What Do You Read, What Do You Collect?

Copyright 2018, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

This is part of the "The Book of Me, Written By You" challenge/meme for 2018.  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I used to read, to relax, bodice ripper books, yes, those romance novels.  In the last several years, I don’t.  I have given away my collection of those books.  I read some technical books, and even those I pick at.  I’d have to say, most of my reading these days is research.  Finding ancestors.  I will say, that reading old newspapers on line is great stuff.

Look what you can discover in the newspaper.  This is Man's great grandfather.  The town is 45 minutes from our home in Michigan.  We had NO idea his grandparents lived that close, we only knew he had lived in Minnesota and Iowa.

Collect?  Ancestors of course.  I enjoy antiques but, these days they are only brought home if they are family related.  Below:  My great grandparents marriage certificate, the original and a photo of their three daughters.  They were hanging in the family home we sold a few years ago, and I was granted permission to bring them home.  

We also brought home a small van full of furniture, cause I could not part with it a fire sale prices.  Like this hutch.  I need to convince Man to move it into our "parlor".  

Till next time - - 

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The Rain, The Raincoat, The Camping/Rv Story Begins Here

Copyright 2017, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

I have looked for this photo for several years.  Since I cannot remember if I have shared before, I am going to share now.

This was taken in Harrison Michigan during what I believe is our first camping trip.  So, 1973 or 74.

We took the 2 sons, the collie dog Thor, the HUGE 9 foot by 20 foot camping tent, and tons of camping gear packed in my dad's open utility trailer, and off we went.  Ford Motor Company insisted we take two weeks vacation, along with every other plant rat, the first two weeks of July.  Man's parents joined us for much of the time.

Below, left to right, Man's mother, Millie.   Moi (the one in the rain coat with the hoodie - - to try to keep dry in the rain/drizzle).  Man.  And, some one we don't know.  LOL .  Man's father took the photo with his camera, loaded with slide film.

If you study the photo you might catch the fire blazing tall and warm. You might also note that the bench on the far right, is dripping wet. No gear on the soaking wet picnic table. Cause it was raining.  I have no idea why Man has on no jacket of any kind, but, I do know he hates rain coats, I do not.  He likes umbrellas, I do not.  He did not get cold, I always did.

The first year camping and my memory is that it rained just about 80 % of the time.  It was probably more like 60 %, but, hey, this is my story and my memory.  It rained and rained and rained some more!  We played cards in the tent while outside it was pouring down deluges. It came down so hard the water seeped up through the floor of the tent.  Did I say, it rained?

You would think that after that I would put a stop to all this camping nonsense.  Yet, here it is, well over 40 years later and we are still at it.  No tent, that's long gone.  We did the popup camper, long gone.  We did the tow behind with a bunk house and no slides (bestest ever camper for a family with young boys), long gone.  We did the tow behind with no slides, a rig meant for 2, long gone.  And, now, we tow with big ole Jolly, the Heritage RV, Miss Tana, strongly loved.  If you are interested, I have a page on another blog that shows the rigs.

In the 40 plus years, we have traveled from the Mexican border to the Canadian border and a time or two over to Ontario and in 2016 to Nova Scotia.  We have traveled from east coast, Atlantic Ocean to west coast, Pacific Ocean.  We have camped in most of the 50 states, sans, Hawaii, Alaska and a couple of states along the eastern seaboard.  Lost count of the National Parks and Monuments we have visited and no idea of how many nights we have spent in various state campgrounds/parks.  We have experienced glorious sun and more than one tornado threat/near hits.  We have winter camped (cross country skied there, just open the door, step out in the snow and ski!).  We have traveled during such cold weather that we had no running water for 2.5 days. We have done 1700 miles in 5 days of hard travel and 1750 miles in 14 days/nights.  These days, 14 nights are so much more enjoyable.  We have visited so many museums and gardens that, again, I have lost count.  Every little burg, county, town, village has something to offer those who are interested in history and the heritage of our country, they teach us to be humble and to understand the struggle of our ancestors.  We have had to shoehorn Tana into some unbelievable situations.  We had a flat tire on the 101 north of San Francisco, hope to never have that experience again.  We towed Tana up to a campground near Yosemite at 15/20 MPH, with no guard rails and me looking down hundreds of feet down at tree tops.  It has been quite the journey, 40 plus years and counting!

I have no explanation as to why I have loved this for over 40 years. But, I have and I still do.  I feel more like me in my Tana than I do in my stick built, and our home in SE Michigan is very nice and filled with my heirlooms, my family. I have no explanation and, thus, make none.

And, to think it all started with 2 weeks of rain and me in my rain coat, standing by the campfire IN the drizzle/rain.  Not sure if you can see it, but, I have a smirk on my face.  Maybe I knew even then - - 

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Oh, Edna. If This IS You, Just Too Sad for Words

Copyright 2017, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

The other night the 1921 Canadian Census became available online, thanks to the Library and Archives of Canada.  

I hit up the search engine late in the evening, cause, well, I had to.  Sleep?  Nah.  Search. Ya!

I went first to Nova Scotia to see what I might find on Man's Fenton clan there.  I found the enumeration of William and Ida (Jarvis) Fenton and noted there were 2 adopted sons in the household.  Both with the surname of Sisco.  I dug around, messaged with a Fenton researcher I share with and we identified both.  

My fast and furious searches and clicks and shocked findings are a blur now, so, to tell you the chronological search is just about impossible. Plus the fact that as the night grew cold and old and the new day dawned (meaning I searched until about 2 AM in the morning), and I grew tired, ok, MORE tired, well, the gut kept screaming, this is IT, THIS IS IT!.  But, I was so taken back by the revelations, that I knew I had to try to sleep on it, and redo the research and make better notes, and really give this all some time to seep into my core.

The short of it is, that I went to the Nova Scotia Vital Statistics site and I searched Sisco, and I started looking at just about every Sisco birth, marriage and death available.

Before I go on, I would urge you to read my story about Man's grandmother, Edna May Fenton Stevens.  Pay particular close attention to her MIA years, 1901 to 1918.  Also, note, that we have installed a headstone for Edna and Arthur since I wrote this post in 2010.  I'll be here after you read her story - - 

So, you read it?  From the piece, you saw this right?

"She does not appear on the 1911 census.  In fact, from 1901 until 1918 we have no idea where Edna is or what she is doing."

In all these years, despite many hours of researching, and even a quick trip to Nova Scotia last year, I never found another hint of any kind at what happened to Edna.  Not. One.  Hint!

But, while hunting Sisco, I found this birth record.  Please note, this is only part of the record.  From the top, name of the child, sex, birthday and place, name of father, maiden name of mother, residence of father, occupation of father, place of birth of father and race of father.

Note the name of the mother.  Edna May Fenton. As far as I know, and believe me, in this game, we never assume we know it all, there is only one Edna May Fenton that lives or lived in this area of Nova Scotia.  Man's grandmother.

You know I went looking for a marriage.  And, there is one, sorta. There is no date or place of the marriage.  Her age is not given.  Her name is noted as May Fenton.  There are no parents names. The record does not state where the parties of the marriage were born.  No name of the person that married them.  In other words, we have his name:  Alvin Sisco; her name:  May Fenton; his age is given as 21, he is a bachelor, she is single, and he is a labourer and they both live in Yarmouth.  You can find it on that Nova Scotia site, search for Sisco, marriages, 1908.

OKKK, from here on out, I am going to just list events in time line fashion.  Since I am sure in my own heart, but, feel still a bit shaky at the paper trail, please take this with a grain of salt.  I may have the wrong Edna May Fenton.  (It happens.) My findings so far, all events in or around Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada.

1908 Alvin Sisco and May Fenton at least file some paper work indicating a marriage between the two.

March 25, 1909, Muriel Sisco is born to Alvin Sisco and Edna May Fenton..

May 15, 1910, Alice May Sisco is born to Alvin Sisco and Edna May Fenton.

May 8, 1911, Bernie Sisco is born to Alvin and Edna May Fenton.  More on Bernie later.

1911 Canadian census we find Alvin born Sept 1887; Edna born March 1890; Muriel born March 1909; Alice born May 1910; Bernard, born May 1911 (he is listed as one month old).  Also in the household are David and Arthur Sisco, whom, I have determined are Alvin's brothers.

Jan 29, 1912, Alice May Sisco dies, father Alvin.

April 13, 1912, William Sisco is born, father Alvin, mother Edna May Fenton.

June 22, 1913, one "Bernard" Sisco dies, father, Alvin.  Age 13 months.  It is my belief that this is actually William Sisco born on April 13, 1912.  Given name in error.  From grief and ongoing health issues of the father, as:

August 14, 1913, Alvin Sisco dies, he had been ill for well over a year.

Now, extra notes I have gathered and am still working on:

That Bernard Sisco born May 8, 1911 is found living with William and Ida Fenton on the 1921 census as an adopted son.  Bernard Fenton dies in 1934.  Birth date of Bernard Fenton is the same as that of Bernie Sisco.  Parents listed on death certificate are William and Ida Fenton.  I know, it is muddy.  Bernard Fenton who died in 1934 is the same as Bernie Sisco born May 8, 1911.

Muriel Sisco marries one Roland Archibold Jacklyn.  The marriage record names her father as Alvin and her mother as Edna Fenton.  

You bet the search continues. And, yep, I am still in a bit of shock.  After 26 years of research, I figured I would never find Edna from 1901 to 1918.  There is still the time period of 1913 to 1918.  How did she get to the greater Detroit area to marry Man's grandfather?  Where is Muriel between 1911 and 1935?

Is this even close to being correct?

If it is, Edna gave birth to 4 children, 2 of whom subsequently died, and her husband died as well.  All of this took place from 1908 to 1913.  Five short years.

Just too sad for words.

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A Grandmother's Tears, In Her Own Words.

Copyright 2017, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

(Presented in her own spellings, grammar, punctuation.  I added some white space and dashes to hopefully assist with the reading.)

Grandma’s Thoughts

When Patrica Mother died Oct. 12, 1941 she was a good mother and loved her baby, when she went back to the hospital the second time she told Mildred  -  went they took her down stairs where they were living   -  Please Mildred take care of my baby, Mildred said, I sure will and don’t worry  -  then they left the baby at my daughter Hedwig house and was there 6 weeks  -    What a sweet baby she was   -   then on Thankgiving day, after we had Thankgiving dinner over at Hedwig  -  Ernie wanted me to take her so we brought her home that night    -  we had a baby bed and all her baby clothes such nice clothes.   -  We gave her Mother a baby shower and sure were nice clothes   -  then we put the baby bed in the front room where it was nice and warm and my bedroom in the backroom so it was quite hard get up at night to give her, her bottle  -   but I loved to do it,  -  she was my sweetheart, at eight months I had her picture taken in the front room on the coauch she make such a pretty picture   I had one large Picture and 8 small ones

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in May 1942 I took to a children specialist twice a month at Goodell school   -  this Dr Louis he came from Wyanotte Hospital very well known through the river district, she got shots as what baby suppose to have three times   -  the Dr said she is a healthy baby and is doing fine   He asked about her parents.  I told him her mother died, when the baby was 3 wks old and her dad was somewhere which we didn’t know, but, that they both had T.B.  So he asked me if her dady wasn’t cure of that dicease then I shouldn’t let the baby come close to him, if he should come around,  -  but he never showed up till 1948   -  the baby walked when 11 months  -  O we had so much fun with her to learn her to walk it was fun, she learn to talk very fast and at 2 she started to sing  -  O she said out those words so cute  -  Rosa Day and nursnery rhymes and lot other words, by then she was 3 yrs old we got a large baby bed for her and put her in our bedroom,   -  she learn to say her prayer, Now I lay me down to sleep.

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and her table paryers, Abba farther Amen,   -  and got a high chair, where she really like to sit and enjoy her meals,   -  she ate everything soup, vegetables fruits  -   when she was just a small baby she had Dexmalto Karo syrup and ornage juice and cod liver oil.   She growed up to be a healthy girl   -  play out side lots of frech air, not like the city smoke and dust and family living close together out here -  it was like in the country  -   O how she liked to pay out side with her bicycle and with her slede in the winter  -  played with her friends   -  when she was five I sent her to Kindergarden and Calvary Luth school   -  always had her dressed warm and clean   -  always clean she had a nice snow suit a red plaid it was sure nice and cute  -   the Minister pick her up for school every morning and the teacher brought her home at night,  -  O how I love my Baby  -  when she was six yrs old she was in the first grade  -  she went with us to church every Sunday and how she like to sing in

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... then when she was seven
...was in the 2 grade Mrs. Grube
...was her first teacher   Mrs Schuller
...was her 3 grade teacher and her was Mrs. Nuetchlein was her last teacher,  -  so I don’t know what teacher she has now her daddy pick her up of the street near our neighbor place May 16   -  What a shame   -  O how I miss her,   -  she has a two wheel bicyle, and many other play thing stories books - color books  - painting set, teddy bear and dolls -  a cradle rocking chair and a toy paino   -  puppy  - we always had a dog for her to play, ice skates  - sled, jumping rope  -  balls of all kinds  -  we got her every thing she needed   - what a child needs,   -  she was so happy with us  -  God Bless her where ever she may be  -  I want her to come home to grandma & grandpa then we will be a happy family again  -  she loved her Grandpa  -  went fishing with him, took her to school with the car  -    took her to the toy factory.

(Here is a photo of Patricia and her grandmother, Lilly Anna Gerth Gehrke, one of the dolls, and if you look in the bottom left corner, one of the puppies.) 

* I believe that this was written on the occasion of a court appearance over custody of Patricia.  The father won custody.  The family rift continued for years.  Patricia's life was hard, she eventually lived with another family, with whom she grew up. She described her early life, "My mother died at my birth; my father had no use for me.  I grew up dirty, many times begging for food and living in a car.  When I was twelve, I ran away and lived with an elderly couple till the age of seventeen.  These people were very good to me."  Yes, I have written about Patricia several times before here on Reflections.  See the links below.

Wordless Wednesday, Patricia Bell Lombardini

Wordless Wednesday, almost wordless

85th Carnival of Genealogy, Orphans and Orphans

I also wrote about Patricia's mother:

99th Edition Carnival of Genealogy, Religious Rites Can Tell A Life Story

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Patricia Darby deHilster - - a Cousin Passes

Copyright 2017, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

Recently Man and I learned of the passing of the wife of a cousin.  Pat was a dear lady, always fondly spoken of.

Here, in a photo taken in 2004 when Man and I visted them in Huntsville Alabama. Shortly they would move to California to join their son and recently, they moved cross country once again to Florida.

Their son, David has written some beautiful memorials to Pat.  Please read and learn about this special lady, at Patricia de Hilster - Patron of Science and Goodbye Mom.

Peace Pat, peace - - - 

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It Does Take a Village - - Thanks to Cheryl - - I am Down a Deep Rabbit Hole - - So Much Fun

Copyright 2017, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

I have said it often, if it were not for my many friends and volunteers in libraries and archives across this nation (and beyond) to continue to assist me, to help deepen my research efforts, I would not be where I am today in my efforts to record my heritage (and Man's).

This morning a Lashbrook cousin (well, Man's cousin), asked me if I had been to a specific web site with tons of links.  MMMM, I had not.

Within minutes I am finding stuff. Good stuff.  Oh, I am in so much trouble, err, such a deep rabbit hole.

Here is one of the first finds.

From the Harvard Independent, published at Harvard, McHenry County, Illinois,  Wednesday , November 22th , 1876:

“DIED 

In Butler Township, Butler Co., Iowa, Nov 6th, 1876, Dexter Phineas Lashbrook, son of Aaron and Amanda Lashbrook, aged 2 years, 4 months and 8 days.”

I had Dexter P. Lashbrook, I had his birth info.  Since about 1991 I have had his name and birth. NOW, I have his middle name, death date and place.  Here is the disclaimer.  Iowa death records began, sorta, in about 1880.  We all know that at the beginning of the reporting requirements that it is a hit or miss proposition.  I did some serious Butler County research a few years back.  I believe I investigated everything Butler and Lashbrook. That said, things are missed and overlooked or recorded in a "strange" place and never found. It  happens.  That's why we look again and again and never give up hope.  I will record his death date as Nov. 6, 1876 until such time as I may find a better or more accurate source. For now, this is the best.  It's all I have ever found.  It's not perfect, but, dang, its TONS more than I have ever had.  It's happy dancing time!

Thank you Cheryl.  I'll be in touch, but, it may be weeks!   LOL

*  The web site for those that may be interested is The Ancestor Hunt

So, why is it that I have not been to this web site??  Cause.  LOL  I spend a lot of time mining Virginia vitals from the A dot com site.  And.  Cause.  Life.

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The Naming of Two Husbands - - I Love Death Certificates

Copyright 2017, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

During the ongoing cleaning, organizing, consolidating work on the computer files and the genie data base, I sometimes find a document that is just a bit more informative than others, like:

Naomi Eley, born to Stephen A. Eley and his wife Anne H. Edwards.  Up until this past weekend, that was about all I knew about Naomi.

I now know she was married twice, check out box 18 on her death certificate.

Naomi's first marriage was to Wallace C. Varner, by whom she had a daughter, Mildred. And, then, Naomi was married to B. H. Lane.  By the way, B. H. stands for Benjamin Harrison.

I now have Naomi's death certificate, and have located her memorial on Find A Grave. 

I have located the date of her marriage to Wallace via the delayed birth registration of her daughter Mildred.

I have Wallace's death certificate.

I have Benjamin's death certificate and I know where he is buried.

I have the delayed birth registration and death certificate of Mildred.

The information is flowing in faster than I can process it.

I'm having a great time.

Yea, I love death certificates.

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Building a House for $1,175.00, The Garage Will Cost Ya Another $30.00

Copyright 2016, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

The purging and cleaning of the offices goes on and on and on.  Headway, is slow, but, it is headway.

Today's find, agreement between builder/contractor and my great-grandmother Lorena for building of a home, 1924.  The contractor to furnish labor for all wood work, brick foundation, two flues, lathes and plaster, slate and shingles sufficient to cover house and porches, paint house two coats inside and out (color may be selected by owner). Contractor to furnish nails, electrical wiring.

Owner to furnish  lumber, brick, lathes, sash and doors, also a "pump drove", sand, lime for brick work and sand for plaster.  However, the contractor to supply the plaster for the interior.

Ah, the simple times.



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She Loved Cats - - - The Poignant Cards

Copyright 2016, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

For close to two weeks, Man and I have been assisting in the opening, cleaning, sorting, listing,  of a family home up here in Rockingham County Virginia.

It's quite overwhelming cleaning out a family home. Poignant. Memories. Stories. Things not realized before, now learned. A little love affair. 

Cards filled with the same "sorry we could not visit". "Hope to come soon". "So and so is ill. " Moaning about the cold snow and sleet. Who is sick, married. Babies conceived and born. The threads of our lives.

Reducing a long interesting life to a few photos, letters and cards. 

Many cards trashed. The relationships and friendships at the bottom of a trash bag. Bitter sweet.

Tis a difficult chore, closing down a family home.

Cards with tons of cats on the greeting cards, she loved cats, and everyone knew it.  This collection from just a handful of the two boxes of greeting cards we found in the house.

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A Different Kind of Easter Photo

Copyright 2016, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

This Easter photo, or what I believe is a photo taken at Easter (see the corsage I am wearing) was taken about 1960ish.

It was taken at my grandmother's home.  The structure on the right is her home, the brick structure on the left is the town's water supply treatment plant.  In back of us, the hill goes slightly up, and then, it drops off dramatically to the North Branch of the Shenandoah River.

Now, why we are standing out there with the cows is beyond me.  And, I am gonna say it right here, for some reason, my brother Don and I look less than thrilled. We were NOT raised on a farm.  OK, the baby chicks were fine, but, this cow thing??  MMM.  Not so sure.

Some flower appears to be blooming, down center front.  Or a weed.

No colored eggs, no chocolate bunnies, no marshmallow peeps, just cows for us.

Happy Easter - - 

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Grinning and Splitting Logs:: David Halterman

Copyright 2016, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

When I can steal a few minutes I link photos and documents I have accumulated in my years of research.  It usually ends up in a bit of time spent reviewing research and a lot of time enjoying the fruits of the years of gathering family.

This is David Halterman, my great-grandfather.  He lived up at the Virginia/West Virginia line right on Route 259. I remember visiting the home many times.  I have very good memories of both David and his bride, Ida.  I have a number of "heirlooms" in my home that came fro the "farm".  They are among my most beloved belongings.

Today, I came across this photo during some review and linking.

David splitting logs about 1960.  On the left is brother, Don, and on the right is yours truly. (Gotta love that babushka).

David died in 1965 at the age of 89, so, he is about 84 here.

Look at that grin on his face.  Priceless.




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And, The Winner Is - -

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

Back on January 9th I announced a contest here on Reflections.  I posted links to the blog/contest at several places on Facebook and several places on Google +.  The contest was also mentioned on a Google + hangout of the Legacy Virtual Users Group, of which I am one of the moderators.

Then, I sat back and waited.  There were a few entries.  Then, over on Facebook we got a discussion (more like a long running fun fest) going on my profile wall and a few more entries arrived.  One particular friend had me laughing out loud (that would be travelingdoggie, just for the record) with her entries.

For the record, six of the entrants are people of whom I aware from the blogging social media world, and two others are friends from the RVing world, friends I have actually had the pleasure of  meeting in person.

That makes no difference in this contest.  Really.  I wanted 50 words or less.  That actually eliminated a few of the entries.  One entrant had multiple entries.  There was nothing in my rules against that by the way, the contestant was spot on about that.  And, just for the record, I counted the words.  I did a actual count, I used Word Perfect to count.  (Word Perfect counts every word, even single letter words, such as "I".) On the entries that had over 50 words, I even manually removed the words that were 1 and 2 letters, leaving only words with 3 letters or more (which was how I learned to count words in a manuscript back in the dinosaur days).

Some of the entries were simple pleas, some had style and rhyme.  The creativity was impressive!

One entry was published with a bit of  hesitation by me, as it contained subtle advertising.  I have NO advertising on my blog and I have a clear statement forbidding it as a comment.  I broke my own cardinal rule by allowing it.  The entry had more than 50 words, quite a few more.

I wanted an entry that pulled at my heart strings.  Several did. But, I have to make a choice and believe me, this was a headache creating choice.

This has been fun.  I learned lots.  And, the winner IS:

Jodi Spade Roessler 

I'll contact you Jodi.  Congrats!




* Disclaimers, etc.  The Legacy web site is here.   More about Legacy webinars can be found here.  I won this copy in a drawing during the live webinar presentation.  I am giving it away, it is my free will decision to do so.  Legacy has NOT asked me to do this, but, they are aware I am doing it and have cooperated with me in the mechanics required to transfer my win to the Reflections future winner.  I am not an employee of Legacy.  I do act as a moderator on the Google Plus community Legacy Virtual Users Group.  Said group has no official standing OR affiliation with Legacy Family Tree and/or Millennia.  The LVUG community is a stand alone users group, with a goal of helping each other get the most out of Legacy.  I think that covers the transparency/disclaimers.  I hope!

** I have never done a contest before, I am sure it shows!  LOL
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Reflections is Having a Contest, Right Here, Right Now!

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

Recently I was able to watch a webinar on "What’s New in Legacy Tree 8".  If you have not seen it, you can view it here, it will remain a free webinar.

As chance would have it, I won one of the “door” prizes.  A copy of the Deluxe Legacy 8 and the PDF book.

And, as chance would have it, I already have my copy, paid for.  I have been using it for several weeks.  I was an “early” adapter of Legacy 8.  I rarely do that, but, I did this time, never regretted it, never looked back.

And, so, thanks to Legacy, I have an extra copy and now YOU have a chance to win that copy.  Legacy has agreed to allow me to run a contest and award my copy to a winner here at Reflections.

One copy!  One winner!  My contest!  My rules!

And, they are going to be a bit different.  No drawing this time.

So, if you have NOT paid for Legacy 8, here is your opportunity to WIN a full functioning Deluxe copy.  You know you want Legacy 8, and you know you want to be a winner!

And, here is how:

In 50 words or less, convince me that you just MUST have Legacy 8.  Convince me to pick YOU as the winner.

Yep, that easy.  Yep, that hard.

I will pick the winner based on your responses, and how they play here on Reflections.

Simple.

Please respond here on Reflections.  There is no captcha, but, all comments are moderated.  Also, note, that no Anonymous comments are allowed.

Contest starts now and ends at midnight, Eastern Standard Time, January 20th.  I will announce the winner before January 25th, 2014, unless life and/or illness prevent.  I want to award before Man and I hit the road on the 30th.

Good luck to you all --

Convince me - -




* Disclaimers, etc.  The Legacy web site is here.   More about Legacy webinars can be found here.  I won this copy in a drawing during the live webinar presentation.  I am giving it away, it is my free will decision to do so.  Legacy has NOT asked me to do this, but, they are aware I am doing it and have cooperated with me in the mechanics required to transfer my win to the Reflections future winner.  I am not an employee of Legacy.  I do act as a moderator on the Google Plus community Legacy Virtual Users Group.  Said group has no official standing OR affiliation with Legacy Family Tree and/or Millennia.  The LVUG community is a stand alone users group, with a goal of helping each other get the most out of Legacy.  I think that covers the transparency/disclaimers.  I hope!

** I have never done a contest before, sure hope I covered all the bases.

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