Geneology 05: PGGM-P-2

First order of business today was to follow handwritten notes, taking me back 21 generations to where I left off. The story starts here.

It’s actually not so bad: lots of links through similar (or identical) names, mostly up the left (paternal) side. Yesterday I had to go back 41 generations.

Following more endless trails into the past, I was struck by a name: Gurguit Barbtruc (Welsh: Gwrgant Farfdrwch) was a legendary king of the Britons as accounted by Geoffrey of Monmouth. He was the son of Belinus and was said to have found a home for the Irish people.

Gurguit was a peaceful king who followed in the manner of his father and grandfather. Yet, when the king of the Danes refused to pay tribute to Belinus’s son, Gurguit took a fleet and invaded Denmark, killing the king and reducing the country to subservience.

On the return voyage, Gurguit came across a fleet of thirty ships of men and women, called Basclenses, under the leadership of Partholoim. They had been exiled from Spain and sought a new land to live in. Gurguit did not allow them to settle in Britain but he gave them the isle of Ireland to settle, which was (according to this fanciful legend) uninhabited until then, and thus the Basclenses became the Irish.

Gurguit died peacefully and was buried in the Caerleon, a city he built up from the time his father founded it. Guithelin succeeded him to the kingship.

And who are these people?

Prasutagus was king of a British Celtic tribe called the Iceni, who inhabited roughly what is now Norfolk, in the 1st century AD. He is best known as the husband of Boudica.

Boudica was a queen of the British Iceni tribe who led an uprising against the conquering forces of the Roman Empire in AD 60 or 61. According to Roman sources, shortly after the uprising failed, she poisoned herself or died of her wounds, although there is no actual evidence of her fate. She is considered a British folk hero. (Wikipedia)

Here she is haranguing the Britons.

These people keep coming up, so I looked into them.

Alaric I was the first king of the Visigoths, from 395 to 410.

Alaric began his career under the Gothic soldier Gainas and later joined the Roman army. Once an ally of Rome under the Emperor Theodosius, Alaric helped defeat the Franks and other allies of a would-be Roman usurper. Despite losing many thousands of his men, he received little recognition from Rome and left the Roman army disappointed. After the death of Theodosius and the disintegration of the Roman armies in 395, he is described as king of the Visigoths. As the leader of the only effective field force remaining in the Balkans, he sought Roman legitimacy, never quite achieving a position acceptable to himself or to the Roman authorities.

He operated mainly against the successive Western Roman regimes, and marched into Italy, where he died. He is responsible for the sack of Rome in 410, one of several notable events in the Western Roman Empire’s eventual decline.

So far, so good. Now see if you spot anything a little, um, strange about her writeup on the same site (familysearch.org):

Nothing to see here. Move along!

Pharamond, also spelled Faramund, is a legendary early king of the Franks, first referred to in the anonymous 8th-century Liber Historiae Francorum, which depicts him as the first king of the Franks (Wikipedia)

When Queen Argotta Justin de Valentina was born about 0376, in Gaul, Roman Empire, her father, Grenobald des Cimbres, was 26 and her mother, Mrs. Genebald, was 18. She had at least 11 sons and 9 daughters with Pharamond King of France. She died in 0438, in her hometown, at the age of 62, and was buried in Gaul, Roman Empire. (familysearch.org)

One cannot help but wonder: did she think her husband was legendary?

What about his second great-grandfather, Malaric 1? Did he think Pharamond was legendary?

When Malaric I King of the Franks at Toxandrie was born in January 0295, in Gaul, Roman Empire, his father, Ragaise de Toxandrie King of the Franks, was 25 and his mother, Eva Blesinde Margolis de Alemanie, was 23. He had at least 3 sons and 1 daughter with Ascyla La Gauloise Hija des Francs. He died in January 0360, in his hometown, at the age of 65, and was buried in Gaul, Roman Empire. (familysearch)

And at last, Russians! Hailing from Veliky Novgorod.

And Grim Shaggy Cheek, the stuff of sagas.

Carrying along, we add Poland and Bohemia (Czech) royalty, including Boleslaus I, The Cruel who, despite killing his older brother in order to become Duke is considered an OK guy, Wikipedia tells us.

Elsewhere it’s fun to watch the names change in four generations (1481-1585): Whitier-Whittier-Whitear-Whytear.

Samuel Wardwell is an interesting find. He was hanged during the Salem Witch Trials after retracting a confession. But were the witch trials faked as part of an agenda? You decide. (Warning: Miles W. Mathis is almost certainly an intelligence operation, so might want to read his initials as Masterful With Misdirection.)

Sarah Hooper has an interesting connection to the Mayflower, which I wrote about about here (amusing now to think I considered that ancient history!).

And the really good news? I’m through with this. For now.

One last note: interesting that my mother’s line ends with her parents, and my father’s mother’s line ends on her mother’s side. But after all this, that’s OK.Honest.

Genealogy 04: PGGM-P1

This is part 4. The story starts here.

Switching from my paternal great-grandfather to my paternal great-grandmother, the hits keep coming. I notice right off two lines from the other side. This first appears twice already on this side.

And again, it’s off to the races! Richard III of Normandy.

His lineage goes back to Gotfrid and NN (no name) as well, and Clodimir IV who was my last post, as well as to this one through three lines.

It also goes through the Trinovantes, whom I also noticed on GGF’s side. And Toxandries. A lot of the same faces, in fact, and one line that also goes back to this guy and beyond.

Methuselah

There are interesting Jewish lines that go back a ways. These come through a train of people living over 120 years, and, well, figure some of their ages. (Or don’t: 784 years, 1,007 years, 91 years – died in childhood! – 969 years, 696 years.)

Then we get back to this beauty.

I was getting a little tired of seeing the same lines over and over, but I persisted and found a Chinese line!

That’s Adishir Babigan Xerxes and Tashiti Arta Xerxes (born Ducta, according to MyHeritage, missing here). According to Wikipedia, Uldin, also spelled Huldin (died before 412) is the first ruler of the Huns whose historicity is undisputed.

Here’s a rare bit of inter generational problem-free lineage from another Jewish line.

Charlemagne & Hildegard in my genealogy

And you were probably wondering when I would get to this.

Another couple names you might recognize.

And now to make some notes so I can get back here tomorrow to resume.

Genealogy 03: PGGF-M-3

The promise of this blog is that any writing will be short. Well, I guess it’s time to break promises, and I trust you’ll find it interesting. This is part 3. The story starts here.

The question we left with was, can it get any weirder? You decide. Britain, France, Athens, Ukraine, Troy, Persia.

It’s tempting to try to find a spouse for Meesh Moosh, but let’s not get sidetracked.

A couple more Persians.

And of course what trip down memory lane would be complete without a handful of pharaohs?

Some more family characters: Sargon, Clodomir IV of the Franks (notice Chlodomor de Francie in first image above), Antonius Cornwall that sounds like a Roman in Britain, Goths and Huns marrying.

This is a fun one: Clodius ben Francus, a Jewish name, with distinctly German sounding Frotmund de Moselle, a French location, their son being König, which is German for king, of France.

In case there’s not enough weirdness, here we go again.

The adventures continue….

Genealogy 02: PGGF-M-2

The promise of this blog is that any writing will be short. Well, I guess it’s time to break promises, and I trust you’ll find it interesting. Also, this platform allows only ten images per post, which will explain my break points. This is part 2. The story starts here.

Did I mention this line gets weird?

Perceus of Mycanae is a mythical character. So is Myles, King of Laconia.

Iolaos and Megara also appear to be mythological.

Is that a face? I don’t know. But by now you’re thinking, show me some faces! OK.

And aha! I knew it: descended from a Roman Emperor (actually birth date 317).

Here’s a nice find.

And going back a bit further. Another dubious 100+ years old, but at least it has dates.

It is preceded by Eber, Sala, Arphaxad son of Shem, son of Noah son of Lamech, son of Methuselah, son of Jared, son of. No, let’s just do it this way: Mahalaleel – Cainan – Enos – Seth – Adam and Eve. Both of whom are listed as deceased, you will note.

And the lineage of Adam and Eve? It appears elsewhere, with images.

Jesus, doncha know. I think it’s safe to say that this line has drifted into la la land.

Exploring the ancient Hebrew and Roman lines is truly tedious. Here are a few highlights. Again mythical Perseus appears, as does First Speaker of Etruscan, Simon III married to a slave, and that last one.

Yes, it appears I have a clear line of descent from Julius Caesar.

Can it get any weirder? Stay tuned.

Genealogy 01: PGGF-M-1

Paternal great-grandfather/maternal 1

The promise of this blog is that any writing will be short. Well, I guess it’s time to break promises, and I trust you’ll find it interesting.

From time to time, I dig into genealogy to see if I can find something new. Revisiting familysearch.org, I realize my rudimentary family tree has grown in my absence. How? Why? No clue.

The maternal lines go back only to my grandparents.

My surname (paternal line; somewhat obscure French) has been my main interest, but it only goes back to 1832. The family history of seven Huguenot jeweler brothers fleeing France would have put them there long before that. (In a strange coincidence, when I moved to a small town in the Taunus mountains of West Germany in 1981, with my first piece of mail the postal worker asked if I was related to the recently deceased shepherd who kept his flock on the hillside opposite, with the exact same surname.)

My middle name, Clayton, I can trace back only to 1719.

So that, I thought, was that: the interesting stuff stops with my 5th great-grandfather.

But I started following the line of his wife, Abigail Powell (b 1717). Soon I was tumbling back to the 14th century, 13th…until it stops with Pierrede Rode, 1020-1080. Wow.

I started following Marmaduke Constable (1275-1378: 103 years old?). The first line breaks into the 10th century, though a grandfather being born the same year as his grandson does raise an eyebrow.

(Reassuring to note that people born over 1,000 years ago are deceased.)

Another line and we start hitting kings and queens.

That line only goes back to 778, but along the way we’ve picked up six kings, a princess, and a queen. Not bad, even if I’d never heard of them. And some great names too: Eudo I Munby Mumby Mundebi has a certain ring to it.

Another line goes back to Eadwulf I, king of Northumbria (670-717), and adds five more kings and a lord.

A line starting with Flocwald of Asgard adds my first ancestors who lived before the birth of Christ. I can’t be sure which are kings but hell, Cerdic, Alfred the great…at this point I think it’s safe that they’re basically all royalty, else why would they be remembered?

Here we get our first taste of red flags. I will consider that these types of red flags render a line unreliable (a lot have red flags for “no standardized” birth or death place, but otherwise their dates work). This is going back 73 generations.

Another line ends with the King and Queen of the Picts, but Wikipedia names the first King of the Picts as Vipoig (died c. AD 341). I don’t think too many people in the 4th century lived to 91 (but what do I know?).

Another Irish line.

Another: 0ili0ll Oaisfhiaclach ‘crooked teeth’ Macconnla 77th high king of Ireland. But he’s listed elsewhere as living two centuries earlier, which corresponds with the dates of his son the long-hair dude. BTW I was always told my crooked teeth resulted from my mother’s large teeth and father’s narrow jaw, but maybe it goes back further?

One line goes back to Gotfrid, the Duke of Alemannia in Bavaria. Somewhere along in here we’ve got Normandy, Bayeaux, King Ludwig I….

Another goes back to Rome.

And another.

And then this line gets weird.

Sheeple

Outside my window today. Three presumably intelligent adults on a sunny, breezy day, having a conversation while standing apart from one another and wearing paper face masks.The question that comes to mind is, “What could they possibly be thinking?”

The answer is that they are literally not thinking. They are reacting to their conditioning, being obedient and conforming.

Here’s a video that does a good job of explaining how: CROWD PSYCHOLOGY: CONFORMITY, OBEDIENCE, HYPNOSIS & SUGGESTIBILITY: A CASE STUDY

https://www.bitchute.com/video/ue2GjH4mondo/

If nothing else, watch from 1:30 – 3:30 (old Candid Camera footage).

Feu de paille

Not long ago, spam filters fingered a questionable blog comment, leaving me the decision rather than deleting it outright. Indeed, in the best tradition of junk mail, it was useless (promoting “health products” I think).

However, what caught my attention was the blog title: The Elementary School Experience in Uruguay. What could I have written about that?

Nothing, it turns out: linked to the then-latest blog post of an enthusiastic couple who had moved to Uruguay from California with their young children…

…which ended up being the last blog post of an enthusiastic couple who had moved to Uruguay from California with their young children…

…celebrated by their last meaningful Twitter post. Their Youtube documentation of the adventure lasted six weeks. Their Facebook page went cold in November 2017.


It’s going on ten years here for us: many people come and gone. This is not the only story without closure, nor the only fire that burned hot but briefly.

But what happens next in the story?

I almost wish I had a creative writing class. I would assign that, in the genre of your choice: crime, humor, sci-fi, romance…. But the assignment would consist of only the first paragraph of the rest of the story, starting with: It was late February when we noticed….

More than a little ironic

Just shy of six months ago I totaled our Chevy Meriva. The driver of the delivery truck that hit me (the whole thing was entirely my fault) had no insurance, and I assured him I would help him with repairs. He spoke great English, and we had quite an interesting and unrelated discussion as we waved away the ambulance crew, who couldn’t quite believe there were no injuries.

It turns out I had no insurance, either, since the company never sent a bill, and lied that they had called me ten days before they cancelled it for non-payment – just a couple of weeks before the accident. And though I sent a couple of text messages to Jorge, the other driver, I heard nothing back. Was it possible I got his number wrong and he got my number wrong?

Yesterday my cell phone rang. That in itself is unusual, because it’s almost always in airplane mode, serving primarily as a camera.  It’s Jorge, wondering if I remember him (of course) and was still willing to help (of course). He said the repairs would be around USD 2,000,1 and I agreed to meet him today at the gas station near the accident, as he would be on his way to Montevideo.

Let the ironies roll: traffic was crawling on the highway, and I saw police cars and an ambulance, so guessing I couldn’t cross the most direct way, went over the bridge and through the awkward back streets to get there. I was early, and curious what the fuss was about.

Irony #1: it was about a car broadsided. Though I have heard there are many accidents in this crossing, before and since my car being broadsided I have never seen another.

car crash site
The closest point of grass in this photo is where the Meriva and I ended up, spun 180%.

Irony #2: I thought I had gotten a picture of the crashed car (silver, to the left of the police truck), but with shutter lag instead have it obscured by a black car.

Irony #3: that black car is exactly at the point of impact of my crash.

crash site diagram

Irony #4: the black car in my photo is in the exact position of the black car in the Google Earth screen shot I used to illustrate my accident back in March.2

Feeling little chills yet?

Anyway, our meeting was rather emotional and ended with a big hug, and Jorge telling me if I ever need something delivered from Montevideo, let him know and he’d do it for free.


1 I asked if I could see the estimate, and it was closer to USD 3,000
2 wrong lane, but hey….

Creepy FaceSpook

I am no fan of Facebook, but have been on there a while. In 2013, with the release of my wife’s first memoir, of her rather incredible experiences in Cyprus and Europe, we engaged “social media experts” who lectured us about “branding,” and, for the first time since 1999, I used my real name online. On Facebook.

That lasted about a year. I came to my senses, and my Facebook name has since  been constantly changing, and ridiculously so. Moredecai Grammerhell Thorpewallow Strathpeffer? Sounds good to me!

So Sure, Facebook remembers my real name, but even so, what just happened is creepy. Too creepy.

People You May Know yesterday: two I do know. Two I didn’t know were on Facebook. Two who have no mutual friends on Facebook. And two with whom I have virtually no electronic contact.

Also two I rarely see in person, but have, both, in the last two weeks. One, Chuck: I needed to contact him a month ago (didn’t even know he was in Uruguay), but had neither email address or phone number. The other, Burkhard, from Namibia. I do have his phone number and email, but aside from lunch together a month ago, my physical visit to his house a week ago, have had no electronic contact.

No phone number, no emails, and certainly no Facebook Messenger or mutual friends

And yet: people you might know, according to FaceSpook.

OK, let me read your mind: Blah blah blah.

I understand. But this:

Chuck’s last Facebook post was in 2014.

Burkhard’s was in 2012.

Not friends on Facebook, no mutual contacts on Facebook, neither posting in the last three years, and no contact other than physical visits, and two utterly inactive Facebook accounts suddenly flagged as “People you might know” – ?

I’m outta here.