Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 3 to 9 September 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.

*  2026 New York State Family History Conference ($$, In-person/Virtual, New York City) -- 18 to 19 September 2026.

*  2026 Heritage Books Genealogical Conference & Cruise with Angie Bush, Blaine Bettinger, and Craig Scott ($$, In-person, Cruise from Miami, Florida) -- 6 to 17 November 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, 9 September, 11:30 a.m.:  Top 10 Websites for Ohio Genealogy by Dana Palmer.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Friday, 11 September, 11 a.m.:  Researching in Middlesex by Nick Barrett.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Tuesday, 15 September, 5 p.m.: Against The Peace and Dignity of The Commonwealth by Claire Ammon.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 16 September, 8:30 a.m.: MyHeritage Collection Catalog: Navigating A Great Genealogy Resource Without Getting Overwhelmed by Melissa Barker.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 16 September, 10 a.m.: A MyHeritage Webinar.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Wednesday, 16 September, 11:30 a.m.: Fresh Tools for Smarter Genealogy on MyHeritage by Daniel Horowitz.

*  Legacy Family Tree Webinar -- Friday, 18 September, 11 a.m.: Husband, Father, and Revolutionary: The Case of Ramón Treviño by Lisa Medina.

3) Recent Podcasts:

* Ancestors and Algorithms: Ep. 54: The Marine They Couldn't Bring Home - WWII DNA Identification & AI Genealogy Research



4) Recent YouTube Videos:












*  Genealogy Quick Start:  Germans & Legacy w/ Jennifer Bailey

*  Genealogy With Amy Johnson Crow:  I Identified a 125-Year-Old Photo with NO Names!




*  Kentucky Tennessee Research Associates:  Searching For Water Keeping The Story Alive Episode 1
 





5) Did you miss the last post in this series -- Genealogy Education Bytes - Week of 27 August to 2 September 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 Julia E. "Juliet" (White) Richmond of Putnam, Connecticut In 1912

  I wrote an AI-assisted ABC biography for  my great-grandmother Julia E. "Juliet" (White) Richmond (1848-1913) in ABC Biography of #11 Julia E. "Juliett" (White) Richmond (1848-1913) of Windham County, Connecticut,  based on my genealogical research over 38 years. 

I wondered what Julia (White) Richmond might have told her grandchildren in a life memoir in 1903. I requested Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.6 to "Please write a life memoir for Julia E. "Juliet" (White) Richmond based on the attached biography, as she might tell her grandchildren in 1912." 

(AI Gemini Notebook Infographic for Julia E. (White) Richmond's life memoir)

The AI Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.6 memoir (edited for accuracy and completeness) is:  


Grandmother's Story

As Told by Julia E. "Juliett" (White) Richmond to Her Grandchildren

Putnam, Connecticut - 1912

My dear grandchildren,

You've asked me to tell you about my life, and as I sit here in my sixty-fourth year, watching you play in the yard just as your parents once did, I find myself grateful for the opportunity to share these memories with you. Come, sit close, and I shall tell you the story of a life that has been both ordinary and extraordinary, filled with more blessings than trials, though the trials have been real enough.

The Beginning - A Connecticut Childhood

I was born Julia Elizabeth White on a warm September day in 1848, in East Killingly, not far from where we sit now. My father, Henry Arnold White, was a good man, and my mother, Amy Frances Oatley, taught me the value of faith and music from my earliest days. I can still remember her singing as she worked about the house, and it was from her that I first learned to love music.

My childhood was simpler than yours, my dears. We had no electric lights—only candles and oil lamps. We had no telephones, no automobiles, no moving picture shows. Yet we were not poor in the things that mattered. We had books, we had music, and we had each other.

I remember when I was twelve years old, the great war began—the War Between the States, you call it now. How frightened we were! Even here in Connecticut, far from the battlefields, we felt the weight of it. I remember women gathering to roll bandages, to knit socks for soldiers, to pray for peace. Those four years taught me that the world could change in terrible ways, but also that people could rise to meet those changes with courage. During the war, my mother died of a strangulated hernia down in Norwich, Connecticut in November 1864 – I was only 16.

Meeting Your Grandfather

I first met Thomas Richmond in the Episcopal church when I was seventeen years old. He was a fine young man, hardworking and kind, with a gentle manner and a beautiful tenor voice that drew me to him. We courted properly, as young people did in those days—walks after church, supervised visits in my parents' parlor, letters written with great care.

We married on June 20, 1868. I was nineteen years old, wearing a dress my mother and I had sewn together. It wasn't a grand wedding—we had a simple ceremony in Killingly, with family and close friends. But when I placed my hand in Thomas's that day and made my vows before God, I meant every word with my whole heart.

The early years of marriage taught me much – my mother had not taught me everything before she died. I had to learn to keep house, to manage on modest means, to be a true partner to my husband. We moved to Stonington first, where your grandfather found work. It was there, in 1869, that your Aunt Annie was born—our firstborn, and oh, what a miracle she seemed to us!

The Children Come

One by one, God blessed us with children. After Annie came Frederic in 1870. He was a beautiful boy, with golden curls and a laugh that filled our home with joy. But in 1875, when he was only five years old, a fever took him from us.

That was the hardest time of my life, children. To lose a child—there are no words adequate to describe that pain. I would go to the piano late at night and play hymns softly, letting the music carry my grief up to heaven. Your grandfather grieved in his own way, silently, working long hours. But we held each other through it, and our faith sustained us.

Just months after we lost Frederic, I discovered I was expecting again. Everett was born that same year, and though he could never replace his brother, his arrival reminded us that life continues, that God gives us reasons to go on. Then came Grace, Emily, Charles, Bessie, Edwin, and finally James—nine children in all, though only eight survived to adulthood.

Raising so many children was not easy. There were times when money was tight, when illness threatened, when I wondered if I had the strength to continue. But children, let me tell you—those years were also filled with such joy! The house was always full of noise and laughter, of small hands needing to be held, of questions that needed answering, of songs that needed singing.

A Life of Music

Throughout all these years, music has been my constant companion and my solace. My mother taught me piano as a girl, and I taught myself the organ later. When we joined the Episcopal Church in Leominster, I began playing for services, and that music became my way of serving God and community.

There is something sacred about making music in a church, children. When I sit at that organ and the pipes begin to sound, I feel closer to heaven. The hymns I play on Sunday mornings have carried me through every trial—through the loss of Frederic, through moves and uncertainties, through the everyday struggles of raising a family.

I've also had the joy of teaching several of you to play piano. When I see your small fingers finding the keys, learning the same scales I learned so many years ago, I feel that something precious is being passed down. Music is a gift that keeps giving throughout your life.

The church choir has been another blessing. Singing with others in harmony—it's like a little preview of heaven, I think. Your voices blend together, and for a moment, all the petty concerns of daily life fade away, and you're part of something larger than yourself.

The Changing World

Oh, children, the changes I have witnessed! When I was born, there were only thirty states in the Union. Now there are forty-eight! I remember when the transcontinental railroad was completed—what a marvel that seemed, that you could travel from ocean to ocean by rail!

I've seen the gaslight replace the candle, and now electric light is replacing the gas. I've seen the telephone come to our towns, allowing people to speak across miles in an instant. Just recently, I saw my first automobile puttering down the street—a noisy, smoking contraption, but they say it's the future.

When I was young, if you wanted to send a message, you wrote a letter and waited days or weeks for a reply. Now messages fly across wires in moments. The world has become both larger and smaller in my lifetime.

But some things haven't changed, children. People still need love. Families still need to care for one another. Faith still sustains us through trials. Music still lifts the soul. These eternal things remain constant while everything else transforms around us.

The Lessons of Moving

Your grandfather and I moved several times during our marriage—from Stonington to Killingly, then to Leominster in Massachusetts, then back to Killingly, and now we're in Putnam. Each move was difficult in its way. Leaving friends, leaving a church where you've worshipped, starting over in a new place—it's never easy.

But I learned that home isn't really a place, children. Home is where your family is, where love dwells. I could make a home anywhere as long as I had your grandfather and our children. And I learned to adapt, to be flexible, to make new friends while cherishing old ones.

These moves often followed work opportunities for your grandfather. That's the way of life—you go where you must to provide for your family. But we always tried to find a good church, to establish ourselves in the community, to make each new place truly ours.

The Hardest Year

Last year, 1911, we lost your Uncle Charles. He was only thirty-one years old—far too young. To bury a child, even a grown child with a family of his own, goes against the natural order of things. It reminded me of losing little Frederic so many years ago. The pain was different but just as deep.

Your grandfather and I held each other and wept, and once again, I turned to my music for comfort. I played "Abide with Me" over and over on the piano, letting the familiar melody remind me that God is with us even in the darkest valleys.

What sustained me—what always sustains me—is faith in God's purpose, even when I cannot understand it. And it is you children, you grandchildren, who remind me that life continues, that there is still joy to be found, still love to be given and received.

Being Called Juliet

You may have noticed that in recent years, many people have called me Juliet instead of Julia. It started quite by accident, I think—someone misheard or misread my name, and somehow it stuck. At first, I corrected people, but gradually I came to like it. Juliet has a musical quality to it, don't you think? It makes me feel like a character in a romantic story, even though I'm just an ordinary woman who's lived an ordinary life.

Your grandfather sometimes calls me Juliet with a little smile, as if we're sharing a private joke. After forty-four years of marriage, these small endearments matter more than grand gestures.

On Grandchildren

And now, my dears, you have come into my life—more than twenty of you, each one precious and unique. Being a grandmother is one of life's greatest gifts. I have the joy of watching you grow without the daily burdens I carried when raising my own children. I can spoil you a little, teach you songs, tell you stories, and then send you home to your parents when you're tired!

When I play piano, many of you gather around to sing or to dance. When I'm working in the garden, you "help" me, though you often pull up as many flowers as weeds. When I'm baking, you sneak bits of dough when you think I'm not looking—though I always see, and I always pretend not to.

Each of you carries forward something of your parents, and of me, and of your grandfather. I see my mother's eyes in some of you, my father's stubborn chin in others. I hear my own love of music in those of you who are learning instruments. This continuation, this passing down of traits and traditions—this is a kind of immortality, I think.

What I Hope for You

As I grow older—and children, I must be honest with you, I am not as strong as I once was—I think often about what I hope for each of you.

I hope you will always love and support one another, as your parents do. Family is the greatest treasure you will ever have. Treat it as such.

I hope you will find faith to sustain you through life's trials, for trials will come. They come to everyone. But with faith, you can endure anything.

I hope you will find music in your lives, whether you play an instrument or simply appreciate the beauty of a well-sung hymn. Music connects us to something divine, something eternal.

I hope you will be flexible and adaptable, as your grandfather and I had to be. The world will continue to change, probably faster than it did in my time. You must learn to bend without breaking, to embrace what is good in the new while preserving what was good in the old.

I hope you will love deeply and faithfully. I have been married to your grandfather for forty-four years, and while we've had our disagreements and difficulties, our love has been the foundation of everything good in my life. Find someone worthy of such love, and then work every day to be worthy of theirs.

I hope you will serve others—through your church, through your community, through simple acts of kindness. A life spent only on yourself is a wasted life. But when you give to others, you find that you receive far more than you give.

A Life Well-Lived

As I look back on my sixty-four years, children, I do not see a life of great accomplishments or historical significance. I never did anything that will appear in history books. I never traveled to distant lands or achieved fame or fortune.

But I have loved and been loved. I have made music that lifted spirits and glorified God. I have raised children who have become good people, who are raising you to be good people in turn. I have been a faithful wife, a devoted mother, a doting grandmother, and a servant of my church and community.

Is that not enough? I believe it is. I believe that most lives are like mine—quiet, ordinary lives that nonetheless matter deeply to those we touch. Your lives will ripple outward in ways you cannot predict or measure, just as mine has.

The Future

I wonder sometimes what the world will be like when you are my age. Will those automobiles truly replace horses? Will airplanes fill the skies—I've read of such machines! Will electric lights shine in every home? What other marvels await you?

But more importantly, I wonder: Will you still gather as families? Will you still worship together? Will you still make music and pass down stories? I pray you will. These are the things that truly matter, the things that make us human, the things that connect us to something larger than ourselves.

My Prayer for You

As we close this evening, let me share with you my prayer—the prayer I say for you every night before I sleep:

Dear Lord, watch over these precious children. Guide them through the changing world that awaits them. Give them strength for trials, humility in success, compassion for others, and faith that endures. Help them to love deeply, to serve faithfully, and to make music—both literal and figurative—throughout their lives. And when their time on earth is complete, welcome them home to You, where we shall all be reunited in eternal joy. Amen.

In Closing

Remember me, children, but do not grieve overmuch when I am gone. I have lived a good life, a full life. I have known love and loss, joy and sorrow, music and silence. I have done my best with what God gave me to work with.

When you think of me, think of music. Play a hymn on the piano. Sing a song in church. And know that somehow, some way, I am there with you, joining my voice to yours in praise and thanksgiving.

Now, it's getting late, and you should be heading home. But come back tomorrow, and we'll make cookies together. Your grandfather says I spoil you, and perhaps I do—but that's what grandmothers are for, isn't it?

I love you all, more than words can say.

Your loving grandmother, Juliet

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The Video Overview of Julia E. (White) Richmond's life memoir, created by the Google Gemini Notebook AI tool, is below and on my YouTube channel:   

This is historical fiction, based on my own genealogical research and family records. It is what Julia (White) Richmond might have told her grandchildren in 1912.  

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.

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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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Della and Austin Carringer In the Corn Field in About 1920 in San Diego -- (Not So) Wordless Wednesday #932

 This is a priceless (to me) image in my computer file folders from the Carringer family collection:


This photofraph is of my great-grandparents Henry Austin and Abbey Ardelle "Della" (Smith) Carringer in their garden in about 1920, on the block with their home at 2105 30th Street.  They seem to be harvesting corn.

The MyHeritage Scribe AI feature Key Feature section described the original black and white photograph as:
A black and white photograph capturing a man and a woman working in a tall cornfield during harvest time. The woman is seated on a wooden crate, shucking corn into a container at her feet, while the man stands beside her with a long-handled agricultural tool resting across his shoulders. The mood is candid and industrious, reflecting everyday rural or semi-rural life.
The Historical Background section has:
This image illustrates early 20th-century American agricultural or homesteading life. The subjects, potentially named Della and Austin based on the metadata, are engaged in the seasonal task of harvesting corn. The presence of utility lines in the background highlights the transitional period of the 1920s, where modern infrastructure like telephone and electrical lines began reaching rural and semi-rural communities. Genealogists researching the 'Lyles' family or individuals named Della and Austin should look into census records from 1920, focusing on agricultural schedules or rural addresses.
The Date Prediction was:  
Prediction: Circa 1915-1925. Clues: The provided metadata suggests 'ca1920,' which aligns perfectly with the visual evidence. The woman's attire (blouse and long dark skirt) and the man's workwear (suspenders, wide trousers) are characteristic of the late 1910s to 1920s. The white-bordered snapshot format also strongly supports this timeframe. 
Confidence: High for the 1915-1925 range.
The Visual Clues section said:
People: A woman wearing a light-colored blouse, dark skirt, and a wide-brimmed straw hat; a man wearing a light-colored long-sleeve shirt, dark trousers with suspenders, and a hat. 
Objects: A wooden crate used as a seat, a bucket or basket for the shucked corn, a long-handled tool (likely a hoe), and a metal water spigot visible in the lower right foreground. 
Environment: A dense field of mature corn stalks indicating late summer or autumn. Faint utility lines (telephone or power) are visible in the sky, suggesting the location is near a house or a developed road.
This scene is part of my family history!!

The corn field may have been just north and/or east of the house, which was on the southwest corner of the block.  They grew vegetables and fruit and berries in the gardens. They were both raised on a farm and understood the growing seasons and appropriate plant types.  

NOTE:  I used the MyHeritage photo tools to sharpen and colorize this image.

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Tuesday, September 8, 2026

Genealogy News Bytes -- Week of 2 to 8 September 2026

  Welcome to Genealogy News Bytes, posted on Tuesday afternoon for the past week, where we try to highlight the most important genealogy and family history news  items that came across our desktop since the last issue.    


1)  Genealogy Research and Family History News Articles:



2)  DNA Testing and Genetic Genealogy

3)  Genealogy Book/Magazine Notices and Reviews:

*  Update—Great Migration Study Project [American Ancestors]

4)  Genealogy Software/Mobile Apps


5)  New or Updated Genealogy Digital Record Collections:









6)  Did you miss the last post in this series?  See Genealogy News Bytes - Week of 26 August to 1 September 2026.


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Ask AI: "What is the Origin of the Given Name 'Shubael'?"

One of the most interesting names in my ancestry is that of my 8th greatr-grandfather, Shubael Seaver (1640-1730), the first child and son of Robert and Elizabwthy (Ballard) Seaver who settled in Roxbury, Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1634.

I decided to ask an Artificial Intelligence Large Language Model about the name, and with the answer I asked OpenAI ChatGPT5 to create an Infographic:

(OpenAI ChatGPT5 Infographic - Origin of the given name "Shubael")

 Here is my prompt for Google Gemini 3: "What is the origin of the given name Shubael (my 8th great-grandfather was Shubael Seaver 1640-1730) of Massachusetts."

The Google Gemini response was:

                 Origin Of the Given Name “Shubael”


How incredible to have your family history traced back directly to 17th-century Massachusetts! Finding a distinct name like Shubael in a family tree is always a treat for genealogists.

Here is the origin, meaning, and historical context of your 8th great-grandfather’s name:

Linguistic Origin and Meaning

Shubael (pronounced shoo-bay-uhl) is a name of ancient Hebrew origin. In the original Hebrew, it is written as שׁוּבָאֵל (Shuba’el) or שְׁבוּאֵל (Shebuel).

The name is a combination of two Hebrew root words:

  1. The Prefix: Derived either from shub (meaning "to return," "to turn back," or "to restore") or shaba (meaning "to take captive").

  2. The Suffix: El, which means "God".

Because of these overlapping linguistic roots, Hebrew scholars generally translate the name to mean "Returned to God," "Restored of God," or "Captive of God".

Biblical Context

Like many names chosen by early American colonists, Shubael comes out of the Old Testament. In the Bible, Shubael (often interchanged with Shebuel) belongs to two distinct figures, both associated with King David's reign:

  • A Temple Treasurer: A grandson of Moses (via his son Gershom) who was appointed as the chief officer over the treasuries of the house of God.

  • A Temple Musician: One of the sons of Heman, who was part of the royal prophecy and temple choir.

Why Did Your 8th Great-Grandfather Have This Name?

When the Puritans settled New England in the 1600s, they broke heavily away from traditional English naming conventions. They largely abandoned standard "Catholic" or traditional English royal names (like William, Henry, or Richard) in favor of deep, often obscure Old Testament names.

They chose names like Shubael, Ebenezer, Mehitabel, and Amariah because they wanted their children to bear names that carried spiritual weight, humility, and a direct reminder of their covenant with God. To the Puritans, naming a child Shubael ("Returned to God") was a literal prayer for the child's salvation and lifelong devotion.

In early colonial documents, you might see his name spelled in a variety of phonetic ways—such as Shubel, Shuball, or Shebuel—as spelling conventions were highly fluid at the time.

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I often ask relatively short questions of the LLMs Anthropic Claude, Google Gemini and OpenAI ChatGPT, and also of the Google AI search feature. They always provide me more information about the topic and I learn something new every day about the lives and times and places of my ancestors.

What is really amazing is that the Shubael Seaver born in 1640 had a son Shubael born in 1679, who had a son Shubael born in 1705, who had a son Shubael born in 1740, who had a son Shubael born in 1773, who had a son Shubael born in 1804 (he probably died young and did not marry). Six generations of Shubael Seaver persons!   They all probably wondered about the significance of their name.

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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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