Thursday, April 23, 2026

Added and Updated MyHeritage Record Collections - Week of 17 to 23 April 2026

The following Record Collections were ADDED or Updated in the MyHeritage Collections Catalog during the week of  17 to 23 April 2026:

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There are 5 ADDED record collections in the list this past week, and MyHeritage now has a total of  7,541 record collections (an increase of 5 collections from last week.  The overall set of MyHeritage collections has 39,610,971,457 records or entries (an increase of about 326 million entries from last week).  

NOTE:  The last three collections on this list  were not on the MyHeritage collection list last week for some reason.

The number of entries in the family tree collections were last updated this week. 

See previous Genea-Musings posts about MyHeritage record collections and features in https://www.geneamusings.com/search/label/MyHeritage.com.

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The Golden Shore -- A Schaffner Family Story: Parts 5 and 6

 After writing ABC Biography of Frederick Schaffner (1828-1899) Family of Germany, New York and San Francisco, based on my genealogical research, I asked Anthropic Claude to tell the family story of the Schaffner's migrating from New York City to San Francisco by sea. 

The first part of the story was posted in The Golden Shore -- A Schaffner Family Story: Parts 1 and 2.  The second part is in The Golden Shore -- A Schaffner Family Story: Parts 3 and 4. Here is the third and last part of the story:

(Infographic created by Google NotebookLM - Parts 5 and 6 of The Golden Shore)


The Golden Shore
A Story of the Schaffner Family

New York to San Francisco, 1855


Part Five -- The Pacific

Aboard the SS Sonora, northward toward California

The Pacific Mail Steamship Company's SS Sonora was newer and larger than the Illinois, and their second-class berth — Frederick had spent the difference, recklessly, because it was either that or steerage for three more weeks and he was done with steerage — was a small room with two real bunks and a porthole of genuine, non-salt-filmed glass. Herman sat on the lower bunk and bounced on the mattress three times to test it.

"Better," he pronounced.

"Yes," Frederick said.

"Much better," Martha Matilda said, and sat down on the bunk beside Herman and closed her eyes for a moment, and Frederick understood that she was exhausted in the bone-deep way that she never admitted to and that he only saw in these unguarded moments. He sat beside her. Herman climbed between them and fell asleep almost immediately, with the easy unconsciousness of the very young, his head against her arm.

"We're nearly there," Frederick said.

"Ten more days," she said, eyes still closed. "Give or take."

"We've been traveling for three weeks. Ten more days is nothing."

"Nothing," she agreed, and smiled without opening her eyes. "Absolutely nothing at all."

He took her hand. Outside the porthole the Pacific was a deep, dark blue, nothing like the Caribbean — quieter, older somehow, vaster. The sun was getting lower.

"Thank you," Frederick said.

She opened one eye. "For what?"

"For coming."

"You didn't give me much choice."

"I gave you a choice."

She was quiet for a moment. "You gave me a choice between going with you and staying in New York without you. That's not much of a choice."

"No," he said. "It isn't. I'm sorry."

She closed the eye again. "Don't be sorry. If I'd wanted to stay in New York I would have stayed in New York. I'm Irish, Frederick, not a houseplant." A pause. "I want to see California."

"You'll see it."

"I know I will."

Herman made a small sound in his sleep. The ship moved steadily north. Outside, the sun touched the horizon and spread itself wide and red across the water, and the Pacific turned the color of hammered copper for ten minutes before the dark came.

— ★ —

The Pacific was not always peaceful. On the fourth day out of Panama, they ran into a squall that lasted eighteen hours and reduced the saloon to a largely empty room. Frederick found that he had his sea legs now, at last, and spent the storm on deck in a borrowed oilskin, partly for the air and partly because watching the waves was better than not watching them. The Sonora was a big ship and she rode the swells without panic, but the ocean in a squall has a way of demonstrating its complete indifference to human enterprise, and Frederick stood at the rail and felt this demonstration with his whole body.

He found Frau Bauer beside him, also in an oilskin, also looking at the waves.

"You should be inside," he said.

"So should you," she said.

They stood together for a while.

"My husband died on the crossing from Germany," she said eventually. "In 1838. I told you I came over in 1838."

"You did."

"He died of fever, in the third week. They buried him at sea. I had never seen anyone buried at sea. They wrap them in canvas and slide them over the rail and that's that." She was quiet for a moment. The ship lurched and she gripped the rail without visible concern. "I always thought the ocean was his now. The Atlantic. I've been afraid of it ever since. But this one —" she looked out at the Pacific — "this one is all right. This one is new."

Frederick looked at the water. He thought about Susanna, about the years in New York. He thought about Herman asleep in the bunk below.

"Yes," he said. "New. That's the right word."

— ★ —

On the seventh day, the coast of California appeared.

Frederick was on deck at dawn, as he had been every morning for the past four days, hoping for first sight, and he nearly missed it because it came from the east, landward, a darkness against the early light that resolved itself gradually — over the course of perhaps twenty minutes — into cliffs. Brown cliffs, enormous, the kind of cliffs that looked as though the continent had been cut with a knife and the cut face revealed. Above them, hills the colour of dried grass. And above the hills, a sky in the process of becoming extraordinary.

He went below and got Martha Matilda and Herman.

Herman came up in his nightshirt, barefoot, blinking, and stood at the rail between them. The cliffs were closer now. The California coast ran ahead of them to the north in a long curve.

"Is that it?" Herman asked.

"That's it," Frederick said.

The boy looked at the coast for a long time. The sun came up behind the hills and lit everything gold. A pelican flew past at rail height, enormous and prehistoric, utterly indifferent to the steamship and all its cargo of human hope.

"It looks like nothing," Herman said, with four-year-old directness.

Frederick laughed. "Wait," he said.



Part Six -- The Bay

San Francisco Bay, July 1855

They came through the Golden Gate in the afternoon.

Frederick had read about it — had read the descriptions in the newspapers and the emigrant pamphlets and the letters from men who had gone before — and none of it had prepared him for the reality of standing at the bow of the Sonora as the ship moved through the gap between the headlands and the bay opened before him. It was not the biggest body of water he had ever seen. It was not the most dramatic landscape. It was something else: it was the sense of arrival so complete and physical that it hit him in the sternum like a shove.

The bay was enormous and silver in the afternoon light. The city climbed the hills on the southern shore in a dense, improbable jumble of buildings — white and brown and grey, flags flying, smoke rising from a dozen stacks, and everywhere the sound of it, even at this distance: hammering, machinery, the shouts of men working on a hundred different projects simultaneously. A forest of ships' masts clustered along the waterfront. New buildings going up along the ridgelines.

Martha Matilda had her hand on the rail. She was looking at the city with an expression Frederick couldn't entirely read — something between calculation and wonder, as if she were already measuring it for curtains.

Herman was on his shoulders. The boy's hands were on Frederick's head, gripping his hair in a way that was mildly painful but that Frederick did not mention. He could feel Herman's weight leaning forward, toward the city.

"It's big," Herman said.

"It's very big," Frederick agreed.

"Bigger than New York?"

"Different from New York. It will be bigger someday."

Herman was quiet for a moment. The ship moved steadily toward the docks. Around them the other passengers crowded the rail, and there was a sound from the crowd that was not quite cheering and not quite sighing — something in between, involuntary, the sound a hundred people make when they simultaneously understand that something is over and something else is beginning.

"Vater," Herman said.

"Yes."

"Can we stay?"

Frederick looked at the city. He looked at Martha Matilda, who was still studying the shoreline with those measuring eyes. He looked at the bay and the hills and the light on the water.

He thought: I have crossed an ocean and a continent and another ocean. I have sweated through Panama and survived the Pacific and stood at a ship's rail at dawn watching California come out of the dark. I have two trunks and twenty-three dollars and a four-year-old on my shoulders and a woman beside me who came all this way because she chose to.

He put both hands on Herman's ankles to steady him.

"Yes," he said. "We stay."

— ★ —

The Sonora docked at three in the afternoon. The gangway went down and the passengers surged forward and Frederick and Martha Matilda and Herman moved with them, out into the noise and heat and impossible energy of San Francisco, California, in the summer of 1855.

They stood on the dock for a moment, the three of them, with their two trunks at their feet, watching the city pour itself past them in every direction. A wagon loaded with lumber. A man arguing with a mule. Two Chinese workers carrying a beam between them. A woman in a yellow dress reading a newspaper. A dog asleep in the sun, unbothered by everything.

Herman put his hand in Frederick's.

Frederick looked at Martha Matilda. She looked back at him.

"Well," she said.

"Well," he agreed.

And they picked up their trunks and walked into it.

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Author's Note

This story is a work of historical fiction. The characters of Frederick Schaffner, Martha Matilda, and Herman Schaffner are based on real people documented in genealogical research by Randall J. Seaver. The known facts of their lives — Frederick's birth in Darmstadt in 1828, his naturalization in San Francisco in November 1856, Martha Matilda's Irish birth and death in 1875, Herman's birth in New York in 1851 — form the skeleton of the story. All dialogue, scenes, supporting characters, and interior thoughts are imagined.

The historical details of the Panama route are accurate: the SS Illinois and SS Sonora were real Pacific Mail and US Mail steamships operating this route in 1855. The Panama Railroad was indeed completed in January 1855 at a terrible human cost, primarily borne by immigrant and enslaved laborers. The crossing of the isthmus by railroad took approximately four to five hours. The fare from New York to San Francisco via Panama in 1855 was approximately $150–$300 in cabin class.

Frederick Schaffner went on to become a saloon proprietor at 315 Lombard Street, San Francisco, and a member of King Solomon Lodge No. 260, Free and Accepted Masons. He died in San Francisco on 29 June 1899. Herman Schaffner, the boy on his shoulders, grew up to be the great-grandfather of Linda (Leland) Seaver.

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The AI Google NotebookLM Video Overview of this story is in:   

This is historical fiction based on known events in the lives of my ancestors - it might have been this way. The family mentioned is my wife's ancestral family (Frederick Schaffner is her 2nd great-grandfather), and I have significant information about their lives from the available records, but know nothing about their day-to-day lives.

After I read these types of social history summaries, I wish that I could be a time traveler for one day to visit the Schaffner family in New York and San Francisco and witness their daily lives.  I'm glad that the general lifestyles and occupations are known from historical records and witness accounts.

Information like this is very helpful to add historical events and social history content to a person's biography. 

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Links to my blog posts about using Artificial Intelligence are on my Randy's AI and Genealogy page.  Links to AI information and articles about Artificial Intelligence in Genealogy by other genealogists are on my AI and Genealogy Compendium page.

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Treasure Chest Thursday - 1840 U.S. Census Record for Isaac Lanfear Household in Lorraine, New York

 It's Treasure Chest Thursday - time to look in my digital image files to see what treasures I can find for my family history and genealogy musings.

The treasure today is the 1840 United States Census record for Isaac Lanfear (one of my 4th great-grandfathers) in Lorraine, Jefferson County, New York.


The Isaac Lanfear household information:


The extracted information for the Isaac Lanfear household (with my educated guess as to the names of the family members, assuming that they are all from the Isaac Lanfear family):

*  Name of head of family:  Isaac Lanfear
*  Males aged 15-20:   one (probably son John born 1824)
*  Males aged 20-30:  one (probably son Latham (born 1814)
*  Males aged 50-60:  one (certainly Isaac born 1777)
*  Females aged 10-15:  one (probably daughter Sarah born 1828)
*  Females aged 15-20:  one (probably daughter Malinda (born 1823)
*  Females aged 20-30:  one (probably daughter Eleanor (born 1818) or Polly (born 1814) or Susan (born 1812)
*  Females aged 50-60:  one ( certainly wife Rosina age 59)
*  Total:  7

There are five living children for the Isaac and Rosian (Laun) Lanfear family in 1840, but several children had married before 1840 (daughters Anna and Elizabeth had married before 1840).  

The source citation for this entry (census date 1 June 1840) is:

1840 United States Federal Census, Jefferson County, New York, Lorraine town, page 4 (image 11 of 24), Isaac Lanfear household; imaged, "1840 United States Federal Census," Ancestry.com (https://www.ancestry.com/search/collections/8057/records/2390522 : accessed 15 June 2023); original image on NARA Microfilm publication M-704.

Some readers may wonder "why post pre-1850 U.S. census records - you can't be sure who is in the household."  That's true, but it can still provide some clues to the age of the head of household, and tracking a household through the years may indicate family additions or subtractions, plus narrowing the location of the residence by using the neighbors.  This is especially useful for same-name problems in a community. 

In this case, I'm still searching for the birth parents of Devier J. Lamphear Smith (1839-1894, my 2nd great-grandfather) whose name was changed in Wisconsin from Lamphear to Smith in 1866, and is identified as an adopted child in the name change record and Ranslow Smith's will (his adoptive father).  One of the young women in the 1840 census may be the mother of Devier.  Unfortunately, a male child age 1-5 is not enumerated in this record.  This is a "negative result" -- an expected result was not supported by the record; it was also "negative evidence" since the child was not in the record, and therefore may be enumerated elsewhere; one hypothesis is that the child was born in May 1839 and adopted by the Smith family before the census was taken.  

Another clue that may be helpful is that the person enumerated just above Isaac Lanfear is Philander Smith, who is probably the one born in 1807 in Jefferson county, New York. I have not been able to connect Philander Smith to Ranslow Smith but they may have been related. 

I share significant DNA segments, consistent with descent from common 4th great-grandparents, with descendants of Isaac and Rosina (Laun) Lanfear.  If Devier's mother or father was a child of Isaac and Rosina Lanfear, then Isaac and Rosina would be my 4th great-grandparents.

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Disclosure:  I have a paid All-Access subscription to Ancestry.com now.  Ancestry.com has provided a complimentary subscription and material considerations for travel expenses to meetings, and has hosted events and meals that I have attended in Salt Lake City, in past years.


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Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 16 to 22 April 2026

  Welcome to Genealogy Education Bytes, posted on Wednesday afternoon for the past week, where we try to highlight some of the most important genealogy and family history education items that came across my desktop since the last issue.




1) Upcoming Conferences and Institutes

* Conference Keeper Calendar - has many links to register for and/or view seminars, conferences and institutes.

* 'Navigating the Future' - Guild of One-Name Studies Conference 2026 ($$, In-person, Portsmouth, England) - 24 to 26 April 2026.

* National Genealogical Society 2026 Family History Conference ($$, In-person and virtual, in Fort Wayne, Indiana) - 27 to 30 May 2026.

2 ) Upcoming Webinars and Online Classes (times are US Pacific):

* Conference Keeper Calendar - has many links to register for and/or view seminars, webinars and classes.

* FamilySearch MonthlyWebinars (Free)

* RootsTech 2019-2026 On-Demand Sessions (Free)

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar --  Wednesday, 22 April, 11 a.m.: Fields of Hope: African Americans, Immigrants, and Women in the Homesteading Era by Angela Packer McGhie.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar --  Wednesday, 22 April, 5 p.m.: From Research to Data with AI 5 of 5: Your AI Research Assistant—Logs, Notes, and Citations by Andrew Redfern.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar --   Friday, 24 April, 11 a.m.: Essential Skills for New Genealogists 2 of 12: Vital Records—Records of Hatchings, Matchings & Dispatchings by Dave McDonald.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar --  Tuesday, 28 April, 11 a.m.:  Using MyHeritage to Create Interactive Family Histories by Lisa A. Alzo.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar --  Wednesday, 29 April, 11 a.m.:  Mastering the ICAPGen Accreditation Process: Your Path to Professional Success by Torhild Shirley.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar --  Friday, 1 May, 11 a.m.: Insight into State Archives: ARCs, IRADs, ONAHRs, and Other Branches  by Paula Stuart-Warren.

    3) Recent Podcasts:

    * Ancestors and Algorithms:      Ep. 34: How to Use Claude, Perplexity, ChatGPT & Gemini to Find a California Gold Rush Ancestor


    4) Recent YouTube Videos




    *  Carole McCulloch Geneablogger:  How AI assistants work together on a One Place Study.  
    *  Carole McCulloch Geneablogger:  Gemini simplifies adding historical context





    * Denyse Allen - Chronicle Makers:  AI Found the Genealogy Error No One Else Could
     








    *  GenTales Genealogy:  My DAR Pins and Memorabilia

    *  How We Got Here:  The Family Historian's Roadmap

    *  Int'l Institute of Genealogical Studies:  Good Deeds Anatomy of a Canadian Land Document
    *  Int'l Institute of Genealogical Studies:  Sieges of Fortress of Louisburg-US Colonial Genealogy

    * Italian Roots and Genealogy:  My Ancestry DNA Led Me to a Hidden Military Archive
    * Italian Roots and Genealogy:  Ancestral Roots in Italy

    *  Kathryn Lake Hogan - Looking4Ancestors:  After RootsTech: Now What? A Practical Plan for Your Genealogy Research
      








    * Trace Your New England Roots:      This Colonial Founder's 'Disappearance' Was All Wrong  
    * Trace Your New England Roots:  Your DNA Ancestry Test Decoded | Autosomal DNA!

    *  Write Your Family History With Devon Noel Lee:  Don’t Write Your Family History Until You Decide These Things

    5) Did you miss the last post in this series -- Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 9 to 15 April 2026?

    Read past Genealogy Education Bytes here.

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    NOTE: If I missed an upcoming conference or webinar, or a useful podcast or video, in this time period, please let me know in a comment or an email.

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    Life Memoir of John Rich (1790-1868) in Hilperton, Wiltshire in 1867

      I wrote an AI-assisted ABC biography for my 3rd great-grandfather John Rich (1790-1868) in ABC Biography of #42 John Rich (1790-1868) of Hilperton, Wiltshire, based on my genealogical research over 38 years. 

    I wondered what John Rich might have told his grandchildren in a life memoir in 1867. 


    (AI Google NotebookLM Infographic for John Rich's life memoir)

    1)  I requested Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 to   "Please write a life memoir for John Rich based on the attached biography, as he might tell to his grandchildren in 1867."

    2)  The AI Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 memoir (edited for accuracy and completeness) is: 


    John Rich’s Life Memoir – Hilperton, Wiltshire in 1867

    Come close now, children, come close to the fire. These old bones feel the cold something dreadful these days, and I shan't be telling my stories forever. Let me have a rest of this pipe and I'll tell you what I can remember of my long life — and it has been long, I'll grant you that.

    I was born in Trowbridge, just down the road as you well know, in the year 1790. Your great-grandmother was Betty Noad before she married my father William, and there were six of us children altogether — myself the eldest, then Mary, Robert, Lucretia, and little Martha, God rest her, who never saw her tenth year. It was a weaving family, as it has always been in this valley, and from a young age I knew the loom as well as I knew my own hands.

    When I was not yet five-and-twenty, I met your grandmother — Rebecca Hill she was then, daughter of John and Ann Hill of Hilperton. We were wed on the fourteenth of February, 1815, right here in the Hilperton parish church. St. Valentine's Day, mind you. Your grandmother always said that was my idea, to be romantic, but the truth is the banns were simply ready. She liked the story better her way, and I never argued. We both signed with our marks, for neither of us had much schooling, but we were honest and hardworking and that counted for more than letters in those days.

    We had eleven children between us, your grandmother and I. Some of you here are their little ones, so listen well. James was our firstborn, a good strong lad who went off to Cardiff in Wales and made his life there. Then came your Aunt Ann — she married James Gaisford and had eleven children of her own, bold woman — and last I heard she was far away in a place called Illinois, in America. Can you imagine that? Our Ann, in America.

    We lost two little ones young. The first John — your grandmother wept a fortnight for him — he died before he was four. And little William, the first one we called William, he never even saw his first birthday. We buried him in the April of 1822 and it was a hard spring after that. But children came again, as they do, and we were grateful. Jesse, Hannah, Emma, Elizabeth, another William, and our youngest, Samuel.

    I spent my whole working life at the hand loom. A woolen cloth weaver — that's what they wrote down for me in every census, and that's what I was. There is no shame in it. This valley has clothed England for centuries with its wool, and I played my small part. We lived in Hilperton Marsh — you know the house, on the south side of Horse Road. We leased the plot from Grace Shrapnell, a little house and garden, and we were glad of it.

    In my later years the trade grew harder. The power looms came in and a hand weaver's wage shrank year by year. Some of my children looked at the life here and decided there was better to be had across the ocean. In the mid-fifties, Hannah and her husband went to Connecticut — a town called Putnam. And William, your grandfather's brother, he followed. And Samuel too. It was strange, I'll tell you, watching them go. You wave them off and you wonder if you'll ever see their faces again, and mostly you don't.

    Your grandmother Rebecca passed five years ago, in the early part of 1862. She is buried in the churchyard just yonder. Sixty years we were together, near enough, and now the evenings are quiet in a way they never were before. I am seventy-six years old, living still in Hilperton Marsh where I have spent the whole of my life, and I find I do not want for much. A warm fire. A bit of tobacco. And grandchildren who will sit still long enough to hear an old man talk.

    Remember where you come from. Trowbridge and Hilperton, the cloth and the loom, the church on the hill, and Rebecca Hill who said yes to a weaver's son on a cold February morning. That is your blood, every drop of it. Now, who wants to fetch me another coal for this fire?
    Hilperton Marsh, Wiltshire, England
    Autumn, 1867 — as told by John Rich, aged 76

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    3)  The Video Overview of John Rich's life memoir, created by the Google NotebookLM AI tool, is:   

    4)  I edited the Claude memoir text to correct minor inconsistencies and errors. Every large language model (LLM) AI tool writes descriptive text much better than I can write. The AI tools are very perceptive, insightful and inspiring, creating engaging text in seconds, including local and national historical events and social history detail when requested.

    5)  This is historical fiction, based on my own genealogical research. It is what John Rich might have told his grandchildren in 1867.  

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    Links to my blog posts about using Artificial Intelligence are on my Randy's AI and Genealogy page. Links to AI information and articles about Artificial Intelligence in Genealogy by other genealogists are on my AI and Genealogy Compendium page.

    Copyright (c) 2026, Randall J. Seaver

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