I dismantled it last evening and moved it to the kitchen. In the morning, I would find a temporary location for the old printer. And then I planned to put it out in the front yard with a “free” sign. It would be gone within minutes!

“That thing was a wonderful scanner! Not only did it print well, but it would scan my old family pictures I keep in boxes downstairs!”

That’s when I started thinking about possibilities for the old printer. I have a computer downstairs I use for drafting and for creating my website pages. It still has the software for my old printer on it. The family pictures and albums are all in boxes beneath the table. Scanning them has always been a major deal. I had to haul all those pictures upstairs and when the scanning was completed, I had to haul them all back downstairs again. There was nothing wrong with the scanning capability of my old printer. Why not move it downstairs?

Howard carried it downstairs for me this morning. I still have a lot of rearranging to do because between my genealogy notebooks and my doll collection, there is little room for anything else. Rearranging everything is something I don’t need to do at this moment. But the printer is safely downstairs, and I don’t need to worry about placing it in the front yard.

At least I found a purpose for my friend! 🙂

We Need Snow!!!


Well, not this much, perhaps! This photo was taken of the Arminda, John and Mary Lee house in Capron, Oklahoma about the time of the First World War. John and Mary Lee were distant cousins of mine. Their mother, Arminda, was Garrett Fitzgerald Lee, Jr.’s widow, and he was a son of my third great grandfather, Garrett Fitzgerald Lee, who came from Ireland. I don’t know how many feet of snow they received that year, but we could use some of that stuff here–the sooner, the better.

I became so keenly aware of this when I was outside, taking down the Christmas decorations. Everything is so dry. The snow we have received was like powder and melted quickly. I have two freshly planted, bulb-filled flower beds that need moisture, or my flowers will go poof in the spring. They were not as beautiful last year simply because we had little snow in the winter. However, a couple of blasters somewhat rescued us in the spring!

Was just listening to the weather forecast and yes, we are supposed to get snow later today, into tomorrow. I hope so–and I hope it hangs around a few days. However, it won’t stay long with a temperature of 50 in the forecast for New Year’s Eve!

I have always been told that March is our snowiest month. Well, yes–that is often true! Some of our heaviest snowfalls have occurred in March–including the two-week Spring Break we had around 2002! That was nice, but I’m retired now and don’t have to leave the house each day. So we could use a lot of that moisture without waiting for the daffodils to rise! Would hate to drag the garden hose from the garage in winter, but I may have to do that.

Meanwhile, the sky was a pretty pink this morning–certainly the sign of something. It is supposed to start snowing later this afternoon when the temperature takes a nose-dive. And it is supposed to continue through the night. I HOPE SO!

Otherwise–there is always March!

Beware of Carpetbaggers


From Vocabulary.com: Definition of a carpetbagger– “An outsider who pretends to be an insider is a carpetbagger; he’s a person who tries to take advantage of a group by joining it only for his own personal benefit.” — https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/#word=carpetbagger

It would be safe to say that throughout my seventy-and-one-half-years, I have encountered more than one carpetbagger from time to time. For me, a carpetbagger is someone who tries to find out what you are doing and then attempts to top you. That is the sole purpose of their existence! I knew a person like that for a long time, and I remember trying keep my projects hidden from her. Then I forgot to delete the website links from my signature block in a message I was sending to her. When I read through a volume of her diatribe later, I realized my error and never made it again.

Those days are over. However, my previous tormenter appears now to be replaced by two–IF I allow them to continue!

It is beyond me why people can’t be happy with their own lives and abilities and stop trying to capitalize on others. If they can’t get through to me, then they try to take a detour through people I know. If I get angry, or if I abandon my project–then they win. If I ignore them (which is pretty much what I have been doing for quite some time)–then they can’t get through to me.

I have known them for a long time. The funny thing is, they only seem get worse as time goes on, and their schemes grow in size. At times they are difficult to ignore.

My preference for handling them is to consider the source or sources and follow the path I have been following. (I could write a book about these carpetbaggers; they are a definite pair. Did that once years ago, but then destroyed the draft. Writing it provided tremendous relief, however!) 🙂

I predict the following for my pests: they will embark on their scheme and go only a short distance before erupting. Their enterprise will fall apart, and they will go in different directions, blaming the other for their downfall!

History repeats itself! 🙂