Showing posts with label Portfors genealogy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portfors genealogy. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

STAYCATION 2018, DAY 3 (TUESDAY)


It was hotter today than I anticipated – all the way to 90. A lovely breeze gave way to pure heat by mid-afternoon. I failed to close the house and it got hot in here, too. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day – the first day of summer – and it might be the first day of air conditioning as well.

Daughter Hallie sent questions about her great-grandfather Charlie Portfors (my mother's father), so I decided to delve into scanning the documents that came my way a couple of years ago. It’s on my list of “things I might not accomplish” while staycationing, so why not accomplish it? It was my morning’s work.

My grandfather was born in Finland in 1875 and came to the United States in 1891 with his father and several siblings. Mother knew the story by heart, but did we write it down? No! – and I don’t remember all the details. And now eldest sister Harriet, who did remember family history, is also gone. It’s not that memory is so important, though it certainly helps. In pursuing genealogy, you must have documentation, and the quest for that doesn’t interest me. 




In Grandpa’s time, official documents relating to birth, death, marriage, etc., weren't issued, but he had some foresight (or someone gave him some good advice). In the ‘30s, he obtained an official marriage license and certificate (based on church records, I think) and in 1957, he apparently went to considerable effort to obtain immigration documents from Finland and a certificate of citizenship from the United States. These were among my uncle’s effects, and I congratulate myself that I sifted through those before tossing. So, today was the day. I scanned Grandpa’s documents and sent them to my brother and my daughter.
 
In the afternoon, I moved my Brother embroidery machine to the living room. The little sewing room was glad to have some relief from the congestion, and maybe I’ll actually read the manual and embroider something. I’ve lost momentum and it’s hard to re-start. I also cut out doll clothes.


But when it was time to walk the dogs, it was just too hot, so our outing was close to home. Mike called this evening, and I confirmed the amount of food each dog is allotted. I had written it down correctly but shorted them because I failed to check my notes. KW