20 December 2015

Blog Caroling 2015: The Boar's Head Carol


Thanks to Pat Richley-Erickson for posting to the Friends of fM page:

"THE GREAT BLOG CAROLING SONGBOOK - December 2015.

Our beloved colleague and editor/publisher of Shades of the Departed, the divine fM, came up with the marvelous idea on a winter's eve, many years ago. This year, as a gift to footnoteMAVEN, we continue to celebrate the tradition, as any good genealogist would do. (With fM's permission, of course!)"

My submission for this year is The Boar's Head Carol. It's an ancient song that I've loved ever since I heard it as a child. Enjoy!

The Boar's Head Carol




29 November 2015

Sentimental Sunday – Saviors of “The Stuff”

On this nearly last day of November, I feel compelled to ensure that thanks goes where thanks belongs. That means that I say a heartfelt “thank you” to Steve and Nancy Baer (Strubbe).

Nan, as she was known to her friends, lovingly kept family materials given to her long ago. OK, lovingly might not be absolutely accurate, but at least they looked something like this when I got my Archivist hands on them:

The second batch of family history materials saved by Mary Strubbe
I include this photograph in a lecture I do about caring and maintaining family history materials, and it gets a chuckle from the audience every time. I love pointing out the picnic basket in the plastic tub; it’s a classic example of someone’s best effort at preserving something important.

And the things in those boxes, and the archival boxes that Nan’s daughter Mary had begun storing some of the materials in, were very important. The picnic basket secured a Bible and a large book of piano music, which has a published date of 1800 and a signature of ‘Robert Chambers Greene’ on the frontispiece. The other materials included marriage certificates, original letters from the great aunt of Nan, who at the time was completely unknown to any of us. There was just so much that it’s taken me several years to put the pieces together to create a rich family tapestry of stories.

When I stopped at Steve’s home in Bloomington, Indiana on my way back from NGS in Cincinnati in 2012, he showed me an original copy of a photograph of my second great-grandmother, Laura Louisa Greene Richards. Laura was born in 1837, and we believe the photo was taken around 1857, the year she married Randolph Richards. Steve, after a career as a dentist, had opened an antique store and had a house full of wonderful antiques. He maintained a genealogical collection; after he passed away in 2013, his children had a yard sale to get rid of much of what he’d had because they thought it was stuff he’d saved from the antique store. There's no way to know how much of it was from the family materials he'd described to me. I don’t know what happened to all the genealogical material that he’d researched over his adult life.

These two people were the keys to my ability to fill in the blanks of our family history. The twins, Stephen Burrows Baer and Nancy Richards Baer Strubbe, certainly had to be descendants of Stephen Burrows (1776-1849) and the Richards family (John Richards {1788-p1834} and Mary Penn {1785-1860}), and much of the materials were from these families. There are also materials from Greene, Hunt (a line by marriage), as well as mentions of Sargent and Penn. I’ve been able to fill in the blanks and research through to lines that include Sefton and Chouteau in French St. Louis; and a lengthy list of others including Russell, Wallace, Chambers and Camp.

Photo taken while processing the Strubbe Family Archives
This is the story of two families, Steve and Nan’s, who took different directions in handling their ‘stuff’ after they were gone. I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to meet Steve personally and to see some of the genealogical material he’d acquired over his lifetime. There’s really no way to know what he had and it’s gone now. Nan had told her daughter, Mary, that there was a lot of “stuff” she’d kept and that if Mary didn’t want it that she could "get rid of it." So there's a measure of thanks that goes to Mary who found the material interesting and decided to keep it. When I left Cincinnati last, the material from the plastic tubs looked like this:

A portion of the Strubbe Family Archives
It’s not ‘perfect’ and I tell people all the time that it’s not about perfection. It’s about honoring those who kept the material for us, and helping those who will be its stewards in the future to understand its importance by putting it in containers that LOOK important. Thank you, Steve and Nan, for saving our family history so we can share its stories.


Steve and Nan with the Strubbe twins (courtesy of the Strubbe Family Archives)

11 November 2015

Wordless Wednesday - Veteran's Day 2015

Please also see my 2012 musing regarding looking at Veterans in a broader sense.



Daniel Beightler (1844 - 1925)


George Jeffrey (1858 - 1935)

John Cosgrove (1891 - 1971)
  
Robert Sprague Beightler (1892 - 1978)

Francis D Cosgrove (1923 - 1944)
Elmer Ill (1920 - 1980)

Daniel Barnes Cosgrove...the green light's on...

To all the veterans who've served to protect the freedoms we have today.





10 September 2015

Thankful Thursday - Krystine Lorenzana Cabalfin

Part of this post was first published on 9 September 2011; it has been slightly edited. Today is the ninth anniversary of Krystine's passing from our world. We finally can truly embrace her legacy; the beautiful children she left behind.
(CJ, Matthew and Emilyn with their 1st cousins Gigi and Mimi)
When most of us think of genealogy, I believe we think of it in a ‘far off’ way. Even when that genealogy includes putting our grandparents or parents ‘Died on’ date in that space in the software or on the sheet of paper, somehow we always think of the past. And even when we miss our Grannys and Grandpas (sadly, both my grandfathers died when I was an infant), I think there’s a nostalgia that goes along with it that somehow makes it feel OK.

Of course, anyone who goes back beyond even the mid 20th Century has seen plenty of death in their tree. It’s a simple fact to us, that there’ll be a date on that line, and that the date will make sense. But every once in a while, there’ll be one that tugs at your heart. The mom and baby that died the same day, or the siblings that die within days of one another due to illness. It is a fact that pre-20th Century parents dealt with on a regular basis: children and young people die.

But, in the late 20th Century, and certainly in the 21st Century, especially in the developed world, fewer and fewer children die. We’re so blessed to live in a country that, for the most part, is a safe place for us to live.  Modern medicine, sanitation, clean water and safe sources of food have increased our life expectancy significantly.

Then there’s the day that you can never quite get right in your head. The day that changes how you look at life, and love, and the way you fit in the world. For me, that day was September 10, 2006. It was a Sunday, and my parents were over because we were going to take them out to celebrate their wedding anniversary, September 11th. The phone rang, my sister-in-law’s phone number showed on the caller ID, and because my husband was busy, I picked it up. I can still hear her voice in my head, incomprehensible words through screams and cries, “Krystine’s dead.”
Krystine, 2000

I could write pages and pages about the minute details of that day; for as crummy a memory as I have, the details of that day are crystal clear. I won’t do that, or at least I’ll try not to. But I do want to share some things with you, if you’ll indulge me.

Krystine Summer Lorenzana Cabalfin was my niece. She was the daughter of Edgar and Crisel Lorenzana, my husband’s oldest brother and his sister-in-law. She was a precocious little girl, and a vibrant young woman. She was the quintessential ‘social butterfly’ with an incredible array of friends and a very tight knit, though far strewn, family. At her funeral, when discussing who she was with the priest who would provide her eulogy, I described her as the family’s Social Director. She would’ve taken that title, willingly. Most importantly I considered Krystine not only my niece; she was a confidant and friend.

Krystine was married to Jose Cabalfin in January, 2001. Christopher Joel Cabalfin was born in 2001, and his little brother Matthew Ryan followed in 2002. The role of ‘Mom’ took a while for Krystine to manage; she was challenged with lots of what I called “loving interference” from the older women in the family. But when her daughter Emilyn was born, in 2005, Krystine had finally grown into her role as mother, wife, student, friend, and Ate (a Filipino word).

I like to tell the story of the last time I saw Krystine, because I find a lot of comfort in it. We were celebrating her older brother’s birthday; Edgar Jr, who we all call Jay-R, was celebrating his 29th birthday on September 2nd so we all got together at my in-laws.  Krystine was there with her family, and as the youngest, she was ‘working’ the party, preparing food, filling dishes, running errands, etc. all while trying to fulfill her role as the Social Director, Mom and Friend. It wasn’t going well…LOL. I came into the little kitchen and asked if I could help her wash the dirty dishes and she happily accepted. As we stood at the sink, shoulder to shoulder in the cramped space, she began to share with me how she was feeling about some of the things going on in her life, and as I normally did, I tried to make her feel she had the strength to handle it all. Because I knew she did. We were interrupted and she was called away, and hours later, as the party was winding down, Cas and I prepared to leave. I found Krystine, gave her a big hug and, as she squeezed me tightly, I said, "I love you, Tin" and she replied, "I love you too, Auntie Laura." Those are the last words she said to me. I treasure them like the gift they are, and I can smile, even with a sad heart when I think of her, because we shared that moment. 

Krystine died the morning of September 10, 2006. She died when her heart stopped beating while she was sleeping. There were many questions regarding her death because of her age and the fact that many in her family were/are in the healthcare profession. And none of us were prepared to lose her so soon, to put that date in that space in the software. As I scanned her funeral card, I was surprised at it’s simplicity. Because Tin was everything but simple. She was a shining light, a mother, a wife, a daughter, an Ate…and she was my friend.










23 August 2015

Sentimental Sunday - Cemeteries Around the World

Way back at the end of February 2014, I had the opportunity to travel to my husband's country of birth: the Philippines. For those who don't know it, the Philippines is a group of about 7,000 islands that falls between the South China Sea and the Pacific Ocean with Taiwan to its north and Malaysia to its south. The 7,000 islands comprise about 116,000 square miles (300,000 square kms) and hold nearly 100 million people. (In comparison, the U.S. has 325 million people in 3.9 million square miles). In many ways, the Philippines are as widely varied as the U.S.; the southern islands have some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, while the north holds verdant mountains that seem to come right out of the sea. One of my very favorite pictures from our trip was taken as we dipped our toes in the South China Sea after a day of sightseeing in the city of Vigan:


Jade, Manang Cel, David, Cas and Auntie Delia, South China Sea. From private collection of L C Lorenzana
Of course, while we were there, I was trying to capture my husband's family stories and get as much documentation as possible. I had NO idea what a herculean effort it would be. My husband's maternal side is from the northern, and largest, island: Luzon. It has rugged mountains, but also some of the most fertile farmland. Crops are rotated: rice, onions, corn. That's right; I couldn't get over seeing the dichotomy of fields of corn with palm trees! (yeah, yeah, I know, get to the cemeteries...). Cas's home town of Tagudin is in the province of Ilocos Sur. The house Cas grew up in (he emigrated to the U.S. when he was 10 years old) is in the barangay of Cabulanglang, which is more or less near the center of the town. 

After hitting brick wall after brick wall in trying to get information from Cas's relatives ("So, when's your father's birthday?"..."I don't know."..."You don't know when your parents were born? [incredulously]" ..."No."[As if, 'why the heck would I need to know THAT?!']) I asked Cas's Auntie Delia to take me to the local cemetery. I'd been hearing about it for several days and wanted to get the chance to take pictures so I'd have SOMETHING to go by as I tried to build the maternal side of Cas's family tree. 

As with lots of things in the Philippines, the cemetery is quite lovely as you approach: 



But then the front looks like this:





Well, I'm not sure how to explain my experience. From the moment I walked into the cemetery, I felt a little disoriented and...pulled in every which direction. Here's why:




Yep, this is what much of the cemetery looks like. As I found out from Auntie Delia, the plots are purchased and it's up to the family to 'manage' them. There's no space in between the plots, and as we found out, if you don't know exactly where someone is buried (i.e., you go there all the time to be able to memorize the maze of crypts, crosses, stones, etc.) well, you're pretty much out of luck. That's right, Auntie Delia had no clue where the family plot was located, so I just started snapping pictures:




More than once I got a warning from both Cas and Auntie Delia not to wander too far; I kept reminding myself I was in a place halfway around the World and that kidnappings are not unheard of (honestly, there wasn't a time that I didn't feel completely safe). But how else was I going to be able to document my trip? We got to the center of the cemetery and found it more...accessible:



Anyway, I was able to locate a number of the names in Cas's family, and then realized that there were relatively few that weren't the names I'd heard. Uh oh... 

As it turns out, most of people we were looking for were right on the exterior of the cemetery, along the wall:





















Cas's beloved grand aunt Melchora "Charing" Bunoan; she's the one we really wanted to see and pay our respects to (and were so happy to find her in a neat and tidy crypt). As I was to learn, her father, Graciano, was quite the lady's man. Graciano had his first child at the age of 20 and his last at the age of 70. He's a story all his own. 

As for the cemetery, I have a catalog of pictures of empty crypts, broken stones, etc. I also have quite a few well tended spots. Auntie Delia told us that on November 1st, everyone comes out and there's a big, annual clean up. There's a picnic and many people pitch in to help make the cemetery look nice. This was a unique opportunity, and I certainly hope to get the chance to go back and spend a bit more time locating our loved ones.

Where's the most interesting cemetery you've been in?

15 August 2015

Surname Saturday - What the Hallinan??!


Hallinan. Maybe Hallinane. The first time I saw this name was when I was researching my paternal great grandfather, James Cosgrove, who  I knew (at the time) was born in “Ireland.” Incredibly helpful, that. But I was so excited when I found out that the Burnley Cemetery (Lancashire, England) had its records online. And, even more excited when I found this:



I was working on unraveling the mystery of James Cosgrove and Catherine Durkin Cosgrove’s young daughter, Mary Ann, who had died at 17 (you can read that post here). Naturally, while locating the truth about Mary Ann, I found two new mystery names: Holihan and Feeley.

I was able to determine who Agnes Feeley was fairly quickly; she and her husband Luke were the godparents, before they were married,  of James and Catherine’s first son, Francis:




And, ten years later as a married couple they were godparents to James and Catherine’s daughter, Catherine:



So, I decided to take a long shot and I ordered the marriage certificate of James Cosgrove and Catherine Durkin directly from Burnley:



Ah, the beauty of records outside the U.S. is that they often provide a plethora of information. In this case, I now had the first name of Catherine Durkin Cosgrove’s father:  Patrick. Armed with that information, I went hunting for them in the English Census. To my surprise, I found them right away in 1861!



Of course, the first thing that caught my eye was that name: Hallinane. There he is, listed as the 66 year old father-in-law of Patrick Durkin, Patrick Hallinane. Ah, but let no answer come without more mysteries; his place of birth is recorded as “British Colonies”, as is his daughter, Patrick’s wife Anne. I confirmed this was the right family, because the spelling was off a bit, by pulling the 1871 and 1881 Censuses as well and both the Catholic parish name and addresses match with other records.

It would appear that my 3rd great grandfather may have been born on one of the islands in the Carribean that, at the turn of the 19th Century, were under colonial rule. (I'd ruled out any number of other potential "British" places) Obviously, finding records of someone born around 1795 in any one of a long list of places like that can’t possibly bear fruit. But, then again, I said I’d ‘never’ find the origins of my Irish Cosgroves either. *munches on words*

So, I’ve added the name Hallinan(e) to my list of confirmed surnames. The full list, as of today, looks like this:

MATERNAL:  Wersel, Wicart, Geerling, Wagner, Hensgen, Gerlach, Augustin, Richards, Penn, Greene, Barton, Russell, Tucker, Wallace, Chambers, Claypoole, Burrows, Waters, Meeker, Crocheron, Tunis, Camp, Johnson, Jeffrey, Nichol/Nicol, Powelson, Metselser, Messler, and Garrett

PATERNAL: Cosgrove, Quinn, Durkin, Hallinan/Hallinane, Leatherman, Alstaetter/Alst├Ątter, Goebel, Schneider, Beightler/Beaghtler/Bieghler/Beighler/Bigler, Lukenbill, Ammarine/Amerine/Amrine, Picony, Wolford, Worley, Barnes and Rogers.


Whew! Now, to plan that research trip to the islands…

Thanks for reading!!

14 August 2015

Friday Funny - Holy Smokes I'm Four!

“I started my blog FOUR years ago!” I said. 
Cas’s reply, “And then what happened?” Heh.

What DID happen? Well, I unwittingly met my goal and then realized that it might not be for me. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that I realized my motivation for becoming a Professional Genealogist had completely changed, and so it was no longer my goal.

The most important things that I learned in the last four years about genealogy:

Elizabeth Shown Mills. Dr. Thomas Jones. These are just two of the names that I didn’t know when I started my blog. Can you imagine? I’d been doing family history research since 1996, and I’d never heard these names. *hangs head*

ProGen Study Group. I was a member of ProGen 15; a class that is based on ESM’s (that name) book, Professional Genealogy. It’s where I learned my fear of writing under a deadline is alive, well, and detrimental to any potential career I might have that involves…writing.

The Genealogical Proof Standard. Yep, I’d never heard of this before either. At the point I was writing my proof for my ProGen class, I uncovered the fact that I’d misidentified my American Patriot’s daughter-in-law on my DAR application in 2003. No one caught it. Because they weren’t following the GPS. *sigh*

Conferences. Go. Just go. No, don’t say you can’t afford it, because I couldn’t afford it and yet I scraped together enough to drive to Cincinnati for my first NGS. I shared a room with a complete stranger in order to cut my cost, and made a wonderful friend in the process. There’s not enough space here for me to say all the wonderful things there are about the educational and social aspects of going to conferences big and small. So. Much. Fun. Oh, and some of my most important genealogical discoveries came while I was attending conferences. So, there’s that.

I started over. In 2012, after learning the points above, I realized that there was a lot of what I’d done all those years before that probably wasn’t absolutely correct, or at the very least wasn’t documented. And, in trying to figure out how to most efficiently get things together, I scrapped it all and started over with a brand new database and filing system, both physical and digital.  No, I didn’t throw anything away (at least not in the beginning). I just started with myself and very methodically began to work back. Oh, the things I found!

DNA. Just do it. Even if you have your lines traced back to Charlemagne, DNA testing can help others to locate their roots by identifying you as a connection.

I won’t bore you with the Life Lessons I’ve had in this same four years. Some were pretty darn harsh. But, I’ve also had some truly joyous times too. And, the reality is that there’s more about the Genealogical community that I’ve come to know and love than I could have possibly imagined. A community that comes together for those in need by digging into their not-so-deep pockets and giving a *little* bit to help someone. And, my word, the sheer volume of generous thoughts and prayers, in times of need, are astounding.


Over the last four years, I’ve met second and third cousins, who I treasure immensely. I’ve traveled to places to stand on the ground my ancestors owned more than 200 years ago. I’ve documented back to all of my 2nd great grandparents, a feat I would have steadfastly said was impossible. Yes, I became a Professional Genealogist, but my work as an Archivist has expanded and I’m focusing on that.  For now. Because the one thing I definitely learned in the last four years is this: things change. People change. And, when you embrace it, change can be fun.

Thanks to everyone who still reads my blog. Thank you.

07 January 2015

Wisdom Wednesday - Getting Over Source Snobbery

I am eating my words. I am noshing on them like they are an incredible delicacy. I had been a source snob (a nod to Dr. Thomas Jones for providing me with that phrase) ever since I started my own "do-over" about three years ago. I refused to acknowledge anything that didn't have a source attached to it, including my own 'newbie' research that I started in 1996. Today, to prove just how right Dr. Jones is (as if any proof is needed) I'm saying "Thank you, Ancestry.com, for providing a place for people to input the information they know about their family history and to upload documents and photographs that they have of their family." Because I just found a mother-lode.

In December of 2011, at the invitation of my second cousin Bill Strubbe and his wife Kim, I took my first trip to Cincinnati. I had never met them; Kim and I connected through Ancestry and after just a few short weeks they offered for me to come to stay with them a few days to discuss our shared family history and for me to do some on-site research in and around Cincinnati. 


'Selfie' by Bill Strubbe with Laura Cosgrove Lorenzana 2011
We really hit the jackpot when Bill invited our third cousin, Nancy Wersel Rybolt, for a casual dinner to introduce us and discuss what Nancy knew about our family. It was Nancy’s father, Robert Wersel, who I’d first written to in 1996 to get information about our Wersel family. I nearly lost my mind when Mr. Wersel told me that he had documents from the 1820s – 1850s!! In our correspondence, he promised that he’d locate the documents, since he’d given them to his daughter for safe keeping. Fast forward back to 2011, and on that fateful evening, Nancy showed up with a shopping bag (yes, a ratty old shopping bag) FULL of pre-1880 documents and papers! Some of them had been encased in cellophane and were virtually impossible to read; most were not in English. 

As I stood looking at them in utter disbelief, the discussion around me was what a shame that no one knew what they were or how to read them. I remember thinking how lucky I was that I'd spent the time to learn French and German as I discovered documents in German, Dutch, French and Portuguese. I was able to assess most of them on the spot; but after a short while we decided that I should scan what I could (I was scheduled to leave in the next morning) and I would transcribe and translate the scanned images. Right before Nancy left for the evening, she turned to me and said that she’d decided I should bring the documents home with me to properly stabilize and archive them and that I could bring them back “the next time you’re in Cincinnati.” Of course, you know I didn’t turn her down!

The document that caused me the most concern was what I believed to be a letter, which clearly was from 1851. Here’s what it looked like the first time I saw it:



After conservation (being removed from the cellophane and humidified to remove the wrinkles), it looks like this and is much more legible:


The letter is signed “Nicholas Ravold” a name I’d never seen before. Recently, with a few hours on my hands for research, and armed with my more open mind about sources, I decided to see what I could find on the Ravold line.  Right there, on Ancestry.com, is a tree that has PHOTOGRAPHS of Nicholas Ravold, his wife, Elizabeth Hensgen, and most of their children and children's children. Stunning! Is all the research sourced and accurate? No, it's not. But, it's a fabulous start and with this letter and another one written in 1864, I'm able to connect other research with what I have. I asked permission from the owner of the tree to use the pictures, which was granted without limit (I’m not sure she completely appreciates that scope…lol).

Nicolas Ravold (b 1799) Elisabeth Hensgen Ravold (b 1803)


So, once again, I have primary documentation (an original letter) to help support the research I have on this family. All because of collateral lines and “bad genealogy” from Ancestry.com.  MMMMMM…nom, nom, nom…

04 January 2015

Sentimental Sunday - The New Year Brings New Evidence

Happy New Year! I’ve been following a bit of Thomas MacEntee’s Genealogy Do-Over, and thought I’d take a few minutes to talk about what happens a bit down the road. I began my own ‘do-over’ about three years ago; I started a fresh database and began re-foldering all the research material that I wanted to keep. This also meant culling (that’s an Archives term for throwing stuff out) what was either duplicate material or unsourced material.  Anything that I could not identify a source for or all the pre-Ancestry/FamilySearch/HeritageQuest copies of Census records got tossed. Anything that was an original or that I’d purchased was put into archival acid-free folders, labeled in pencil and put into archival boxes to become the base for my ‘new’ research.

At the same time I was beginning my ‘do-over’, I was also learning about best practices in genealogical research (yes, Margaret, there are ‘best practices’). I learned about citations and, more importantly, started looking beyond the ‘regular’ record sets to find information about my ancestors. As a beginner, we tend to focus on the easily obtainable records such as online Census records and other compiled genealogies. We know to look for BMDs (birth, marriage and death records) but there is just so much MORE out there. Not just more records, but records with more high-quality evidence of our ancestors. And that brings me to the heart of this post: Civil War Pension Files. Not Service files, but Pension files, a completely different set of documents.

Disclosure: these documents are NOT cheap. As a matter of fact, they are heartstopping-ly expensive. The National Archives and Record Administration has a webpage that explains what records are available and their corresponding cost: here’s a link to that page. A pension file costs $80. You read that right. But, here’s why I ordered a copy of the file of my 2nd great grandfather, Daniel Beightler: in other personal material I’d received from a collateral relative, she noted that there was information about Daniel’s first wife, Amanda N. Barnes. The same Amanda Barnes who has eluded every family member I’ve ever talked to about her. One *tiny* thing caught my eye while looking at this document during my ‘do-over’: that there was an affidavit by Amanda’s BROTHER in Daniel’s pension file.

I’d recently connected Amanda to a set of probable parents through a DNA match to myself and my Dad, as well as a Census record with incorrect information provided (imagine that), but to have a notarized affidavit from her brother? I coughed up the $80 (this was my Christmas present from my husband.) When I got home yesterday, there was a package in the mailbox. I’d ordered the record on-line December 16th and it arrived on January 3rd! Unbelievable!! Granted, I had all the pertinent information requested on the online form, so there wasn’t a lot of research to do on NARA’s end, other than to digitize the file. But still, great job!!

What did I get for my $80? A treasure trove of information about my ancestor, the people he knew (affiants), the communities he lived in, and…an affidavit by Isaac H. Barnes who states, “…his first wife [Amanda Barnes] was my sister.” 


There are also two later affidavits from a niece and nephew of Amanda that provide additional information for me to research. There’s more…much, much more, which will take some gathering and analysis to determine the usefulness of it. But, had I not gotten this record set, I would not have this volume of excellent quality evidence to use.

Plus, I wouldn’t be using the sentence “I would not have this volume of excellent quality evidence to use.” had I not focused my ‘do-over’ on the quality of the information that I use to move my research forward. So, what's your first observation in your do-over? I also have seen lots of posts from people who think a do-over is unnecessary; do you find yourself going back to 'old' research and reviewing it?