Frasers Of Fife: Epilogue

John Fraser 1880 Family Tree

The project of recording the names on the family tree found behind the furnace in my father's house took a little over a year and a half. My goal of recording everything exactly as it was written is complete. The next leg of the journey will be to verify the information and grow the tree to modern day as much as possible. This may be a journey of years.

It was not without irony that I completed my last post on November 8th, the anniversary of my father's birth. More irony, he is now buried with many of his kin on our little branch of this tree.

This journey has brought two new cousins into my life. Each possessing his own copy of the Tree. I hope that as I press forward and research into the present day more cousins will come forward.

Thanks to everyone who played along, read my posts, encouraged me to continue.

I am very excited to get to the actual work of research and I suspect there will be much to discover. Hope old John Fraser will be pleased with the growth of his tree!

From humble beginnings the Frasers of Fife spread across the globe! Now comes the fun part! Stay tuned .....


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Finding Faulkner: The Progeny | James Faulkner Boak {Gen 4}

It started, as good quests always do, with a family tale.

James Faulkner Boak (Achsah, Wm Bull, James, William) was born in Scotchtown, Orange Co, New York March 8th 1817, to parents Achsah Faulkner and Jame Boak.

James married Martha Coleman Vail (1824-1878) February 10th 1847 in Orange Co, New York. 

The couple had at least four children: all born Middletown, Orange Co, New York

• James Edwin Boak b. 21 Nov 1848 d. 1906 m. Katherine Mills no issue
• Abram Vail Boak b. 20 Oct 1849 d. Feb 1917 m. Frances Mary Brewster
• Henry Eugene Boak b. 24 Dec 1852 d. 7 Aug 1875 
• Harriet Augusta Boak b. 18 May 1857 d. 18 Feb 1878 

Jame Faulkner Boak lived his entire life in and around Wallkill, Orange Co, New York. He died April 5th 1889, burial location currently unknown. His wife Martha Coleman Vail Boak died May 9th 1878, burial location currently unknown. 

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Book Of The Week: A Genealogy of Several Branches of the Whittemore Family

A Genealogy of Several Branches of the Whittemore Family: 

Including the Original Whittemore Family of Hitchin, Hertfordshire, England: and a Brief Lineage of Other Branches

Bernard Bemis Whittemore

F.P. Whittemore, Printer, 1890 - 106 pages

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Video Of The Week: Answers Hiding in Plain Sight: Using What You Know to Discover What You ...

We watch a lot of videos in the Cave. Webinars, instructional videos, continuing education videos, you name it! If it helps with our genealogical pursuit we are all over it!

Each week we thought we'd share one we've enjoyed.

Hope you enjoy it too!



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Finding Faulkner: Mash-Up | Happy Birthday Dad

It started, as good quests always do, with a family tale.

My dad would have been 83 today.

He left us far too young.

He still had "miles to go", but cancer robbed him.

As a tribute to his life, and the catalyst for Finding Faulkner, I'd like to share a photoblog of his life with you. I'm not quite ready to honor him with words - his loss is still painful although it's been 10 years - but the photos make me smile .....

I will leave you with his favorite poem:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~Robert Frost