I’ve spent a good portion of this weekend helping a my neighbor sort and move things around, in preparation for the installation of a temporary housemate at Chez Lea. Mostly, it involved hanging out and providing company and moral support while she did the dirty work. But, there was something in it for me, too. She’d read about my recent dissatisfaction with my printer situation, and that I was planning on eventually upgrading one of my printers to a black and white laser (not so very expensive, especially after the cost per page is factored in). Anyway, she had an older but perfectly functional laser printer sitting in her “to be sorted” pile, complete with extra cartridge. Both of which she gave to me, onna counta she’s such a spectacularly swell person. Wheee!
I just finished swapping it into the printer rotation and printing a test sheet, and it appears as if all systems are go. I win! Not only does this mean that I don’t have to worry about ink drying out, but I can now play around with toner-based transfers. I can’t wait. I’m having a geek-gasm just thinking about it.
This, boys and girls, is a prime lesson in why it’s important to let the universe know what you want. If you don’t, how will it know what to give you?
And now, I’m off to play in genealogy-land. I’ve found yet another collapsing branch on Esther’s family tree, this time in the form of first cousins marrying. What’s funny is that both collapses are in the same generation, but on opposite sides of her grandmother’s family.
I’m still having no luck with her paternal grandmother’s family. I know her name (Emma Pearson) and I now know her parent’s names (Jonathan C. Pearson and Nancy Jane Anderson), but it dies there. I’ve found what I think are some of Jonathan Pearson’s relatives, and a possible link to them, but nothing solid enough to be useful. If it does turn out to be his family, they were originally from South Carolina, moved to Ohio, where Jonathan was born, then to La Salle County Ohio, where he married Nancy Jane.
(Please, do not ask how many hours I wasted last night trying to get even that far.)
Oh, and I encountered another kick-ass name: Tamer Jane Cammack. She might (or might not) have been Jonathan’s mother. She had a son named Jonathan, but I could find no birth/death dates or anything else to indicate that they’re the same person. The dates are in the right ball park, and the migration pattern would be possible, but that’s obviously not good enough.
red paper boat 