Dear Folks, It was pretty much of the same sort of usual day for me but, nonetheless, it was a nice day. I did the usual things after I got up, had my cup of tea, had lunch, and started to read another of Sydney Sheldon's book. I swear he's a genius! I had checked my emails and kept them in the back of my mind as the day progressed. I knew which ones needed a response from me. After my dinner of leftover frozen hamburger and baked beans plus frozen French fries (a regular picnic dinner!), I read some more with a cup of coffee at hand and then turned my attention back to my emails. Before I even got a start, the phone rang. It was my friend Janet the village historian. and we chatted away as we always do. She told me about her problem with putting together next year's Town of Porter calendar. She, with the help of her daughter, had finally printed out what should have been the end product and only needed to be taken to the printer for completion. Well, it appears that the printer had a problem with the printout. Neither of us could quite figure out what the professional printer's problem was. We exchanged ideas about what the problem was all about but agreed that Janet had done her job in putting it together and handing it over to the calendar committee and washed her hands of it. Not only that, but on Monday she'll be flying down to New Orleans with a local senior citizens group to spend an exciting week there. Note: she promised me that she would tell me all of the details when she returned, sparing nothing. I can't wait! When I got back to responding to my emails, I realized that I hadn't responded to one that I received a week ago. It had to do with a genealogy query about how to find proof of an ancestor of hers that would tie him into his possible son Prentiss. Frankly, it's pretty much of a lost cause but the best I could advise her was to contact the County Court House in Avon, New York, and ask them if they had a will on file or had land records that would help her. Another query had to do with a woman's Parks family. I had researched her local family thoroughly and I had shared every scrap of information I could dig up. I guess that somewhere along the line she got "information" that her ancestors were buried in the old Tower Cemetery near where I live. The only information about burials in the cemetery is from tombstone transcriptions written down years ago. There's no mention about anyone by the name of Parks. She then asked me if there were records of the Porter Center Methodist church still available. I let her know that I have a copy of the only records in existence of the church that cover the years 1852 to 1892. I had copied the records and I made up a meticulous index of all names mentioned in the records. I did find some Parks mentioned in it, I gave her their first names and let her know that if any of the names sounded familiar to her, I'd look up the details of their association with the church. Another query that I responded to was a question if I had any old maps that would show where her ancestors lived around here. Yes I have maps but she was asking about her grandparents who died in the 1920s. No I don't have copies that would cover that time frame but I suggested she check the 1920 census, check out who their neighbors were at the time and then go from there. In between the spare moments I had today, I was most intense with editing more of the stories I want to include in my book. I have a definite feeling that I'll end up with way too many stories (latest count, well over 500) and it will be difficult for me to eliminate any one of them. That's ok, it's all in a day's work and today was a good day. vee