Prune picker

Prune picker is a Depression Era term for a native Californian. It was not a complement. In the thirties when I was a boy there were times that I was the only prune picker in a group. Everyone else had been born somewhere else.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

(Widower 18) I loved looking for cemeteries in Kentucky!

I settled in for a week stay in Georgetown, Kentucky. Close to the Munson Counties and cemeteries ant the capitol of Frankfort. I visited the State Genealogical Library in Frankfort. I also continued on my education in old old cemeteries.First cemetery I visited in Millersburg

The blog indicates my disappointment. I went to the County Seat in Paris and asked for help. A look at an older almost abandoned cemetery in Millersburg. I am beginning to give up on my quest for a photograph of each of my great grandfather headstones. I was disappointed but enjoyed my stay in Kentucky. I took a tour of horse farms. Horse Farm Tour.

I found a grand grave. It was the grave of Daniel Boone, the Father of Kentucky. It overlooks the capitol. Daniel Boone.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

(Widower 17) The Munson/Monsons of Kentucky.

My line of Munson/Monsons were in Kentucky for a long time. There must be many there still as my ancestors had large families. My Great grandfather 4th, Samuel Munson, was my first ancestor to move to Kentucky.

Samuel Munson (great grand 4th) 1717 to 1790 died in Fayette County.
Samuel Munson (great grand 3rd) 1760 to 1832 died in Harrison County. (Cholera plague)
Joel Munson (great grand 2nd) 1791 to 1860 died in Harrison County.
Abner L Monson (great grand 1st) 1825 to 1875 died in Robertson County. (note the name change)
James Mart Monson (grandfather) 1856 to 1927 died in Kenton County.

My Dad Charles Abner Monson 1881 to 1957 died in Los Angeles County, California. He was adopted at an early age by his Uncle Charles Morton Monson. He was raised in Stirling, Kansas.

So my line of the Munson Solomon Clan lived in Kentucky from around 1750 with  the arrival of Samuel (great grand 4th) to the time when my Dad moved to Kansas around 1885. Say around 135 years.

The Kentucky Munsons lived in six counties. Fayette, Bourbon, Harrison, Robertson, Bracken, and Kenton. These counties lie between Lexington and the northern border of Kentucky. My Dad was born in Covington, Kentucky which is in Kenton County, just over the river from Cincinnati, Ohio. See County map of North Central Kentucky.
My Dad always felt like a son of Kentucky. I do not remember him ever mentioning Kansas. He worked with horses all his life or until they went out of style for work. His favorite complement for a person (I use it often) was " you sir, are a gentleman, and a scholar, and a good judge of horse flesh".

Bluegrass Country. (I love the country and the music!)

A visit from a couple of Duck Commanders.

They look a little like my great grandsons, Ross and Christian Newberry.

Monday, July 21, 2014

(Widower 16) Side trip to Philadelphia and Valley Forge.

I added a trip to Philadelphia and Valley Forge and the Flight 93 Crash Site Memorial. I have mentioned that I am a tourist with a passion for cemeteries, haven't I?

I had a terrible time driving into the Independence Hall area of Philadelphia. Got lost once or twice. Escorted tours have a lot going for them. But I got there. Here is a picture of the Liberty Bell.

I took the picture through the window. The line was too long to get inside. I really enjoyed the Benjamin Franklin grave. A lovely cemetery. See my blog on it.  Franklin Grave,

I also enjoyed a tour of nearby Valley Forge. See blog. Valley Forge. I stayed in a motel close to the King of Prussia Mall. I ducked into the mall for a snack. Jackie would have loved the mall. See blog. King of Prussia Mall.

I drove to the Flight 93 Memorial in Shanksville, PA. See blog.  Flight 93 Memorial.

Then on to Kentucky. Where four great grandfathers are buried, and a natural grandfather. (An adopted grandfather is buried near Stirling Kansas. The  two grandfathers are brothers.) I drove with baited breathe anxious to get to the five cemeteries and gravesites. Almost all were in North central Kentucky.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Goodbye 88! I am 89 now.

Today is the start of my ninetieth year of breathing. To celebrate I requested brisket and apple pie. And a gala party.

I got my every wish. I was treated so nice. I really appreciated it. Thanks to John, Kerry, David, Joy, Ethan, Ross, and Christian. Today is high on my list of best birthdays!

Thanks also to those folks in Facebook land with their thoughtful greetings. I am not sure that i acknowledged your greeting properly but thank you.

(Widower 15) Morristown, New Jersey. Great grand Solomon.

I spent just a few days in New Haven. I found the gravestone of Thomas (great grand 8th). I am reasonably sure that the graves of Samuel (great grand 7th) and Samuel (great grand 6th) are in the cemetery in Wallingford. I could not identify any headstones for them. There were many headstones in the Wallingford cemetery worn completely smooth. Many stones were 300 years old. Sandstone does not last forever.

Thomas had one son. His son had nine sons. These nine sons (one is my great grand 6th, Samuel) had 17 sons. The Munsons are divided into 17 clans. Each clan is named after the names of these 17 great grandsons of Thomas. I am in the Solomon Clan. Solomon (great grand 5th) is the oldest son of Samuel (great grand 6th).

Solomon is said to be the first Munson to move away from the New Haven area. He moved to Morristown, New Jersey. Morristown was established by English Presbyterians from New Haven and Long Island in 1715. Solomon was born 1689 in Wallingford and died 1773 in Morristown. He was buried in the Burying Ground of the First Presbyterian Church in Morristown. My heart went pitter pat with excitement as I headed for his grave. I knew that I was going to find Solomon's headstone.

Solomon and family moved 113 miles to a town yet to be built, in the middle of the 18th century. Here is a picture of the First Presbyterian Church of Morristown. Still in use today.

Alas and alack.  Even tho I spent hours looking, I could not find Solomon's headstone. The stones were too worn. With time and the help of local genealogists I might be able to find it. I would not mind going back. Here are some pictures I took.

See how worn the stones are? Also look how close we are to the city, Morristown just reeks of history. It was the headquarters of George Washington several times. Remember George? He first met Lafayette here. Remember Lafayette?

Morristown is only 32 miles from New York. I considered going in to see Ground Zero. But I had scheduled events to attend. If I went back, I could use public transportation to the city in between studying up on Solomon, the Father of my Munson Clan.

I am posting this on July 20, 2014. This is my 89th birthday. I am hoping for a 90th.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

(Widower 14) Chris laid to rest with his Mother. Trip to New England.

On September 13, 2011 my nephew Daryl and I joined representatives from the Arlington Cemetery to conduct a ceremony for Chris and place his ashes in the ground near his mother's ashes.  See pictures. Chris's Burial Ceremony. It gives me much comfort to know that  the ashes of Chris and his mother are buried together. The grave is only 2 or 3 blocks from the main entrance to Arlington National Cemetery. The Pentagon and the Washington Monument can be seen from the grave. Since the first time that Jackie and I visited Arlington in the seventies I have thought about being buried there. It seems appropriate as we never did spend much time in any one place.

It was an exciting ride from DC to New Haven, Connecticut. My GPS and I made it. For part of the way we were driving in the Bronx. I think that is part of New York City. I knew that the headstone for my 8th great grandfather was in the Grove Street Cemetery near Yale University in New Haven. I found a hotel near there. I stayed several days and did some walking. I drove to a cemetery of interest in Wallingford, a few miles away. Here is link to Grove Street Cemetery blog. There were lots of pigeons.  See pigeons of the Grove Street Cemetery.

Thomas Munson (great grand 8th) was one of the founders of New Haven. His signature was on the founding document for New Haven. His son Samuel Munson (great grand 7th) went a little north and was one of the founders of Wallingford. His signature is on the founding document for Wallingford. I drove to Wallingford and spent some time there. Spent a lot of time at the cemetery. See Wallingford Cemetery. I did not find his gravestone. As I comment in the blog many stones were worn away to the point where you could read any thing. I was to look at many such headstones on this trip.

It was not all cemeteries on my visit to New Haven. Two blocks away there was a volleyball game on the Yale campus. See Vollleyball game . I found a museum to go to. Peabody.

I walked around Yale. Some of the Munson family donated a substantial parcel of land for the founding of Yale University. The Munson held a reunion at Yale in 1987. The reunion was held to celebrate the 350th anniversary of the first appearance of Thomas Munson in America in 1637. Here is an interesting picture of the group.

Friday, July 18, 2014

(Widower 13) 2012 Trip East. Cemetery Tour.

I had to take the ashes of my son Christopher David to Arlington National Cemetery. His ashes were to be placed in my cemetery plot alongside the ashes of my wife Jackie. I had gone through a lot of meticulous paperwork to obtain permission for Chris's ashes to be placed with the ashes of Jackie and I. Each of my other children had to sign a notarized statement that this was approved by them. Also Chris had to have been single with no children. I was so pleased when the Commander of Arlington sent his approval. I set up an appointment for the ceremony at the gravesite on a day in September. Then I worked up a schedule for the trip.

This was my tentative plan. I would drive to Springfield, Illinois and attend a genealogical conference. (Federation of Genealogical Societies) Then to Arlington. Then to New Haven, Connecticut to start a search for the graves of my great grandfathers (I had challenged myself to get a picture of each grave). That would entail 3 graves in Connecticut, 1 grave in New Jersey, and 5 graves in Kentucky. You can see why I have given to this trip the title "Cemetery Tour". So, if you have a warm spot in your heart, like me, for cemeteries, come with me.

I drove to Springfield, Illinois. Registered at the FGS Conference. Attended some lectures. Slipped out to the first gravesite of my Cemetery Tour. See Lincoln Tomb. I attended a lot of lectures, all on genealogy and related subjects. I walked to the Lincoln Museum. I walked to a lot of places. Here is a blog on a day when I took 9500 steps.

On my way from Springfield to Washington, DC I stopped over night in Zanesville. Ohio. On my way out of Zanesville I came upon the Zane Grey Museum. It was not to open for quite a while. I was way to early to go in the Museum, Darn! See Zane Grey.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

(Widower 12) Finally get home from Third Tour of West Coast.

From Big Bend Country I headed south on the that old familiar Interstate 10. Got off at Fredericksburg. Two items to see here. The Nimitz Museum and the Museum for the World War 2 in the Pacific. See the blog about my visit. WW 2 in the Pacific.  See more of visit. More pics. Notice the indication of an area called Bloody Nose Ridge on Peleliu Island. I was wounded on that Ridge. I have lunch at the Ruston Senior Center with a gentleman named Robert Rinehart. Robert was wounded on the Ridge twice. We can talk about old times in the Pacific. Both of us were later involved in action on Okinawa.

It is really a fine Museum, covers several blocks. Offers several escorted tours. Several good German Restaurants in Fredericksburg. I found one.

Then catawampus across Texas to College Station. I visited the George Bush Museum. Very nice museum. By this time I was just about museumed out! It was good to head home to Good Old Ruston. What a nice place!

It was quite a trip. I was left with a hunger for more Grand Farewell Tours of the West Coast, however. In 2011 I take a cemetery tour of the East Coast. Then 2012 I take another Final West Coast Tour. (May have been my last.)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Scenes from the Good Old Days at Jefferson Corner.

I ran across these collages of pictures from the Christmas of 2011. See Good Old Days.
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