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So much history in a cemetery.
02/05/2026

So much history in a cemetery.

Theresa was a Black woman who endured childhood enslavement by one of Pensacola's most powerful families—the Morenos. Purchased around 1844 at about age seven in Mobile, Alabama, by Don Francisco Moreno—infamously dubbed "The King of Pensacola"—she spent the rest of her long life in service to them.
For more than 65 years, Theresa worked tirelessly as a nurse and midwife, delivering and caring for multiple generations of Moreno children. Even after emancipation in 1865, she chose (or was compelled by circumstance) to stay with the family. Francisco Moreno's 1882 will reportedly provided for her support, and she continued serving his descendants until her death.

Her story is etched in stone at St. Michael's Cemetery, where she lies buried in the Moreno family plot (specifically noted in association with Moreno son-in-law Hubert Jordan's lot). Born December 7, 1837, and dying April 7, 1909, her gravestone stands as a stark, physical reminder of the tangled bonds forged under slavery—loyalty, dependence, coercion, and decades of intimate caregiving within a wealthy, influential white household.

This single grave captures Pensacola's complicated history: the Moreno dynasty's dominance (Francisco fathered 27 children and built a financial empire), the brutal realities of chattel slavery in the Florida Panhandle, and the rare cases where enslaved or formerly enslaved people remained embedded in the enslaving family long after legal freedom arrived. Theresa's resting place among the Morenos symbolizes both deep integration into their world and the inescapable legacy of human ownership.

Her marker draws visitors today, quietly contrasting with grander monuments nearby while underscoring how personal relationships could develop—and persist—within one of America's most dehumanizing systems.

Yep. Old enough to have used an outdoor loo like this!
02/03/2026

Yep. Old enough to have used an outdoor loo like this!

Remember?

Hmmm. 🧐 I am glad to say I do know how to sew 🪡 on a button.
01/27/2026

Hmmm. 🧐 I am glad to say I do know how to sew 🪡 on a button.

My great-great-grandmother could make soap from animal fat and wood ash.

She could preserve enough food to feed a family for six months without a refrigerator.

She made her own clothes—starting from a sheep.

One coat took a full year of labor: shearing, carding, spinning, weaving, sewing.

Meanwhile, I had to Google how to sew a button last week.

Between 1860 and 1920, we abandoned nearly every survival skill that took thousands of years to develop.

Two generations. That's all it took to become catastrophically helpless.

When you research your ancestors, you're not just finding names.
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Archeologists discovering history every day. The good the bad and the ugly.
01/27/2026

Archeologists discovering history every day. The good the bad and the ugly.

In 2009, archaeologists excavating at Ridgeway Hill in Dorset uncovered a shallow pit containing the skeletal remains of 54 men, all of whom had been executed by decapitation.

Radiocarbon dating and subsequent DNA analysis confirmed that these individuals were Scandinavian Vikings, likely a raiding party captured and executed by local Anglo-Saxons between 970 and 1025 AD.

Good advice from Jayne
01/26/2026

Good advice from Jayne

Many of us now keep our family history online – trees, records, photographs and notes built up over years of careful research. It’s easy to forget that these online trees are not a permanent archive.

Websites can change, subscriptions lapse, accounts are closed, and errors or accidental deletions do happen. If your tree exists only online, a single technical issue could mean the loss of work that cannot be easily replaced.

Regularly backing up your genealogy tree and all attached documents gives you control and peace of mind. A downloaded copy protects your research, allows you to review and correct it offline, and ensures your work can be passed on to future generations, regardless of changes to any website.

Your research is a legacy. Treat it with the same care as the original records you value so highly.

Sorry y’all!!!
01/25/2026

Sorry y’all!!!

01/24/2026
True that!
01/22/2026

True that!

01/22/2026

Your great-great-grandmother apparently discovered time travel.

Because according to the census records, she aged 15 years in one decade.

Then somehow only aged 8 years in the next decade.

I've spent three hours with a calculator trying to figure out when this woman was actually born.

The 1860 census says she's 25.

The 1870 census confidently lists her as 40.

By 1880, she's decided she's 48.

Madam, that's not how aging works.

But honestly? I respect the chaos.

Back then, your birthday wasn't a national holiday with social media countdowns.

It was just another day you survived.

We obsess over precise dates and digital footprints.

They lived in the beautiful uncertainty of 'sometime around spring when the crops came in.'

Maybe she knew exactly when she was born and just enjoyed messing with the census taker.

Either way, she's keeping genealogists employed 150 years later.

Ancestor of a friend of mine!
01/21/2026

Ancestor of a friend of mine!

England, 1196. A nine-year-old girl inherited everything her father owned, making her one of the richest children in the kingdom. Within weeks, she disappeared.

Her uncle didn't waste time grieving. He smuggled Ela of Salisbury across the channel to Normandy and locked her away in a fortress tower. No rescue party. No ransom demands. Just silence. If she stayed forgotten long enough, her lands, her title, her fortune would all become his.

But one English knight refused to accept she was gone.

William Talbot crossed into Normandy disguised as a wandering pilgrim. His strategy seemed insane. He walked from castle to castle, stopping below tower windows to sing. Ballads. Folk songs. Melodies that echoed off stone walls. Then he'd listen. Wait. Move on.

Years of this. Most people assumed he'd lost his mind. Or that the girl was already dead.

Then one afternoon, from a tower window in some forgotten Norman fortress, a voice sang back.

Talbot found her. However he managed the escape, whether through stealth or bribery or sheer audacity, he got Ela back to England. King Richard himself arranged her marriage to his half-brother, William Longespée. That should have been the ending, the rescued heiress becoming a quiet noble wife.

Ela had other plans. She co-founded Salisbury Cathedral. After William died, powerful men swarmed to claim her and her estates. She invoked her widow's rights, refused every proposal, and became High Sheriff of Wiltshire instead. Then founded Lacock Abbey. Then became its Abbess.

The girl they tried to erase became one of medieval England's most powerful women.

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