Cousin Joe

I think cousin  Joe sent me this a  few years  back. It was about a man called Bob.


If he lived in the North End of Bristol he has to be your Lagasse

Mid-afternoon on Dec. 7, 1941, I was playing hide and seek with a group of kids from the neighborhood in the north end of Bristol when someone interrupted the game to tell us that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. “Where’s Pearl Harbor?” I asked. “In Hawaii,” they replied. Being that I was a knowledgeable 10-year-old and had studied geography, I summed up the situation quickly. “Did you ever see how small Japan is, compared to us?” I questioned. “We’ll beat ’em in a few weeks,” I analyzed. As I was saying this I was thinking, “If they mess around with my brother, he’ll show ’em.” I quickly ran home and dashed up the stairs to see if everyone knew of the news. As I looked into the living room, it was obvious that they had. Mom was seated and crying and Dad was consoling her. The radio was on giving the accounts of what was known at that time, which was sketchy and often unconfirmed.

The main concern for Mom’s world was that her son was in the Army in Camp Blanding, Fla., and the one-year training commitment would now become a war requirement for an undetermined period. Although Dad was saying all the right words to Mom, it appeared to me that his heart wasn’t really in it. He was less visibly upset than Mom, but I believe that he was more deeply concerned, having World War I experience to call on. It was an anxious, wait-and-see environment for many years to come.

Bob Lagasse


To Heck With New York, I Am Off To Texas

We have all been there haven’t we?

Moore Genealogy

Left to right Minnie O'Brien in the dark dress, and Irene Harris Fesette in the white dress. Left to right Minnie O’Brien in the dark dress, and Irene Harris Fesette in the white dress.

The title is a paraphrase of the Davy Crockett quote after he lost his election to Congress in his home state of Tennessee and then headed off to Texas and everlasting fame. In this case, it is four people related by blood and marriage who have been kept in a box for decades making the journey. Well, at least their picture is.

Genealogy research can be very frustrating and sometimes downright nasty. We all work long hours on our family history many times without results or recognition from our family. So I guess we should not be surprised when we do research that is unasked for that people can be indifferent and downright impolite. The reason for the research was so I could return two photographs to the family. The pictures of Bertha…

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A Jazz Age Baby

Interesting post with lovely baby pictures

Envisioning The American Dream

Vintage photo baby 1926 A Bastille Day Baby 1926

In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of  Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother.

A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age babe would have turned 90 today.

Life Magazine July 1, 1926 Life Magazine July 1, 1926

Smack dab in the middle of the roaring twenties, eight years had passed since the end of the Great war and Americans were ready for fun. Our president, Silent Cal was keeping mum as  the economy skyrocketed. Consuming goods as never before, folks were running down to Florida in get-rich-quick schemes, while Miss Texas Guineas, the boop-boop-de-doop speakeasy girl beckoned us “to live it up.”

There was no better time to be born.

Betty would be the beneficiary of modern science and technology providing a safer and  cleaner world than the previous generation. Worries about…

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Why are we searching for our ancestors?

Post no.1080

I am always thinking about stopping you know.

Why are we searching for our ancestors?

To link past generations to future generations…

At least this is what I have been doing since 2008, first on Nos ancêtres, a blog written in French, then this one you are reading right now.

I always reflect upon what I am doing here writing post after post after post on “dead” people.

Just linking past generations to present generations so they will in turn share what they know to future generations…

The problem is getting the right ancestors which is  not  always easy.


The first guest post

This is post No. 1079. I have written 1078 posts since September 2009. This is the first guest post on Our Ancestors.

There is always a  first time… 


There is a great mystery in our family, whom none have been able to solve: Who is the mother of Martha Dano Jackley?

Because Martha married into the Jackly/Jackley family in 1866, all Jackleys doing genealogy have exhausted themselves trying to solve this puzzle. Add to this the variant phonetic transcriptions, errors in transcribing hand-written census, birth and other Canadian records from so long ago, and we are all worn out with this quest. (We are sure that Martha’s father was John Dano, 1809 – 1875; birth in Canada; death 8 June 1875 in Lanesborough, Berkshire County, Massachusetts, USA.)

The photograph of Martha’s possible mother has an inscription on the back: “Great-great Grandma Dano”. There is no other information. This photograph is in the possession of a “Jackley” relative who was born in 1895. She might have been born between 1810 – 1820.

All the Jackley relatives would be so very grateful if someone could solve the mystery of Martha Dano’s heritage.

Thank you, and Profound Blessings!

Jody Neff (Largo, Florida, USA)



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Dennis Lagasse II

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