|Gerald N. Davis, M.D. (#131)|
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Gerald N. Davis, M.D. |
Plastic Surgeon, researches old Hollywood.
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|Leslie Hollander McVay||Mack Sennett|
What do you know about Mack Sennett's wife?
|The Sunlight Caller||Bill Lancaster|
Thank you for the addition to Bill Lancaster. Enjoy the weekend
hello, thank you for keeping interest in my family on my mother's father's side ( Harry Cohn, etc) but could you find a better photo of harry to put on there? I have some if you need a better one. Thanks, Amy
|Tennise Broeck Morse||Cemetery Photo for Nettie Kramer|
Hi! Would you mind removing the cemetery photo for Nettie Kramer (43926046)? I was told her ashes would be placed in the niche with that of her son, Louis James Balbach, who died in Oregon. Thus, I assumed they were both at the crematory in Multlomah County. But, yesterday I stumbled upon Nettie's obituary, and discovered her ashes are actually at the Chapel of the Pines in Los Angeles, where I assume her son's are too! Sorry to confuse you! Thanks, Tennise
|Judy MA||Charles & Marie Viola Zimmerman|
I noticed you took the picture that goes with the grave of Charles & Marie Viola Zimmerman. Are you related? They are my great=grandparents who lived in New Orleans, LA till the mid 1920 when Charles uprooted the younger family members to California, leaving the 3 oldest children, who were grown at that time in New Orleans, LA with their young families. Is this vault a big one and are there other familty members there? THanks! Judy MA
Added by Judy MA on Oct 27, 2011 7:20 PM
|Genealogy Girl||Genealogist's Christmas Eve|
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my spouse.
The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and with letters which said...
"Too bad about the data for which you wrote;
Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
Stacks of old copies of wills and such
Were proof that my work had become too much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
Had I not been busy with grandparents' wills,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills,
While others bought gifts to bring Christmas cheers,
I'd spent time researching those birth dates and years.
While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A strange noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.
When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and eight small reindeer.
Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and 'ole Santa Claus, too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of thirty-two hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and bumped it on the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa--KER-RASH!
"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
And tracked soot on the carpet, (I could wring his short neck!)
Spotting my face, good 'ole Santa could see
I had no Christmas spirit you'd have to agree.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here was Santa, who'd brought us such gladness and joy:
When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
He spied my research on the table all spread
"A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red!)
"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
I gazed with amusement--the cover it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Plead.
"I know what it's like as a genealogy bug."
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
A special treat I am thus able to bring,
To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."
"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
I'll clean up the house from this genealogy mess."
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle,
To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
|Cemetery Man||Barbara Lamarr|
Love the photo of Barbara, I was wondering where you found it.
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