After a couple of false starts, my computer guru was able to come today. In fact, I spent an extra hour in bed. Lazy slug! By the time I got up and turned on the ring on my phone, it was pretty late. And I still didn’t notice I had a text waiting until it was embarrassingly late. The short version, Jim was on the way over!
The good news is, the restore disc did not intimidate him. I told him to blow through all the snarky messages about not able to connect and update, and just put back all the stuff I already had. And he did.
Looking over tabs I didn’t concern myself with in 2012, I saw one that will search and locate all the names I’ve put in as birth places or residences. The program needs attached to the internet, so I’ll talk to Jim about it. In the meantime, just look:
And there are trees for every name in the left hand column. Some are as extensive as my dad's, which cuts off here about 1790. On the paternal side, that is. Dad's ancestry there was Ulster, Presbyterians through and through. Kept track of things.
I tried a screenshot, but Windows 10 and I aren’t on good enough terms yet. I took a picture. That I understand. Looking just at the screen for my dad, unexpanded, I guess I’m overwhelmed by the amount I shrugged my shoulders over and gave up for lost when Ancestry and Family Tree blew me off. Now I must be back in touch with 23 and me, to be back on the mailing list for potential cousins of mine. If ever I discover why my grandfather married my grandmother, I will share!
And in other news of the world, it is cold. Sunshine is not alleviating any misery! We are struggling for twenty degrees, amid sunshine and snow. But, come the weekend, it will be fifty!
I’m off to the loom. There are twenty or fewer towels left on the beam. What should I do next? More red? More orange? More blue? I'm weaving green right now.