Genealogy, Photography

Patrick Basquill 1838-1894

Patrick Basquill 1838-1894
screen shot from Cumberland Family Tree

Patrick Basquill 1838-1894
So many notes!

I have no idea who his parents were, though there are a couple of possible avenues to explore. I also don’t know when he immigrated to the US. All I do know is that he was a bricklayer and spent his entire adult life in the Army, until his final discharge for medical reasons. He died soon after, at the age of 55, and is buried at the US Soldiers’ and Airmen’s Home National Cemetery in Washington, D.C.

He served four stints in the Army, and each time was discharged with a notation that his character was either very good or excellent. He was discharged from his first enlistment at the rank of sergeant, but when he re-enlisted, it was as a private, and that’s the rank he stayed at until his final discharge.

It’s an impressive trail of paperwork that doesn’t tell us much about the man himself. I hope I can eventually figure out who his parents were, at the very least.

(You’ll note that my place names are not the standard four fields and that they’re missing their country designation. That’s a screenshot from my one name study database, and that data isn’t normally something I’d share. I handle it a little differently, because of the way I use that database.)

Pets, Photography

Boys

Boys #cats #tuxedocat #catsanddogs #dogs #boxerdog #dogsandcats

They sleep together at night, but other than that, they don’t interact much. I stayed home from work today, though, after hurting my back, and spent the morning on the couch with Thomas, a heating pad, and Doctor Who. I fell asleep and woke up to find that Piglet had joined us.

Genealogy

Beware the Bad Transcript

Bad Transcript
screen shot from Ancestry

Marriages in Aughagower Parish, County Mayo
Marriages in Aughagower Parish, County Mayo
“25 [Febry 1827] Patt McDonnel to Bridget Basquil prst. James McGuire & Wilm Basquil”

I am deeply grateful to the folks who transcribe old records for us. They provide an invaluable service, sometimes paid but often not. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining about the transcription. I’m not. I’m just issuing yet another warning that we need to be careful not to take them at face value.

First, this particular transcript on Ancestry is of an entry in a volume of marriages from multiple parishes in the diocese of Tuam. Each parish is dutifully recorded in the original, but that information seems to have been lost in the transcript, which misidentifies this marriage as happening in the parish Abbeyknockmoy, in County Galway. Not impossible, because there were some Basquills who migrated that way, but this was not one of those cases. The marriage–and another on the same page for an Anna Basquil who, I am sure, will turn out to be Bridget’s sister–occurred in Aughagour [Aughagower] parish in County Mayo.

I mention this mostly because I see people get really precious about transcripts on sites like Ancestry. They copy and paste them into their genealogy program, as if they have intrinsic value. They do not. The transcript is simply a finding aid. By all means, transcribe the original document yourself, but you are opening yourself up to perpetuating someone else’s mistakes if you copy and use the transcribed info from a genealogy website.

Second, the name. If you’re hunting Basquills, you will find that the Q is often mis-transcribed as a G. Judicious use of wildcards can help tease out some of the more common transcription errors, but it pays to be creative and flexible with your search strategies. And never, ever, ever get attached to the idea that there is one true way to spell a name.

Pets, Photography

Bad Seed

I’ve been trying to keep Thomas from racing around on the carpet, so he doesn’t re-injure his paw pad. So of course he’s being an unholy terror today. He stole a stick of butter off the kitchen counter, and then he stole the spoon out of my bowl, when I turned my back for two seconds.

Pets, Photography

Woefoot

Thomas injured one of his paw pads. #dogs #boxerdog #woefoot

Thomas injured one of his paw pads. He won’t leave it alone. I’m watching him like a hawk, so he doesn’t chew a giant hole in his foot. I put the cone of shame on him for a while, but it freaks him out so badly I don’t dare leave him like that unattended. He is a giant, hysterical cupcake.

Hopefully it’ll heal quickly!