When I am preparing for a research trip, I bring along all of the necessities: my laptop, my Flip-pal scanner, a magnifying glass, little colored Post-it flags, a change purse for copies, my digital camera, you know what you need to bring. Oh! And my glasses! I forgot those one time and paid a dear price.
I also take along my 15-generation pedigree chart. I still use a paper copy of a pedigree chart, for it serves as my road map for research. Plus, if I happen to step away for a moment while in the library, I almost always come back to see other researchers looking at it! They want to see if we connect. I also take a few extra to give out, for people are always asking me where I get them.
But, I love looking around the areas where I research. The hills and hollers of Kentucky with the fields of tobacco waiting to go into the tobacco barns. I love looking at the rolling green hills of Virginia, with the peaks of the Appalachian Mountains and their beauty. The grandeur of all of this wonderful land takes my breath away.
I have also visited and photographed a few of the homes of my ancestors. One that stands out in my memory is that of Zachariah Johnston in Lexington, Virginia and has been on the market for awhile. It was built in 1797.
The price tag is $1,500.00. I want it.
But, my people didn't stay in one place. They moved on to other areas that were considered "the west". That would have included Kentucky, and also the Northwest Territory, which included Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin and a portion of Minnesota.
People moved for many reasons: in Virginia, it might have been because the land had been "burned" by raising tobacco year after year. They may have received land for military service. There may have been extreme climate conditions. Do a google search on "the year without a summer 1816" and you will be astounded at the effects of volcanic ash from Mount Tamboro, which erupted in Indonesia. It snowed through the summer, creating ice on ponds from New England to North Carolina. Crops were destroyed and people didn't know how they would feed their families through the winter.
There was also the promise of bigger and better things. Young people left New England to come to Ohio and they rarely went back. After that devastating year without a summer, the word went out that in Ohio, you could raise 3 foot turnips and 14 foot tall cornstalks. Let's go!
Perhaps there had been the death of the patriarch of the family. The oldest son received the land, so as a younger son you knew that whatever you may have received was all that you were going to receive. We'll just move on. And, they did.
Most migrating New Englanders were to the Western Reserve. Those in the mid-South went on to Kentucky, Tennesse, Southern Ohio. I have seen entire neighborhoods in Virginia move to the area along the Ohio River. What brought them there? Industry. Promise of a brighter future for their families.
All of the above reasons were take