Amanuensis Monday -- 1839 Deed of Heirs of James Bell Selling Land in Henderson, Jefferson County, New York To Jedediah McCumber

 This week's document for transcription is the 1839 Deed of the heirs of James Bell (including Ranslow and Mary Smith) selling 65.68 acres of land in Henderson, Jefferson County, New York to Jedediah McCumber for $1,046.86.  

Jefferson County, New York, Deed Book 1839:  pages 533-534, image 613 of 652:

Jefferson County, New York, Deed Book 1839:  pages 535-536, image 614 of 652:

The transcription of this deed, starting on page 534 at the top of the right-hand page of the firsdt image, with the assistance of FamilySearch Full-Text Search:

[Page 534 starting at the top of the page]:

This Indenture made the third day of December in the year one

 thousand Eight hundred and thirty nine Between Harvey Smith 

& Sarah his wife Ranslow Smith & Polly his wife John Clark & 

Nancy his wife David Bell & Emeline his wife & Cornelia Bell & 

James G. Bell & Nancy his wife of the first part and Jedediah Mc-

Cumber of the second part Witnesseth that the said parties of the first part 

in consideration of the sum of One Thousand and Forty Six dol-

lars and eighty six cents dollars lawful money of the United States of 

America paid to them by the said party of the second part the receipt where-0

of is hereby acknowledged have granted bargained sold released and 

confirmed and by these presents do grant bargain sell release and 

confirm to the said party of the second part his heirs and assigns all 

that certain piece or lot of land lying in the town of Henderson County 

of Jefferson and State of New York being part of subdivision number

One on great lot thirteen and bounded as follows namely Beginning 

at a hemlock stake marked one, two, three four being the south west 

corner of subdivision one on great lot thirteen running thence north nine 

degrees east thirty seven chains Seventy two links to a stake and stones 

William McNeels South west corner thence south eight degrees fifteen 

minutes west seventeen chains Seventy one links to a red cedar stake

which is Stephen Elmer North west corner thence south nine degrees 

west thirty seven chains Seventy two links to a hemlock stake said 

Elmers south west corner thence north eighty one degrees west seventeen 

chains and twelve links to the place of beginning containing Sixty five 

acres and Sixty Eight hundredths of and always reserving and ex-

cepting one undivided seventh part of the above described premises to Jed-

ediah McCumber & Betsey his wife Also one other undivided seventh 

part belonging to Orin Bell as heirs at Law ^the estate of^ James Bell deceased 

Together with the hereditaments and appurtenances and all the estate right 

title and interest of the said parties of the first part of in or to the same and 

the reversions and remainders thereof To have and to hold all and singular 

the said premises hereby granted to the said party of the second part his heirs and 

assigns to the proper use of the said party of the second part his heirs and assigns 

forever subject to the conditions and stipulations contained in the letters 

patent whereby the lands were originally granted and the said parties of 

the first part do hereby for themselves their heirs executors and admin-

istrators covenant with the said party of the second part his heirs and assigms

that they the said parties of the first part immediately before the ensealing 

and delivery hereof were seized of the said premises of an estate in fee sim-

ple therein also that they have power to sell and convey the same as 

hereby intended, also that the said party of the second part his heirs and assigns

shall quietly and peaceably hold and enjoy the same also that 

the same is free from incumbrances and the the said parties of the first part 

and their heirs the said premises to the said party of the second part and

[Page 535 starting at the top of the page]:

heirs against all persons do and will warrant and defend for-

ever by these presents In Witness whereof the said parties of the first 

part have hereunto set their hands and seals the day and year first 

above written James G. Bell L.S. Sarah Smith L.S. Nancy C. Bell

L.S. Cornelia Bell L.S. John Clark ^L.S.^ Nancy Clark L.S. Mary Smith 

L.S. David Bell L.S. Emeline Bell L.S. Harvey Smith L.S. Ranslow 

Smith L.S. Sealed and delivered in presence of The word, wife, 

interlined on the second line counting from the top before signed 

Lowrey Barney 

State of New York Jefferson County ss On the fourteenth day of

December 1839 personally appeared before me James G. Bell & 

Nancy C. his wife Harvey Smith & Sarah his wife John Clark 

and Nancy his wife Ranslow Smith and Mary his wife 

David Bell and Emeline his wife and Cornelia Bell known to me 

to be the persons described in and who executed the same 

within deed all of whom did acknowledge that they did execute 

the same for the uses and purposes therein contained and I further 

certify that the said Nancy of and Sarah and mary and mary 

and Emeline were examined by me privately and apart from 

their husbands and they did uterally acknowledged that they 

executed the same freely without any fear or compulsion of their 

said husbands let it be recorded 

                                  Lowrey Barney Commissioner of deeds &c.

Recorded Dec. 17. 1839. at half past 11oClock A.m. 

The source citation for this deed record is:

"Jefferson County, New York, United States records," Deed of heirs of James Bell to Jedediah McCumber, executed 3 December 1839, recorded 17 December 1839; imaged, FamilySearch   (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:3QSQ-G9WL-PKMQ?view=fullText : accessed 5 April 2026), Image Group Number 007176569, "Jefferson Deeds, 1839," pages 534-535, images 613-614 of 652; original records in Jefferson County, New York Court records.

This land deed documents the sale of 65.68 acres of land in Henderson town, Jefferson County, New York (in Lot Number 13) sold by the heirs of James Bell (including Ranslow and Mary Smith) of Henderson to Jedediah McCumber of Henderson for $1,046.86 in lawful money.

Ranslow and Mary (Bell) Smith (1805-1873) are the adoptive parents of my 2nd great-grandfather Devier J. Lamphier Smith (1839-1894) who resided in Henderson, Jefferson County, New York until about 1843 when he migrated to Dodge County, Wisconsin.

I found this record using FamilySearch Full-Text Search searching for Ranslow Smith and Jefferson County, New York.

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NOTE: Genea-blogger John Newmark (who writes the excellent TransylvanianDutch blog) started a Monday blog theme years ago called "Amanuensis Monday." John offers this definition for "amanuensis:"

"A person employed to write what another dictates or to copy what has been written by another."

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Best of the Genea-Blogs - Week of 12 to 18 April 2026

 Scores of genealogy and family history bloggers write hundreds of posts every week about their research, their families, and their interests. I appreciate each one of them and their efforts.

My criteria for "Best of ..." are pretty simple - I pick posts that advance knowledge about genealogy and family history, address current genealogy issues, provide personal family history, are funny or are poignant. I don't list posts destined for most daily blog prompts or meme submissions (but I do include summaries of them), or my own posts.

Here are my picks for great reads from the genealogy blogs for this past week:

*  Before the Front: What the Records Taught Me by Brenda Leyndyke on Journey To the Past.

*  All About Genealogy Podcasts! by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches on the Family Tree.

*  A Box, Two Extracts, One Unexpected Discovery by Kristen M. Max-Douglas on Our Growing Family Tree.

*  The Main Challenges of FamilySearch Full-text Search, Part Two and Part Three by James Tanner on Genealogy's Star.

*  Book Review: Thomas MacEntee’s Speaking Your Roots by Natalie Webb on Family Tree Technology.

*  One Genealogy Project to Answer All the Questions by DiAnn Iamarino Ohama on Fortify Your Family Tree.

*  A Different Look at Richmond Hammond’s Military Career by Marcia Crawford Philbrick on Heartland Genealogy.

*  The 1926 Irish Census Is Coming: Everything You Need to Know About Ireland’s Most Anticipated Genealogy Release by Thomas MacEntee on Genealogy Bargains.

*  Genealogical Research Process — Estimating Dates by N.P. Maling on Sea Genes Family History & Genealogy Research.

*  Building a Proof Argument (When Your Sources Disagree) by Denyse Allen on Chronicle Makers.

*  Ancestors Calling: Science, Synchronicity and Sources by Judy Nimer Muhn on Lineage Journeys.

*  The 3 Layers of Decisions That Turn Genealogy Into a Story by Devon Noel Lee on Family History Fanatics.

*  How to Solve Genealogy Mysteries Using My ABC Approach by Paul Chiddicks on Paul Chiddicks.

*  Sixteen Unique Trees at FamilyTreeDNA: How and When to Use Each by Roberta Estes on DNAeXplained -- Genetic Genealogy.

*  The Looooong Wait for the 1926 Census for Ireland Is Over by Annette Kapple on AK's Genealogy Research.

*  Tips for Using the New FamilySearch Simple Search Tool  by Diana Elder on Family Locket.

Here are pick posts by other geneabloggers this week: 

*  The Chiddicks Observer Edition 50 by Paul Chiddicks on Paul Chiddicks.

*  Friday’s Family History Finds [17 April 2026] by Linda Stufflebean on Empty Branches on the Family Tree.

*  This week’s crème de la crème -- April 18, 2026 by Gail Dever on Genealogy a la Carte.

*  GenStack [18 April 2026] by Robin Stewart on Genealogy Matters.

Readers are encouraged to go to the blogs listed above and read their articles, and add the blogs to your Favorites, Feedly, another RSS feed, or email if you like what you read. Please make a comment to them also - all bloggers appreciate feedback on what they write.

Did I miss a great genealogy blog post? Tell me! I currently am reading posts from over 900 genealogy bloggers using Feedly, but I still miss quite a few it seems.

Read past Best of the Genea-Blogs posts here.

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Ask AI: Did James Richmond's Farm Support His Family's Life?

 James Richmond (1821-1912) was listed as a farmer in Putnam, Connecticut in the 1880 United States census.  Recently, I found the 1880 Non-Population Agricultural Census for him on Ancestry.com.  It is below:

I posted a Scribe AI summary of this record in Saturday Night Genealogy Fun -- An Unexpected Record Find.

The James Richmond household had six members in the 1880 United States Census Population Schedule.  James the father age 59, Hannah the wife age 55, daughter Louisa age 27, daughter Emma age 27, son John age 15 and son Charles age 13.  See the James Richmond ABC Biography in ABC Biography of #20 James Richman/Richmond (1821-1912) of Wiltshire and New England.

1)  I wondered if the farm produced enough foodstuffs to support the family, so I asked AI Google Gemini 3 about it using this Prompt:

Use the information below about my ancestor James Richmond in the 1880 US Agricultural Census.

• Name: James Richmond

• Role in Document: Farm Owner (Row 9)

• Location: Putnam, Windham County, Connecticut

• Farm Details: You can see he owned 80 acres of land in total (40 tilled, 29 permanent meadows, 3 woodland, 8 other). His farm was valued at $1,900, farming implements at $150, and livestock at $260. The estimated value of all his farm productions in 1879 was $350.

• Livestock & Products: He owned 1 horse, 4 milch cows, and 3 swine. His cows dropped 3 calves and produced 200 lbs of butter. He also kept 16 barnyard poultry which produced 50 eggs.

• Crops: He cultivated 2 acres of Indian corn (yielding 60 bushels), 4 acres of oats (yielding 120 bushels), and 1/2 acre of Irish potatoes (yielding 50 bushels). He had an orchard with 35 bearing apple trees and cut 45 cords of wood valued at $9.

There were Six people in the household. Father James a father, mother Hannah a housekeeper, two daughters age 27, one at home, the other works in a woolen mill. Two sons age 15 and 13 are at school. Please tell me if the food was sufficient to feed a household of six people in 1880. What other foodstuff would be necessary to feed six people for a year? Assume that two cows and one swine were butchered that year.

2)  The AI Google Gemini 3 response was:

With six people and a daughter bringing in a factory wage, the Richmond household was in a strong position.

Here is the analysis based on a household of six.

Food Sufficiency

The farm's output indicates a healthy lifestyle.

• The Potato Surplus: 50 bushels for six people is roughly 8 bushels per person. This is an ample supply that accounts for spoilage and ensures they had plenty of seed potatoes for the next spring.

• Meat Supply: Butchering two cows and a hog for six people provides a very high-protein diet.

  • Beef: Roughly 100–120 lbs per person per year.

  • Pork: One hog would provide plenty of bacon, ham, and lard for cooking.

• Dairy: 200 lbs of butter suggests they were selling a good portion of it. While they likely consumed a lot of fresh milk and buttermilk, "200 lbs of butter" is a significant amount of labor for Hannah and the daughter at home—butter was the "cash crop" of the New England farmwife.

The Economic "Secret Weapon": The Woolen Mill

The fact that one daughter (age 27) worked in a woolen mill is the key to the family’s stability.

• Cash Flow: While James’s "Value of Production" ($350) was tied up in crops and livestock, the daughter’s mill wages provided consistent, monthly cash. 

• Purchasing Power: Her wages likely paid for the "luxuries" and necessities the farm couldn't produce: store-bought cloth for dresses, white flour, tea, and perhaps even some of the boys' school supplies.

The Labor Dynamics

• The Sons (15 & 13): Since they were "at school," James was prioritizing their education over full-time farm labor. However, in 1880, "at school" usually meant they still worked the farm before and after classes and during the grueling harvest season.

• The Daughter at Home: She was likely Hannah’s right hand. Managing 200 lbs of butter, 35 apple trees (which meant canning, drying, and cider-making), and the kitchen garden was a full-time job for two women.

A Yearly "Shopping List"

With six people, they weren't entirely self-sufficient. They would have used the daughter's wages and butter money for:

The Verdict: A Solid Middle-Class Homestead

For a family of six, this was a prosperous setup. They had more meat than they could eat fresh (necessitating a lot of salting and smoking), plenty of starch from the potatoes and corn, and a steady stream of outside income from the textile industry. 

James Richmond wasn't just surviving; he was successfully navigating the transition between the old agricultural world and the new industrial one.

3)  Well, that's good to know.  I was told by a Richmond cousin in 1990 that this was a dairy farm.  Evidently, it wasn't a dairy farm in 1880 with only four cows, but it may have been a dairy farm by 1912, or later, when James Richmond died and his son John was the farmer. 

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Betty and Fred’s Story: Betty and Randy Come Home

  The AI-assisted ABC Biography of my mother, Betty Virginia (Carringer) Seaver, is in ABC Biography of #3 Betty Virginia (Carringer) Seaver (1919-2002) of San Diego, California. I also  wrote Betty's Story: The First-Year Art Teacher about the start of her teaching career.

The AI-assisted ABC Biography of my father, Frederick Walton Seaver, is in ABC Biography of #2 Frederick Walton Seaver Jr. (1911-1983) of Massachusetts and San Diego, California.  I also wrote Fred's Story: The Three-Day Cross-Country Escape  and Fred's Story: "I Need A Girl" about him coming to San Diego, and wanting for a girlfriend.

Then I wrote 23 more chapters of their life together (listed at the end of this post).

And now we are up to late October 1943 and Betty and Randy come home, and the next week is really busy.

                  (AI NotebookLM Infographic - Betty and Randy Come Home)

1)  Based on the biographies and the earlier stories, I asked Anthropic Claude Sonnet 4.5 to tell another story - what happened next (I offered some suggestions!)?  Here is the next story (edited for more detail and accuracy):

Building a Life Together: 

Betty and Randy Come Home

October 27, 1943 - Coming Home

Betty had stayed at Paradise Valley Sanitarium for five days, learning to nurse, recovering from delivery, getting to know her son. The nurses had been patient and helpful, teaching her how to change diapers, how to bathe a newborn, how to recognize Randy's different cries.

Fred visited every morning, then went to work for six hours, and came back in the late afternoon. He held Randy, marveling at every tiny detail. But now, finally, they were going home.

The nurse wheeled Betty out to the car—hospital policy, even though Betty could walk. Fred carried Randy in his arms, terrified of dropping the precious bundle, moving with exaggerated care.

"You need a car seat," the nurse said. "For safety."

"They make car seats for babies?" Fred asked, surprised.

"Some people use them. Or you can just hold him very carefully."

Betty held Randy in the back seat while Fred drove home slowly, avoiding every pothole and bump. It was a beautiful October afternoon, sunny and warm, perfect for bringing a baby home.

Their house looked the same but felt completely different. They had a baby now. A real, living baby who needed them for everything.

Fred carried Randy inside while Betty moved slowly, still sore from delivery. They stood in the living room, looking at their son, suddenly uncertain what to do next.

"Should we put him in the crib?" Fred asked.

"I don't know. The nurse said newborns sleep a lot. Maybe?"

They went to the nursery—freshly painted, decorated with Betty's cheerful animals, waiting for its new occupant. Fred laid Randy carefully in the crib, and they both stood watching him sleep.

"He's so small," Fred whispered. "What if we do something wrong?"

"The nurses said to trust our instincts. Feed him when he's hungry, change him when he's wet, sleep when he sleeps."

"Sleep when he sleeps sounds impossible. When does he sleep?"

As if on cue, Randy woke and began to cry—a small, urgent sound that made Betty's breasts immediately start leaking milk.

"That's my cue," Betty said, picking him up. "Time to eat, sweet boy."

She settled in the rocking chair Fred had made, lifted her shirt, and helped Randy latch on. The nursing was still awkward—they were both learning—but eventually Randy found the rhythm and began to nurse earnestly.

Fred watched in amazement. "That's incredible. Your body is making food for him."

"Nature's pretty smart. Though it hurts more than I expected. The nurses said it gets easier."

When Randy finished nursing, Fred insisted on changing his diaper. He'd watched the nurses do it, but doing it himself was different. The cloth diaper was complicated—folding, pinning, making sure it wasn't too tight or too loose.

"How do you know if I'm doing this right?" Fred asked Randy, who stared up at him with unfocused eyes.

"If it stays on and catches what it needs to catch, you're doing it right," Betty said from the rocking chair, amused by Fred's intense concentration.

"There's so much I don't know. Like how do we wash these diapers? Do we just hang them in the bathroom?"

"We rinse them first in the toilet, then wash them with hot water and soap, and dry them on the line. My mother explained the whole process."

"That sounds disgusting."

"Welcome to parenthood. It's all disgusting and wonderful at the same time."

November 1, 1943 - Fred Returns to Work

Fred's days of paternity leave ended on Saturday, October 30^th, and he returned to work on Monday the first of November. Betty dreaded his return to work—the thought of being alone all day with Randy terrified her.

"What if something happens? What if he won't stop crying? What if I can't figure out what he needs?"

"You'll figure it out. You already are figuring it out. You're a natural mother."

"I don't feel natural. I feel like I'm making everything up as I go."

"That's what parenting is. We'll be fine. And I'm just a phone call away if you need me."

Fred left for Rohr at 6 a.m., kissing Betty and Randy goodbye. Betty stood at the door holding their nine-day-old son, feeling suddenly very alone.

The day stretched endlessly. Randy nursed, slept, cried, needed changing, nursed again. Betty was exhausted—Randy woke every two to three hours at night to eat, which meant she was getting maybe four hours of sleep total, in fragmented chunks.

At 10 a.m., there was a knock at the door. Betty answered it, still in her bathrobe, to find Eleanor Steddom on the porch with baby Clark.

"Surprise! I thought you might need company. And I know exactly how overwhelming the first weeks are."

Betty burst into tears. "I'm so glad you're here. I've been up since 5 a.m. and I haven't even gotten dressed."

"Neither have I most days. That's motherhood. Can I come in?"

Eleanor stayed all day, a veteran of six weeks of motherhood, sharing tips and reassurance. She showed Betty an easier way to fold cloth diapers, helped her figure out Randy's different cries (hungry cry versus wet cry versus tired cry), and held Randy while Betty took a desperately needed shower.

"You're doing great," Eleanor said as they sat together, each holding a baby. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but you are. Randy is healthy, you're nursing successfully, and you're both alive. That's all that matters in these early weeks."

"I'm so tired I can barely think straight."

"That's normal too. It gets better. Around six weeks, they start sleeping a bit longer at night. Around three months, even longer. You just have to survive until then."

When Fred came home at 5 p.m., he found Betty and Eleanor sitting together, babies sleeping in their laps, both women looking exhausted but companionable.

"Thank you for coming," Fred told Eleanor. "I was worried about Betty being alone all day."

"We new mothers have to stick together. Tomorrow, Sally's planning to visit. We've organized a rotation—someone will come by every day for the first two weeks to help Betty."

"That's... I don't know what to say. Thank you."

After Eleanor left, Fred took over baby duty while Betty napped. He was getting better at diaper changes, more confident holding Randy, less terrified that he'd break his son just by touching him.

November 2, 1943 - Meeting the Family

November 2nd was Lyle's birthday, and the Carringers came to meet their first grandson. Emily, Lyle, Georgianna, Austin, and Della all crowded into the small living room, everyone wanting to hold the baby.

"Oh, Betty," Emily breathed, holding Randy carefully. "He's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

"Look at those hands," Georgianna said, examining Randy's tiny fingers. "He's going to be tall, like Fred."

"He has the Carringer nose," Della announced. "See? Same shape as Betty's and Lyle's."

Lyle held his grandson awkwardly, clearly terrified of doing something wrong. But his face showed pure joy.

"My grandson," he kept saying. "My grandson. I'm a grandfather."

"First great-grandchild for all of us," Georgianna said, she and Della exchanging proud looks. At seventy-five and eight-one respectively, they'd both lived long enough to see the next generation arrive.

Austin, at age ninety, was equally smitten. "Can I hold him?"

They passed Randy around carefully, everyone marveling at how small he was, how perfect, how miraculous.

Emily had brought food—of course she had. A casserole for dinner, fresh bread, cookies for Fred's lunch boxes, a pot of soup for the days ahead.

"You need to eat well to make milk for the baby," Emily instructed Betty. "And you need to rest. Let Fred help. Let us help. Don't try to do everything yourself."

"I'm trying. But there's so much to do. Diapers to wash, bottles to sterilize even though I'm nursing, laundry, cooking—"

"The housework can wait. The baby can't. Focus on Randy and yourself. Everything else is secondary."

They celebrated Lyle's birthday with cake and coffee, Randy sleeping peacefully through the festivities in Fred's arms.

"Best birthday present ever," Lyle said, looking at his grandson. "Better than anything you could have bought me."

As the family prepared to leave, Georgianna pulled Betty aside.

"You're doing well, my dear. I can see it. You're tired, but you're managing. That's all you can ask in these early weeks."

"I feel like I'm barely holding it together."

"That's motherhood. But you're stronger than you think. And you have Fred, which is more than many women have. Lean on him. Let him help. You're a team."

November 4, 1943 - The Pink and Blue Party

Sally and George Lyons hosted a "Pink and Blue" party at their house in Chula Vista to celebrate Randy's birth. Betty's sorority sisters were all there—Eleanor with baby Clark, Phyllis with baby Richard, Sally, Jane, Margaret, and half a dozen others. The Carringers came, along with the Chamberlains and Dorothy's mother, Fred's aunt Emily Taylor.

"This is the party we would have had before Randy was born," Sally explained. "But with everything being so uncertain with due dates, we decided to wait until after."

The living room was decorated with pink and blue streamers (since they hadn't known if it would be a boy or girl), and tables were laden with gifts—more baby clothes, blankets, cloth diapers, rattles and toys.

"This is too much," Betty protested, looking at the pile of presents.

"Nonsense," Emily said firmly. "Babies need things. And we want to help."

Randy was passed from woman to woman, everyone cooing over him, comparing him to Clark (who at ten weeks was noticeably bigger), discussing feeding schedules and sleep patterns and all the minutiae of infant care.

The men gathered in the kitchen, leaving the baby talk to the women. Fred found himself in a corner with Rod and Dick, the three fathers comparing notes.

"How much sleep are you getting?" Dick asked Fred.

"Maybe four hours a night, total. Randy eats every two to three hours."

"It gets better around six weeks," Rod said. "Clark just started sleeping four-hour stretches at night. It's life-changing."

"How do you manage work on so little sleep?" Fred asked.

"Coffee. Lots of coffee. And knowing it's temporary. This phase doesn't last forever."

Phyllis Tazelaar had brought baby Richard, now nine months old and crawling everywhere. Watching him explore the Lyons' house, getting into everything, made the new parents both excited and terrified.

"That's our future," Eleanor said to Betty, watching Richard pull himself up on furniture. "In a few months, Clark will be mobile. In less than a year, Randy will be too."

"I can't imagine it. Right now he can't even hold his head up."

"It happens fast. Everyone says so. Enjoy this newborn phase while it lasts, even though you're exhausted."

The party was lovely but overwhelming. Betty found herself grateful when it was time to leave, ready to get Randy home to his familiar nursery and routine.

"People really care about us," Fred said on the drive home, Randy sleeping in Betty's arms. "Look at all these gifts. All this support."

"We're lucky. I know women who do this completely alone. But we have family, friends, community. That makes all the difference."

At home, they put Randy in his crib and stood watching him sleep, marveling as always at this tiny person they'd created.

"Two weeks old today," Fred said. "Two weeks of being parents."

"How are we doing?"

"Better than I expected. Worse than I hoped. Somewhere in between."

"That sounds about right."

They went to bed early—sleep was precious, had to be grabbed whenever possible. Randy would wake in two or three hours wanting to eat, and the cycle would begin again.

But for now, he slept. And so did they.

Randall Jeffrey Seaver, two weeks old, first child of Frederick and Betty Seaver, first grandchild of Lyle and Emily Carringer, first great-grandchild of Georgianna Auble, and Austin and Della Carringer.

The newest member of the family.

Perfect, precious, and already completely loved.

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To be continued...

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2) Here is the Google NotebookLM Video Overview about Fred and Betty's life in the last week of October: 

3)  This story is historical fiction based on real people -- my parents and me -- and a real event in a real place.  I don't know the full story of these events -- but this is how it might have been. I hope that it was at least this good! Claude is such a good story writer!  I added some details and corrected some errors in Claude's initial version.

Stay tuned for the next chapter in this family story.

Here are the previous chapters:

•  Betty's Story: "The Dinner That Changed Everything" where Betty met Fred at Betty's student's home and their lives were changed.  
• Betty and Fred's Story: "The First Date" -- they got to know each other better.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "New Beginnings" --  the romance blossoms a bit.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "Late Summer, Early Fall 1941" -- more fun and love.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "Autumn Into Winter 1941" -- Thanksgiving, Pearl Harbor and Christmas
• Betty and Fred's Story: Winter 1941/2 ... and Waiting -- more fun and love and Valentine's Day -- and disappointment
• Betty and Fred's Story: "Winter Into Spring 1942"-- bad news, frustration and acceptance.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "The Big Moment" -- the proposal
• Betty and Fred's Story: "Racing Toward Forever"-- only two weeks to go!
• Betty and Fred's Story: "The Days Before 'I Do' " --  The next two weeks.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "The Wedding Day" -- the big day!
• Betty and Fred's Story: "The Honeymoon" -- a lovely week.
• Betty and Fred's Story:  "A Home and Planning Ahead." -- getting organized.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "Building a Life Together" -- working and loving.
• Betty and Fred's Story: "Celebrations and War Worries" -- a birthday, a telegram, and Thanksgiving.
• Betty and Fred's Story: Married Life in December 1942 -- Christmas 1942.
• Betty and Fred's Story - New Year 1943 -- Life is busy!
• Betty and Fred's Story: February to April 1943 -- A baby is on the way!
• Betty and Fred's Story: Late Spring 1943 -- Life goes on!
• Betty and Fred's Story: Early Summer 1943 -- Beach Party and First Anniversary
• Betty and Fred's Story: Late July and August 1943 -- Waiting Is Hard.
• Betty and Fred's Story: September to Mid-October 1943 -- Almost there!
• Betty and Fred's Story: October, 1943 -- Baby Randy Is Born -- Finally!

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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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Saturday Night Genealogy Fun -- An Unexpected Record Find

 Calling all Genea-Musings Fans: 

 It's Saturday Night again - 

time for some more Genealogy Fun!!

Here is your assignment if you choose to play along (cue the Mission Impossible music, please!):

1)  Have you found an unexpected record recently (or at any time) in your genelaogy and family history research?  A document, a book, an article, a letter, etc. 

2)  This week, please tell us about that unexpected record find and how it helped your research.

2)  Share your unexpected record find and how it helped your research with us in your own blog post, writing a comment on this blog post, or put it in a Substack post, Facebook Note, or some other social media system.  Please leave a comment on this post so others can find it.

NOTE:  I could use ideas for different SNGF topics.  Please email me (randy.seaver@gmail.com).

Here's mine:

Recently, I was going through Ancestry Hints to Save to my tree for several ancestors, since the Ancestry AI Tools want to work on Ancestry records saved to an Ancestry Member Tree.

My person of interest was my 2nd great-grandfather, James Richmond (1821-1912) of Putnam, Connecticut. I knew that he had a farm there in the 1870 to 1912 time period. The farm is at the east end of Richmond Road in Putnam -- I visited the farm when visiting one of his great-grandsons in 1990.

On Ancestry, there was an 1880 Non-Population Agricultural Census record for James Richmond  that I had not seen before.  Here it is:

James is #9 on this page (in four separate tables) with information about his farm.  I input the image into Scribe AI and what I learned was:

Principal Individual

• Name: James Richmond
• Role in Document: Farm Owner (Row 9)
• Location: Putnam, Windham County, Connecticut
• Farm Details: You can see he owned 80 acres of land in total (40 tilled, 29 permanent meadows, 3 woodland, 8 other). His farm was valued at $1,900, farming implements at $150, and livestock at $260. The estimated value of all his farm productions in 1879 was $350.
• Livestock & Products: He owned 1 horse, 4 milch cows, and 3 swine. His cows dropped 3 calves and produced 200 lbs of butter. He also kept 16 barnyard poultry which produced 50 eggs.
• Crops: He cultivated 2 acres of Indian corn (yielding 60 bushels), 4 acres of oats (yielding 120 bushels), and 1/2 acre of Irish potatoes (yielding 50 bushels). He had an orchard with 35 bearing apple trees and cut 45 cords of wood valued at $9.

Associated Individuals

• Wesley Gibson: Enumerator for this district.
• Other Farmers Listed: Putnam Town Farm, George Leach, George A. Pettis, Rufus Malbone, John Gibbons, Jesse H. White, Lucia Perrin, Edward O'Brien, and Nicholas Cosgrove.

The two minutes I spent waiting for this listing saved me half an hour of trying to write it down or type it up.  

This helps me better understand the extent of James Richmond's farm.  It is more than the dairy farm that I was told it was when I visited. My guess is that his descendants turned it into a dairy farm in the years after James Richmond died.

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