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Four Generations - My grandfather Fred Moore, my great great grandmother Jennie Cole, my great grandmother Blanche Purdy Moore, my dad's sister Yvonne Moore
 

The Sixth Generation

Thanks to Thomas at Geneabloggers for the idea to respond to LA Weekly in such a positive way.

Remembering My Dad, Tony Moore, on his 76th birthday

When my father passed away in 2008, I wrote an obit for him, but was unable to publish it in full. In remembrance, I am posting the unedited version here:

Anthony "Tony" Michael Moore passed away on August 1, 2008 at his home in Vista, surrounded by his wife and children.  Born April 29, 1935 to Fred and Wanda (Allen) Moore, Tony spent his youth in and around the Seattle, Washington area. He received a degree in business from the University of Washington, where he met his wife of 50 years, Janis Proctor. They married in 1958. Shortly thereafter, the US Navy relocated the young couple to Southern California where they settled and raised their family.  A longtime resident of both Rancho Bernardo and Vista, Tony was in management for JCPenney's for over 25 years and in 1988, with his wife, opened his own business - Ear Labs Hearing Aid Centers (Escondido, Vista, Lake San Marcos), retiring in 2005. He was a wonderful, loving husband and father and will be remembered for his strength of character and kindness by all who had the honor of knowing him. Other than spending time with his family, he enjoyed gardening, tennis and the LA Dodgers. His sister says that when he was a little boy, his most ardent wish was to have a family of his own. As a dedicated family man, he certainly accomplished this. He is survived by his wife Janis, his daughter Erin Huffer and husband John; daughter Ann Gingrich; daughter CeCe Moore; son Anthony Moore, Jr and wife Yukari; sister Yvonne Hawkins and husband Vern; brother Sid Moore and wife Shirley; seven grandchildren- Amber, Ashley, Courtney, Rochelle, Paige, Hiro and Nicolas; and two great-grandchildren Harrison and York.

He is greatly missed.

Martin A. Moore of Bad Axe, Michigan (1919-2010)

I was sorry, but not surprised, to see that my fourth cousin once-removed Martin Moore had passed away a few months ago. My latest correspondence to him was unanswered and I feared this was the reason. He had been a genealogy enthusiast up until a few years ago and kindly shared with me his research about our shared (3rd and 4th) great grandfather Henry Moore (1771-1827) of Beverley, Ontario, Canada. (I am descended from his oldest son John and Martin was descended from his youngest son William.) He even sent me a photo of himself standing at Henry's grave in Sheffield Cemetery, Ontario, Canada.

Martin standing by the headstone of our great grandfather Henry Moore/More with our cousin Shirley McAndless, 1987. Courtesy Martin Moore

Published in the Huron Daily Tribune on October 1, 2010:

Martin A Moore, 91, of Bad Axe, died Wednesday, Sept. 29, 2010 at Courtney Manor of Bad Axe with his daughter by his side.

He was born Feb. 16, 1919 in Cass City, to the late Phillip and Eva (Martin) Moore.

He was united in marriage to Helen Mae MacLachlan on Nov. 6, 1945 at the Elkton Methodist Parsonage. She preceded him in death May 13, 2010.

He was a graduate of Cass City High School. He also was a member of the Bad Axe First United Methodist Church. Martin farmed near Cass City of many years. He also was employed by Active Industries of Elkton as a production worker until his retirement.

He is survived by, one daughter, Florence Welch and her husband, William, of Attica; one brother, Stanley (Terri) Moore of Bowie, Md.; five nieces, Connie (Chuck) Parker of Charlotte, Ann (Bill) Gotham of Sevierville, Tenn., Joan (Bill) Holda of Dewitt, Cindy Freland of Bowie, Md. and Lisa (Charley) Sandberg of Ellington, Conn.; two nephews, Larry Moore of Alexandria, Va. and Tom Moore of Bowie, Md.; eight grand-nieces, Bethany (Eric) Thomas of Clearwater, Fla., Amanda (James) Brokow of Knoxville, Tenn., Alisha and Lauren Gotham both of Sevierville, Tenn., Lara Sandberg of Ellington, Conn., Alysia and Audrea Freland, both of Bowie, Md. and Sarah Moore of East Lansing; seven grand-nephews, Philip Moore, Portland, Maine, Andy Moore of Alexandria, Va., Kyle Sandberg of Ellington, Conn., Brad Holda of Clarksville, Tenn., Brian (Shana) Holda of Grand Rapids, Jeff (Jennifer) Parker of Okemos and John (Tracie) Parker of Hudsonville; three great-grand-nieces; and two great-grand-nephews. He also is survived by Helen’s two nephews, William (Judy) Britt and Douglas (Connie) Britt all of Cass City; seven great-nieces and nephews; and 15 great-grand-nieces and nephews.

He was predeceased by his wife, Helen; his parents, Philip and Eva Moore; one brother, Lawrence Moore; one sister, Ina Bissett; two brother-in-laws, Jack Wendell and Glen Bissett; and a sister-in-law, Ellen Moore.

Funeral service will be conducted at 11 a.m. Saturday Oct. 2, 2010 at MacAlpine Funeral Home “Mac Chapel” with the Rev. Jean Love, pastor officiating. Burial will take place in Colfax Township Cemetery.

Visitation will be from 3 until 7 p.m. Friday at MacAlpine Funeral Home “Mac Chapel” in Bad Axe and from 9 a.m. until the time of service Saturday.

Memorials may be made to the First United Methodist Church of Bad Axe. 

Goodbye, friend.

Washington State Archives

Washington State really does have an amazing service for us genealogists. Through their Ask An Archivist program, I have received so much valuable information about my family.  They recently photocopied and mailed me the entire file from my Moore grandparents' divorce in 1947, as well as the property records from one of the houses that my great grandfather Dan Proctor built - all for just the cost of photocopies and mailing ($8.50). In the past, they have located marriage records and death records that I was unable to find. For anyone who is doing family history research in Washington State this is a resource that should not be overlooked.

Sepia Saturday #65 - The Pride of St. Paul



Cliff and Martha Purdy - St Paul, Minnesota, c.1940


This Sepia Saturday photo is of J. Clifford and his wife Martha (Block) Purdy. On the back of the photo is written, "The Pride of St. Paul" and it is stamped, "Ellsworth Purdy Photography". Without my knowledge of Cliff's ties to Minnesota (he was born there), the inscription would have been confusing since Cliff and Martha lived in Seattle, Washington. Many of Cliff's Purdy relatives were still back in Minnesota, so this may have been taken during a road trip out to visit them. I am not sure about the year it was taken. I would guess it is between 1935-1945. Does anyone recognize the car?
I love the unusual design of the photo and Cliff's "style"!
Cliff was the brother of my great grandmother Blanche Purdy Moore. Unfortunately, this much-loved couple didn't have any children, so I have inherited many photos of them. The uniqueness of this one makes it my favorite.

(Sepia Saturday is a blogging prompt to encourage bloggers to post their old photos with written commentary. The photos don't have to be sepia. Please visit the link for more fabulous SS posts.)

Wedding Wednesday: Fred and Wanda (Allen) Moore and A Special Gift

Wanda (Allen) and Fred Moore, 1932

A funny thing happened when I started writing this post. After all the detailed research I've done (sometimes back to the 1500s), I realized I didn't even have the wedding date of my paternal grandparents! I don't know how I overlooked that all these years. 

That is one benefit to writing a genealogy blog. It gives you the opportunity to focus on and summarize all you know about one person or family. This exercise often leads to additional, more indepth research that I had never gotten around to before. This is usually especially true about ancestors who are not in my direct line and often do not have any descendants. I have a lot of interesting photos of ancestors who fall into this category, so this has prompted me to peer into their life a bit more than I would have otherwise. Everyone deserves to be remembered, so I am always happily satisfied to have gotten a bit of their life down for posterity.

Anyway, back to Fred and Wanda, my dad's parents. I knew they were married sometime after the 1930 Federal Census and before my aunt's birth in January 1934. When I realized that I didn't have their exact wedding date, I asked my aunt if she knew what it was. Since she didn't, I sent off an inquiry to the archivist for Washington State. Last Spring when I visited Seattle, I drove by both of my grandparents' addresses from the 1930 Census and realized that they only lived a few blocks from each other. From this I assumed that they must have met in the neighborhood, so I told the archivist that I was pretty sure that they were married in King County. I was quite surprised to receive a very quick reply with a link to their marriage certificate from Jefferson County dated September 12, 1932. I was even more surprised to see that they were both recorded as residents of Umatilla, Oregon at the time of their marriage. For me, this document has led to more questions than it gave answers: Why would they both be living in that small town just over the Washington State line BEFORE their marriage when I know they must have met each other in their Seattle neighborhood?  

My mother just told me that Wanda and Fred met in a library where Wanda was a librarian and that Wanda's family didn't approve of her marrying Fred, so maybe they ran away to Oregon together. But, then, why would they come back to Washington to marry? I don't recognize the names of the witnesses at all, so it appears they married at the Methodist Parsonage of Edmonds, Washington with neither of their families in attendance. 

Why did they get their license in Jefferson County, but get married in Snohomish County, causing the recorder to cross out "Jefferson" and write in "Snohomish" as the place for the marriage? 

Why is it marked "Unofficial"? When I inquired in this regard, the archivist explained: 

"I believe the reason it is 'unofficial' is that in 1932, marriage certificates were filed in the county in which the marriage took place, which was Snohomish County, and probably specifically Edmonds.  A copy of the certificate was filed in the county where the license was issued, which is Jefferson.  This particular record came from Jefferson County.  You might find a 'non-unofficial' record at the Snohomish County Auditor’s office.  (Marriage licenses are now file with the State Department of Health)."

It seems there is more of this story to discover.

The following is really more fitting for Treasure Thursday, but because of the serendipity involved, I will include it with this post.

Another funny thing happened today. As I was writing this post, my mom came over and gave me the fan that Wanda gave to me before she died, not knowing that I was writing about her today. It is very special because my father had given it to Wanda when he was in the Navy and then she gave it to me. On the outside of the box is his inscription to her and and hers to me: "For: Mom, From:Tony" and "For you, CeCe, now. Much love, Grandma"

The fan is made of pure ivory and purchased in Hong Kong during my dad's naval days, c.1959.  I had forgotten all about it and was pleasantly surprised to receive it today. Of course my favorite part is the writing on the box - first my dad's and then my grandmother's. I am so glad that she had the foresight and sentimentality to make this special gift. I will cherish it and, one day, add my writing to it.

Mapping out a Life: On the Trail of John Armstrong Moore...

John Armstrong and Clara Moore c.1921, Seattle

I found this photo in my mother's box of family pictures. Luckily for me, someone long ago identified it on the back as "Grandfather's oldest brother John Moore and wife".  In this case, "grandfather" refers to Willard Calvin Moore, my great grandfather. He was the youngest son of Calvin Benjamin and Mary (Armstrong) Moore of Tuscola, Michigan. John Armstrong Moore was their oldest son. This photo inspired me to investigate John's life a little further. Using Ancestry.com and Family Search, I was able to map out an outline of John's life.

The Basics:
I already had the 1860 Federal Census of the family, where John appears as a one year old with his parents, grandmother and paternal aunt in Kalamo, Eaton, Michigan. Then, in 1870, the growing family appears intact in Columbia, Tuscola, Michigan. In 1878, John's mother Mary died, so when the family appears on the 1880 Federal Census farming in Akron, Tuscola, Michigan, it is without her. Unfortunately, I can't be sure what John was doing in most of his early adulthood because we don't have the 1890 Federal Census and I haven't found him in any state censuses yet. However, the 1900 Federal Census does give me an approximate marriage date for John and his wife Clara McDowell of 1885. Since, I found Clara working as a schoolteacher (perhaps teaching John's younger siblings) and living near John's family in the 1880 Census, this probably means that he stayed in Tuscola until, at least, 1885 when they married. By 1900, John and Clara are found farming all the way in Surry, Virginia. None of their family members appear to have moved with them, so I will probably never know what motivated that move. This census does list a birth month/year for John of Oct 1858. Since, I have not found a birth record for him yet and it seems to fit with the 1860 Census, I will go with that until I have additional information. Going on to the 1910 Federal Census, I find John and Clara all the way on the other side of the country in San Francisco! John is working as a carpenter and Clara is listed as the mother of 0 children. Then, in 1920 John and Clara have moved to Seattle. John is still a carpenter and Clara is working as a "special nurse".  I found Clara's death certificate on Family Search, which lists her as having died on October 16, 1923 in Seattle. Next, John is found in 1930 as a widower working as a farm laborer in McKee, Marion, Oregon. I was unable to find a death record for him.

Analysis:
By integrating the family stories that have been passed down with the records above, I am able to make sense of some of this information.
John and Clara sure moved a lot! This could possibly be explained by John's father's remarriage. After Mary's death, Calvin married a neighbor, whom none of the children liked. This caused the family to split. In fact, my great grandfather left home at fifteen for this reason, traveling all over the country. In 1900, he is found in Cascade, Montana. A letter from my grandfather Fred Moore explained that Willard was following his much older brother John when he left home. From this, I could surmise that John may also have spent some time in Montana during the "lost" years of 1885-1900 on his way east to Virginia. I don't imagine they had any money to buy property, so there may not be many records to document their whereabouts, unless they happened to be recorded on censuses. The commonness of John's name and his state-hopping also makes it difficult to track him. The letter goes on to say that Willard later spent time in the San Francisco area, attending business school. Perhaps, he and John met up out in San Francisco sometime between 1900 and 1906 when Willard was married in Washington. It is clear that both men were forced to make their own way since circa 1900 their father Calvin, fed up with his second wife, left Michigan and all of his possessions, including the family farm, to her and her son. Willard settled in Seattle and was able to forge a very successful career as a businessman, but it seems that John may have struggled. He often appears as a boarder on the censuses and, judging from his frequent moves, was never completely settled anywhere. I was happy to see that he was in Seattle in 1920 near his brother Willard. Hopefully, my great grandfather was able to help him during his time there. The photo is labeled as 1921-22, so they were clearly in touch with each other. However, the next part of John's story gives me pause and tugs at my heart a bit. I can't help but wonder why John, a 72 year old widower, was living in Oregon alone, working as a farm laborer in 1930. Why wouldn't he have stayed close to his successful little brother in Seattle after his wife's 1923 death? Willard died suddenly in 1933, but that doesn't explain John moving away, by himself, before 1930.  Could they have had a falling-out? I sure hope not!

Conclusion:
With the resources immediately available to me, I was able to piece together much of John's life on the surface, but many questions remain. I plan on continuing to look for some of the missing records at a state level - any record of his birth and marriage in Michigan and his death record in Oregon. I checked both Seeking Michigan and the Michigan marriage collections on Family Search, as well as the Oregon State death records on Ancestry.com and Family Search, with no luck. More is coming online every day and, as I have so often learned in genealogy research, patience and persistence pays off. Although I may never get the answers to some of my questions, you never know what will pop up on the Internet tomorrow!

My Family and their Cars #11: c.1921

Jack and Fred Moore with Jennie Cole Kint Purdy Phelps in background

Fred is my grandfather and Jennie is my great great grandmother. The boys were born in 1908 and 1909, so that should help to date this photo. Any ideas?

Norie and her eagle-eyed husband pointed out that the license plate says 21 and that this may be a 1921 Packard. Thanks for the great tips!

My Family and their Cars #8: c.1910 Packard?

Willard Calvin Moore, my great grandfather

Any ideas on the year?

My Family and their Cars #1: c.1916-1920

Fred (my grandfather), Willard (my great grandfather) and Jack Moore

This started as a "Wordless Wednesday" post, but has evolved into a whole series of my ancestors with their cars. I don't know much about old cars, so I am asking for help identifying the model years for all of these cars #1-#12. Thanks for any input.

Freddie Moore c.1911

Fred Willard Calvin Moore (1908-1997)

This week's "Sepia Saturday" photo is a studio shot of my paternal grandfather Fred Moore. He was born and raised in Washington State, so I assume that is where "Christy Studio" was located. I haven't been able to find any information on it yet. If any of you have heard of it, please comment.
Fred was the first born of Willard Calvin and Blanche (Purdy) Moore. His parents were pretty well-to-do, so I have a lot of photos of him and his younger brother Jack, but this is one of my favorites. I love all the little details like his outfit, his feet (posed?), the little table he is leaning on, the flourish of the studio signature and, most of all, his little face.
Fred claimed that his mother wanted a girl so desperately that she dressed him in girl's clothes for the first few years of his life. However, in this photo, I think he looks very much like a boy in every way.
I am guessing he is about 3 1/2 here, which would make it the latter half of 1911.
What do you think?
(You can see him all grown up here in a recent "Wordless Wednesday" submission.)

Wordless Wednesday: Brothers

Tony and Sid Moore, Gabriola Island c.1944

Surname Saturday: "B" for Best

Since I am not aware of any "B" surnames in my direct line,  I have decided to write a short post about Francis Elizabeth Moore Best, my great grandfather Willard Calvin Moore's sister.
Francis was born in March 1873 in Tuscola County, Michigan to Calvin and Mary (Armstrong) Moore. On February 7, 1891, she married John Albert Best and had Helen (1892), James (1893), William (1895), Ada (1897), Laura (1901), Alvah (1904), Claud (1906) and Celia (1909).
The last time I can find her is in the 1910 Federal Census in Logan, Ogemaw, Michigan, living with her large family. Shortly after that, a descendant of one of her older children tells me that Francis took her baby daughter Celia and left the family. Apparently, they never heard from her again. I find this very surprising considering Francis' own mother died when she was a very little girl, so she knew what it felt like to grow up without a mother. It seems a strange choice to inflict upon one's own children. It makes me wonder if "leaving" was not of her own accord and, possibly, something sinister befell her.
I have searched for clues to her whereabouts many times and have found nothing. I have scoured the 1920 Federal Census looking for anyone with the first name Francis or Elizabeth with an eleven year old daughter. Every one of the women I found could be accounted for in 1910 or before. Where could she have gone? Did she completely change both of their names? Why would she do that in a time when a person could "disappear" with relative ease?  If she was running away from something, then why didn't she go to my great grandfather, who was already estranged from the family, for help?  Why didn't she ever contact her other children, even later in life?
I fear there is more to this story and it isn't good.
I can't help but question what really happened to Francis and Celia. I hope Celia grew up and lived a full life. I hope she and her mother were together and well. However, finding no trace or hint of them makes me doubt it. Hopefully, someday, one of Celia's descendants will prove me wrong when they Google her name and find me.

Wordless Wednesday: Four Generations, A Narrow Window of Opportunity - c.1934

A Narrow Window of Opportunity

L to R: Fred Moore (1908-1997), Jennie Cole Purdy Phelps (1864-1950), Yvonne Moore (1934-   ), Blanche Purdy Moore (1888-1935)

Tombstone Tuesday: Calamity Jennie

"Mamma" Jennie Cole Kint Purdy Phelps (1864-1950)

Because I wrote about Jennie yesterday, I have been thinking about her difficult life.  So, I decided to continue and tell more of her story today.  (Some of the following is supported by documents, while some has come down through family letters and stories and still needs corroborating evidence.)

As mentioned in yesterday's post, Jennie grew up without a father. Sadly, throughout her long life, she was forced to endure many more losses of the men to whom she was closest.

On January 5, 1882, Jennie married Sylvester Kint in Buchanan, Iowa and moved to Huron, South Dakota.  She quickly became pregnant with her first child, Pearl May. Heartbreakingly, the young father-to-be drank bad water while out hunting and died in 1883 before his daughter was born, making Jennie a widow at 19. Just like Jennie, Pearl was a little girl without a father. History appears to have further repeated itself when Pearl was, apparently, left behind to be raised by her paternal grandparents. Since we don't have the 1890 Federal Census, it is difficult to know for sure, but it seems that Pearl stayed in South Dakota, while her mother moved to Minnesota. Judging by what transpired later, it may have been the best place for the young Pearl.

Jennie, Courtesy Patty Wilson

Next, Jennie married Jonathan E. Purdy on May 7, 1885 in Hubbard, Minnesota. They had three children - Daniel Edward "Eddie" (b.1886) , Blanche (b.1888- my great grandmother) and Jonathan Clifford "Cliff" (b.1892). Calamity then struck again. According to a family letter, Jonathan had a cold in early January 1893. Jennie, eager to care for her husband, grabbed the tonic from the cupboard and gave it to him. Tragically, the "tonic" was actually horse liniment, which ate away the lining of his stomach from the inside. As one can imagine, he died an excruciating death a few days later on January 14, leaving Jennie alone, once again, to care for their young children.

At some point around 1895, Jennie married again to a horse trainer (hmmm...?) named William Phelps and moved to Devil's Lake, North Dakota, where her daughter Hazel was born on April 9, 1896. They must not have stayed there long because their daughter Gladys was born back in Minnesota on April 27, 1898 and the blended family was enumerated in Hubbard, Minnesota in the 1900 Federal Census. It is unclear exactly what happened next, but the family says that William was not kind to Jennie's older children and went so far as to break Eddie's arm.  Apparently, at this, Jennie ordered him out of the house and away from the family. She then took her children (except Pearl) and moved to Washington State in 1904, where she lived the rest of her life.

Unhappily, fate had two more painful blows to deal to my great great grandmother.  On May 17, 1907, her oldest son Daniel Edward Purdy dropped dead of a heart attack at only 20 years old. Then years later, shockingly, on August 18, 1935, Jennie's daughter Blanche Purdy Moore was run down by a speeding car in Seattle.

Jennie and a descendant

The years took their toll and after a very long and challenging life, Jennie died at the age of 86 on November 24, 1950. She is buried next to her daughter Gladys Phelps Roberts at the Evergreen Washelli Cemetery in Seattle, remembered with the word "Mamma" on her marker. Jennie has definitely left a legacy behind. Today, a number of her descendants are fascinated by her and her remarkable life, investing countless hours in the hope of knowing her better.

Jennie, Courtesy Patty Wilson

Monday Madness: Samuel Lampkin Moore Proctor wouldn't let me sleep until I got it right!

I have been studying my family history for about eight years now and have worked extensively on all branches of my tree, focusing intensely on many individuals in that time. I have previously never had any of the serendipitous or intuitive experiences that Hank Jones describes in his Psychic Roots books. However, several months ago, I was going through a letter that my late Great Aunt Cleo wrote about our family history and transcribing the details into my online family tree (which is set as viewable to the public). I entered many detailed stories about various relatives on her side of the family (Proctor, Travis, Hewitt, Campbell). As a side note, she mentioned that her great uncle, Samuel Lampkin Moore Proctor, had served as a Chaplain and fought for the Confederacy during the Civil War. Somewhere in the middle of entering LOTS of information on other relatives, I entered a one line comment on his profile along these lines, and continued on without much thought. (Samuel is not in my direct line and since he appears on many family trees I assumed he had been thoroughly researched, so I didn't pay that much attention to him.)
Late that night, I finally closed down the computer and went to bed. All night long, over and over, I was awakened with, "SAMUEL LAMPKIN MOORE PROCTOR" screaming in my head. Not one time did any other relative that I had worked on that night enter my head. Just repeatedly and urgently, Mr. S.L.M. Proctor! I thought maybe it was that his middle names could solve the mystery of his mother Mary's parentage. [At the time we knew her maiden name was Moore, but not her parentage. I have since solved this puzzle.] So, I finally gave up on sleeping. Exhausted and delirious, I got up and started searching on the names "Lampkin," "Moore" and 'Proctor."  Immediately, a new record popped up on Ancestry that I had never seen before and none of the other Samuel L.M. Proctor researchers had on their trees (none even had a date of death). It was "Headstones Provided for Deceased Union Civil War Veterans" (emphasis mine) with his date of death. I immediately changed the notation on his profile to indicate that he fought for the Union, not the Confederacy! I imagine any soldier who fought for the Union would be HORRIFIED to be remembered as a Confederate! He must have been so incensed by what I had written on a publicly viewable forum, that he kept after me until I changed it, lest ANYONE think he was a Confederate! 
Since I was up, I continued to do genealogy research, intending to work on my great great grandfather (his brother, Ephraim). Unexpectedly, that entire day and night, all kinds of records popped up about Samuel all over the Internet! On Findagrave.com, someone had just taken a picture of his burial marker two weeks earlier (he died in 1892)! On early Illinois history sites, I found his name over and over again in the places that my direct relatives were living. Ephraim, my great great grandfather, wasn't even mentioned once even though I know he ran a business, raised a family and lived in the area for many years. Somewhat coincidentally, I did find Samuel working with other unrelated direct relatives of mine on roads, school boards and such. Throughout the long day, I ended up documenting much of Samuel's life with random little tidbits, including his children's details and information on his grandchildren. The person who had made the initial memorial for him on Findagrave even transferred it to me immediately and I wrote a detailed bio about him, emphasizing the fact that he fought on the UNION side of the Civil War. 

That night after I finally shut down the computer, I slept very soundly with NO interruptions!
 

I know that many would say this is all just a coincidence, but to me it is quite clear what happened. One might ask, why would I be the one he "harassed" when he has so many direct descendants interested in him? I think the answer is the misinformation I had posted. So, maybe that's the way to get the attention of the ones we seek! :-)