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I just traced my paternal line, straight up from my dad, his dad, his dad, his dad, ....... etc


... to a guy named George who was born in the year 1572 in Austrup Hall, Leeds, Yorkshire, England. The record doesn't go back any further than that. But the last name retains it's same spelling all the way back to him.

I have no kids. I also have no brothers.

And I'm gonna marry a girl who has her tubes tied.

For 441 years the men in my family have had at least one son to pass on the name, but I won't. It ends with me. That's depressing. I need a beer.
I cant say for sure how far back the roots of my name goes but like you I have no brothers nor any kids and at 51 having to father a child is out of the question.
 
... at 51 having to father a child is out of the question.
Viagra :)


Go to Google & type your full name plus "ancestry". You might get search results from Ancestry.com.

If that doesn't work, type your dad's full name + ancestry. If that don't work, try your grandpa's. Eventually you'll probably find the correct person & enter a labyrinth of web pages where it shows everybody's parents, spouses, & children, and every name is click-able.

I've come to the conclusion that my grandma's grandpa Lewis Spees is not a descendant of the John C. Spees guy who wrote the genealogy in 1909 containing the story about the teenage girl who rode 22 miles in the forest at night to summon help from George Washington when her family's fort was under siege by indians. They might be cousins or possibly brothers though. John C Spees was 11 years old when Lewis was born. Not possible for them to be father/son & plus, I traced the lineage from Lewis back a few generations & the first names didn't match any of John C. Spees's siblings or even the siblings of his father John Bryce Spees, MD. It's possible there isn't even any relation at all, or the family trees split apart 100 years before those two were born or something. Still no idea how my grandma ended up with that genealogy book. She doesn't even remember her grandpa Lewis, and every time I mention him she says she had a brother named Lewis who was named after him. And then she repeats the story about how her brother Elzie was mean to her. (Elzia was a truck driver, killed in the late 70's I think when there was stopped traffic just over a hill he couldn't see until it was too late. He either plowed into the back of another truck, or he hit the ditch. I got two different stories.)

The only way I'll figure it out is if I get a large sheet of paper & draw up a flow chart or something so I can keep track of who's who in my head.
 
Hey @Duck you and yours alright? Looked a little rough up there on the news.
All it did was rain here in Columbia, TN. :D

Geezer said the power was out for about a day back at the Geezer Farm though. Some tornadoes tore some stuff up about 25 miles west of there though.
 
Yeah I just saw some leveled decks and barns in Kankakee (or however you Yankees spell it) and thought I recalled you mentioning being near there. Glad Ol' Whatshisname ;) came through.
 
I cant say for sure how far back the roots of my name goes but like you I have no brothers nor any kids and at 51 having to father a child is out of the question.

Better watch it. My Uncle was 57 when my Cousin Jeffery was born.
 
Yeah I just saw some leveled decks and barns in Kankakee (or however you Yankees spell it) and thought I recalled you mentioning being near there. Glad Ol' Whatshisname ;) came through.
You spelled it right. It's an old Indian word, ... probably the Navajo or the Illini or the Sioux or something. I don't know.

I'm just curious how you'd pronounce it. That and "Bourbonnais" which is on the north side of Kankakee.

Kankakee = Kank uh key.

When I had to have the blade shaft bearing replaced on my brand new bush hog (recall) I had to call an 800 number to find the nearest "authorized Swisher dealer" to take it to. The woman on the phone said "Kin kack ee". I almost dropped the phone because it was the first (and so far the ONLY time) I'd heard somebody mispronounce it.

Bourbonnais is a french word. The S is silent. It's pronounced exactly the way a Canadian like @rigjockey would pronounce "Bourbon". But my dad's friend says "Burr BONE us" & my dad won't let me correct him because he's black & my dad thinks it might be "ebonics" making him pronounce it that way. LMAO.

I pronounce the S & say "bourbon-ace" though, because I don't speak French.
Better watch it. My Uncle was 57 when my Cousin Jeffery was born.
My dad's dad's dad (paternal great grandpa) was 45 yrs old when his youngest was born. He ended up living to be 100 though. (two of his kids exceeded 100 too, and another one is only a couple months away & she's still sharp as a nail & on her feet every day keeping herself busy.)
 
Mrs. Duck has all of her medicine spread out on the coffee table, putting it all in her pill organizer thingy for the week.

My grandma just said "Wow you take more medicine than I do, and I'm 88 years old and I have a brain injury!"

:rolllaugh3:
 
The first time they sent me to Kankakee, I was saying it like Kancocky. Even though it is pronounced perfectly in the Willie Nelson song City of new Orleans. One of my best deliveries was in Kankakee, Rolls of paper loaded suicide. I got to the customer and they said how long it would take to unload, Pointed out a restaurant and said they had good food they where right! They where also exact on how long it takes to unload.

Good people down there. I hope they are ok after the storm.
 
The first time they sent me to Kankakee, I was saying it like Kancocky. Even though it is pronounced perfectly in the Willie Nelson song City of new Orleans. One of my best deliveries was in Kankakee, Rolls of paper loaded suicide. I got to the customer and they said how long it would take to unload, Pointed out a restaurant and said they had good food they where right! They where also exact on how long it takes to unload.

Good people down there. I hope they are ok after the storm.
The only think Kankakee has in common with the City of New Orleans is a train crash.

But it happened in Bourbonnais, not Kankakee.

A FLATBEDDER loaded with steel tried crossing the rails as the gates were going down & the passenger train named "City of New Orleans" crashed into his FLATBED and de-railed & a bunch of people were killed.

Damn FLATBEDDERS, ...
 
I'm pulling a prank on Mrs. Duck.

I set my grandma's obnoxiously loud mechanical bell type kitchen timer for 30 minutes & was gonna put it near her spot on the couch while she was in the garage doing laundry. But then I noticed it makes a loud "tick-tock" sound.

So I put it in the grandfather clock on the wall, which is an old wind-up clock that also goes "tick tick tick".

It's probably got about 20 minutes remaining til it goes off. :stirpot:

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