Dec. 16 marks the 250th anniversary of the Boston Tea Party. While the American Revolution didn’t heat up until the events at Lexington and Concord, it was the reaction to a tea tax that led to events which caused the British to punish Boston and eventually the American colonists to rebel.
The holiday season should be one of joyous celebration. However, there are countries today in the grip of war. War dramatically changes how the people in these countries view and observe the “normal” holiday traditions.
It was not so long ago when almost every family would gather and play either Charlemagne or Bioute once or several times a week. Of course, some still do and still find it to be a great way to spend time together as a family and with friends.
As we are going into winter, the last thing on many of our minds are the pollinators that we associate with spring and summer.
Have you ever stopped to wonder where our streets got their names? As is the case often in small communities, the streets are named after early settlers.
Maine’s habitat of heavy forest, especially throughout Aroostook County, has dictated the most productive styles of deer hunting since the early 1900s. Our fathers and grandfathers put much needed venison in the ice box using walk and stalk tactics.
November is the month we traditionally give thanks for the blessings in our lives. Genealogists should also give thanks to our own unique set of blessings. So, here’s my list of genealogical thanks.
A chill is in the air, the daylight hours are shorter, and we relish late fall sunshine. But before more snow flies and the gardening catalogs set us to longing for spring, here are a few thoughts about putting the flower gardens to bed for the winter.
With the holiday season looming, you may want to ask Santa for a DNA test kit or perhaps gift one to a special person. Most people are interested in their family ethnicity even if they aren’t genealogists. Ethnicity tests (autosomal DNA) are offered by a variety of companies.
The first line of well-known poet and author Lewis Carroll’s poem, “The Hunting of the Snark,” reads “Just the place for a Snark!”.
