Category Archives: Speaking from experience

Makes me wonder

In doing online sweeps for unresolved, related threads of this genealogy, one thing always makes me do a doubletake. That’s when I find that this blog pops up, often seeming to have most of the available information about a certain person or even place.

Why aren’t other sources showing up?

Actually, I find it a bit disconcerting.  Especially when individuals have simply vanished from sight, even mine.


A strip of Dayton postcards, back in the day  

This is my hometown, a decade or so before I showed up.

The public library. I got my first card here, before the structure was torn down and replaced.



Newcomb Tavern. You can still tour it, though it’s been moved to Carillon Park.


That’s John Henry PATTERSON, the patriarchal industrial pioneer who founded the National Cash Register Company, now NCR.



The epicenter of town, right at Third and Main streets.


My, times have changed!


I knew it well.


Next to the art institute. My grandpa was a member, but it was secret-secret.


What we would now call a veterans hospital.


Every city has to have a skyline, right? Like right out of Hollywood?


She was, I’m told, quite colorful

Perhaps if all the research had already been done, we wouldn’t be nearly as engaged. Still, once in a while, we find one of our lines quite thoroughly worked out. This has happened just twice for me – once, with my Ozbun lineage, and again with my McSherry side, the latter because of the work of Agnes Winkleman assisted by Gale Honeyman, who was, I should note, also a Spitler descendant.

She treasured her membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution.

Here’s a bit from one of our exchanges.

I mentioned to a good friend of mine who is associated with the Brookville Spitler House about your interest in the Ehrstine family and she put these three pages together …

I have found the Ehrstine Cemetery and it is not where I thought it was. It is located just north of a large shopping center on a narrow road that is much traveled.

            Agnes Winkleman, 1985