"Freedom of the press belongs to those who own one." —A. J. Liebling
One of my bloggy friends, Ronni Bennett, wrote, "Freedom of the press still belongs to those who own one, and blogging means practically anyone can own one. That is the Number One reason why blogs matter. With blogging we designate a fairly beautiful thing: the extension to many more people of a free press—the right to publish your thoughts to the world."
Here's a wonderful post by William Zinsser who believes we have a right to write.
So write! Take others on your travels through life!
Remember all that hogwash I told you about my travel wardrobe? After almost three weeks in the same clothes, I'd like to burn them all! Read Angie's advice on flop-proof travel outfits. (I'm getting a dirndl.)
Back when I was having babies, Dee said, "Let's name the last one after you." That's why we have a Mini Mart! Marta's a master blogger, and knows her stuff. Read her post on: Jealousy and Blogging. (And tell her I miss her!)
Right now we're in Ireland digging for my brother-in-law's roots. He died in 1999 so we're writing his story. Today we're meeting my sister Jolyn for a heritage tour of Portaferry. Read her advice. She's very wise.
As you can see, Viennese women are chic! I'll be one of them for a week, and I'm bringing my chic in one carry-on suitcase.
Packing List Two pair pants (jeans and black) Four T-shirts (1 black, 1 bright, 2 print) Two tank tops (black, white) Lightweight black Cardigan Denim and other jacket Silver jewelry Long (fake) pearl necklace and earrings Cream colored long silk opera scarf Three colorful scarves for jacket Two pairs shoes (black and red) PJ's Four sets underwear
This is all I'm taking for a three-week trip. On the plane I'm wearing black leggings, a black tunic, gray tunic vest, and a red pashmina. (This will be good for lounging around, when I want to seem dressed.)
Everything except the jacket and jeans can be hand-washed. I always take lightweight fabrics that will dry overnight.
I pack kits so I can unpack and pack quickly. Nightstand kit: little flashlight, tissues, lotion, chapstick. Secretary kit: Check register, calculator, pen, envelope for receipts. Recharge kit: camera and phone chargers, extra batteries, memory card. Toiletries, Make-up, the usual.
I use a cool packing cube for my clothes. It has hard plastic pieces for the top and bottom to keep things neat. I take a fabric laundry sack, and an extra Le Sac bag that folds into it's own pouch. If I need to, I can stuff the Le Sac with my laundry bag, check it for the flight home, and have room for souvenirs.
It never looks like it will all fit.
I stuff in two umbrellas to vary my look in the photos. (That's why I take two jackets.)
Push it all down, and voila!
(P.S. We make a stop at the local post office before we leave a city, and mail any purchases home, so we don't get overloaded. They have boxes and tape there.)
"If you look like your passport photo, then in all probability you need the journey." —Earl Wilson
Tips for a Genealogy Research Trip:
Make a list of your objectives. Ask yourself, "How can I make the best use of my time?"
Prepare folders with names, dates and other information you already have.
Use Google maps to find churches, cemeteries, schools, etc. that will be possible resources.
Search the Internet for addresses, hours, and phone numbers of courthouses, libraries, archives, and historical societies you'd like to visit.
Email or call ahead for information on collections. Do they have card files, newspapers or original records that can only be searched at that repository? Are there records that have not been microfilmed, such as church records?
Take a magnifying glass to help in reading old records.
Figure out how to use the setting for taking pictures of documents on your camera. Take an extra battery.
Take a digital recorder if you plan to do oral interviews, or to record your observations. (I'm excited to try this feature on my iPhone.)
Be ready with a notebook to document your findings and the sources, and folders to stash old photos or postcards you come across in antique stores.
Aunt Marie told me about the diamond clip. How did I miss out on that???
Sixty-five years ago my parents got married. At the wedding breakfast my grampa gave a tribute to his new daughter-in-law. He said he had a special wedding present for her, something that had been in the family for years: a diamond clip.
Thrilled, she opened the little box and found . . .