In these days of emotionless email, the art of letter writing is getting lost. Pick one of your information needs or queries and write a letter requesting information. You may want to write to a small library or a relative asking for family history information. If you’re requesting a return reply, be sure to include any forms that are required, funds (if necessary) or a self-addressed, stamped envelope for return correspondence. If you write a genealogy blog, include a post about the information you requested and from whom.

Rosiness is not a worse windowpane than gloomy gray when viewing the world. ~ Grace Paley

author of “Adkins Land of York to Beech Fork,” Ronnie Adkins (334) 543-4095.  Please contact him with any questions you may have for him.

I had a long conversation with him this morning, but I am too embarrassed to call him back and correct a horrible mistake that I made.

I was looking at the wrong notes; while having coffee, I didn’t go to my computer in my office. I pulled up the wrong notes on Anthony’s horrible… horrible Vista computer, so I told him, that I had listed Henry as William Adkins father when in fact, I had ruled that out and have John Adkins and Elizabeth Bromwell on my family tree and have had for years now. I’ve written many posts on this blog about them. And yet, I made this mistake.

Don’t I just feel stupid? It’s hard when you talk off the top of your head and I should have been more prepared for this interview.

I hate to take up any more of his time, just to call him back and admit my mistake. Sad, isn’t it? I’m 48 years old and too embarrassed to pick up the phone and tell him I made a mistake.

I’m going to call him next month, so I guess I will do it then, or maybe just let him think I’m an idiot. I should have gotten his email address, and then I could quietly slip him that information and be done with it.  No matter, it’s just my dignity at risk here. I’m sure I can take the humiliation. In the grand scheme of things, we all make mistakes, I just appreciate the fact that he didn’t call me an idiot on the phone, even though I’m sure he thought I was.

Anyway, if you have any questions for him, please feel free to call him or to post them here and I’ll suck up my pride ask him for you, next month. Thanks for your patience.

What would you like to know?

All Shook Up
E-mail, voice mail, snail mail. It’s always on my mind! Is there ever enough time to take care of it all? You really can do this information thing. It’s now or never! Here are some tips:

  • Make a daily personal appointment in your planning devices to deal with your different sources of information.
  • Be selective when disclosing your e-mail address. If you have already been “spammed,” start fresh with a new address and consider getting a free secondary account like Hotmail. Use it when you don’t want to risk your primary e-mail address.
  • Give FAD a chance. We’re not talking Blue Suede Shoes, but rather FILE-ACT-DELETE. This method filters information based on importance and urgency. If it’s urgent and important, ACT on it. If it’s important but not urgent, FILE it and address it later. If it’s not important and not urgent, DELETE it, or in other words, get rid of it.

If you do this, you’ll touch each piece of information only once. I promise you’ll be singing a different tune!

 “My e-mail has decreased significantly since I’ve used several accounts for my business and personal correspondence. I also use rules to route list mail to folders and keep it out of my personal inbox.” ~ Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf


Simplify, simplify, simplify!

I got this in my inbox…

‘It was a busy morning, about 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he were a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”

True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.’

‘Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.


Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.’