So, just a few highlights. First, Saturday night, my neighbor picked up a bottle of generic store-brand cough syrup for me at my behest while he was at the store. Despite not having a particular flavor, it's not so bad. And it seems to have been helping, because I've felt a lot better today, relatively speaking. Today I finally recovered most of my voice. It's still a bit weak, but it'll do for now. I can communicate with people and not have them wonder what's wrong with me. (Okay, that's probably a lie. People always wonder what's wrong with me.) Somewhere in here I also finished Henderson's A Model for Making Disciples.
Now, also Saturday, I think, I got some genealogical help. You may recall that I've been wrestling with some conundrums about my ancestral Stick and Nagle families. Well, there's this wonderful site called FindAGrave.com, which catalogues graves in cemeteries all over, and the online memorials often have images of the tombstones and other goodies. Quite helpful. For ones that don't yet have pictures, users can click a button to request one - and then a message is sent to volunteers in the area, and eventually one may swing by the cemetery in question, snap the requested pictures, and upload them. Well, I've submitted a number of requests, and a wonderful fellow named Bruce fulfilled five (or six?) of them the other day! So now, for instance, I can view the memorials of Joseph Stick (grave photo not provided yet) and Catherine Nagle, and also Catherine's parents Adam Nagle and Catherine Wiest, and also Joseph's parents Henry Stick and Rosanna Dissinger. (I'd been hoping to stumble across confirmation that Rosanna was indeed a Dissinger, so this supplies it.) Just as helpful, you'll see that the memorials for Joseph Stick, his son Henry G. Stick, and Joseph's sister Rose D. Wike nee Stick now include obituaries. (I already had an obituary for Joseph's father Henry, but now I have an alternative from a closer newspaper that includes slight bits of extra information, which is good.)
So how does this help me? First, the obituaries for Joseph and Henry G. Stick both mention Adam Stick, and the identification seems plausible, since mine did indeed live in Lancaster County early in life and Sinking Spring later on. I'll have to correlate the dates of the obituaries with everything else I know to see how precise the match is. But second, I note that although this Joseph Stick is buried in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery, his parents Henry and Rosanna are buried in the Schaefferstown Cemetery - along with Adam Stick's mother Catherine Nagle Stick, listed as the wife of Joseph Stick on her grave marker. That seems awfully suggestive to me. The case is admittedly still at the circumstantial level. I have no solid proof that the Joseph Stick born to Henry and Rosanna is the same Joseph Stick who married Catherine Nagle and fathered my great-great-grandfather Adam Stick. But the evidence has mounted fairly high, and I'm leaning strongly in that direction. One thing that will help is visiting the Schaefferstown Cemetery to visit these graves in person and find out how close Catherine is to Henry and Rosanna. If she's adjacent, that'd be a good enough clincher for me. Though I'll still feel better if I can find Catherine's obituary someday.
Anyway, having stayed up until 5 AM on Saturday night, I woke up around 11 AM on Sunday morning. I had decided not to go to church and risk infecting the elderly folks there whose immune systems might be too susceptible to whatever I've got. So after a shower and a much-needed shave, I eventually succeeded in getting ready, and I set out. I drove to where I thought the clinic was, which turned out to actually be a Wal-Mart. I asked around for directions to the Jessamine Medical and Diagnostic Center, and I got some conflicting reports, one of which said it was "just over there" across a little street, pointing roughly to the south. I got into my car and put on my GPS, which took me insane paths for miles and just generally screwed with me. After backtracking quite a ways, I pulled into a church parking lot, which is where I figured out that my GPS was trying to take me back to school. Seems I forgot to hit the "Route To" button after "Follow". Blasted GPS.... So then I set it right and retraced my path... Still had some confusion at the end, and pulled off into what ended up eventually leading me to the back parking lot of the clinic. Ugh. That was so unnecessarily irritating.
So then I went to the counter, gave them my information, and it took a while to get things initially squared away. I paid my co-pay up front and sat down, and it wasn't so terribly long until a nurse took me back to the room. (I had brought a book, Donald Fairnbairn's Grace and Christology in the Early Church, so the wait wasn't bad.) Checked my height (and I came in about a half-inch shorter than I like to think of myself, ugh), my weight (seems I've lost some already, yay!), temperature, blood pressure, etc. They took a throat swab, which was - given my extremely powerful gag reflex - mercifully quick and unobtrusive. The doctor came in after a bit, checked breathing and some of the other usual doctor-y things, and after hearing about my symptoms and checking me out, she said that the swab confirmed I do not have strep throat, and that a number of things have been going around lately. She figures what I have may be viral, but since I live in a dorm where contagions can pass pretty easily, she wrote me a prescription for azithromycin anyway. Then I was free to go, and I'll go fill my prescription tomorrow when the town pharmacy is open.
So I left there and drove back here with a bit of GPS assistance. Actually, I drove straight to Subway and purchased a footlong steak-and-cheese sub on a monterrey cheddar loaf with pepperjack cheese, chipotle southwest sauce, a bit of hot sauce, grated parmesan cheese, and oregano. Before I left, I noticed my friend Elizabeth in the corner studying, so I stopped to chat with her for a while. I'm actually not sure how long that lasted, but I had to microwave my sub when I drove back to the dorm. It was delicious, though I shouldn't have been so timid about the hot sauce and my throat. I could've handled more for sure.
So, let's see. Well, I've been listening to Metallica a lot since I got back... oh, I downloaded a free program called Evernote, which should be pretty useful. It lets you save notes, images, all sorts of things to notebooks, and you can access your stuff from any device that has Evernote downloaded on it, which can include smartphones. So now, if I ever get a smartphone someday, I'll download the Evernote app for it, and then - thanks to some uploading I did once I got the program - I will have access to some of my raw genealogical records on the go. I heard about Evernote while reading some genealogy tips articles. Hmm... I took a nap from around 7-10 PM. Odd, yes, I know. But if I go to bed now in an hour, that'll still be a move in the direction of straightening out my sleep schedule. Also, downloaded a couple more old books that were mentioned in the footnotes of Frederick Norwood's The Story of American Methodism. Someday when I don't have an academic library to rely on anymore, I will still have plenty of reading to do....
In the meantime, while I'm yet up in the wee hours of the 17th, I've downloaded a book from 1911 dedicated to the history of the Ninety-third Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry during the Civil War. That, of course, is the unit in which Henry Stick - probably my great-great-great-great-grandfather - served, as a member of Company A. So we'll see if this book has any mention of him. It still floors me that Henry Stick volunteered for service, when he only moved to America when he was sixteen years old (est. 1851). I want to understand him better.
EDIT: Found precisely one mention of him by name in the book, in the list of all the men who served in Company A. He was, as is to be expected, a private. I was surprised that he was only mustered into the service in this unit on 25 August 1864. That's a lot later than I expected. Under the remarks section, it adds: "Dis. by G. O., June 20, 1865; died since the war; buried in Mt. Leb. Cemetery." (I checked, and "dis. by G. O." means "discharged by general order". Shame I don't know which General Order yet.) I suppose my next task will be to get a bearing for everything that the company did between 25 August 1864 and 20 June 1865. I have learned so far that Company A was known as the "Perseverance Company No. 1" on account of having been initially formed in 1861 by members of the Perseverance Fire Company. Note to self: also utilize George Uhler's Camps and Campaigns of the 93d Regiment, Penna Vols. Page 40 includes the line, "Stick, Henry, August 25, '64; dis June 20, '65".
EDIT II: Alright, so after briefly skimming through some history of the regiment, I can suggest that it's at least feasible that Henry Stick participated in battles in two campaigns: (1) in Sheridan's Valley Campaign, Henry may have fought in the Battle of Opequon [19 September 1864] and in the Battle of Fisher's Hill [22 September 1864]; and (2) in the Siege of Petersburg, Henry may have fought in the Battle of Fort Stedman [25 March 1865]. Those are just my preliminary guesses.
Now, also Saturday, I think, I got some genealogical help. You may recall that I've been wrestling with some conundrums about my ancestral Stick and Nagle families. Well, there's this wonderful site called FindAGrave.com, which catalogues graves in cemeteries all over, and the online memorials often have images of the tombstones and other goodies. Quite helpful. For ones that don't yet have pictures, users can click a button to request one - and then a message is sent to volunteers in the area, and eventually one may swing by the cemetery in question, snap the requested pictures, and upload them. Well, I've submitted a number of requests, and a wonderful fellow named Bruce fulfilled five (or six?) of them the other day! So now, for instance, I can view the memorials of Joseph Stick (grave photo not provided yet) and Catherine Nagle, and also Catherine's parents Adam Nagle and Catherine Wiest, and also Joseph's parents Henry Stick and Rosanna Dissinger. (I'd been hoping to stumble across confirmation that Rosanna was indeed a Dissinger, so this supplies it.) Just as helpful, you'll see that the memorials for Joseph Stick, his son Henry G. Stick, and Joseph's sister Rose D. Wike nee Stick now include obituaries. (I already had an obituary for Joseph's father Henry, but now I have an alternative from a closer newspaper that includes slight bits of extra information, which is good.)
So how does this help me? First, the obituaries for Joseph and Henry G. Stick both mention Adam Stick, and the identification seems plausible, since mine did indeed live in Lancaster County early in life and Sinking Spring later on. I'll have to correlate the dates of the obituaries with everything else I know to see how precise the match is. But second, I note that although this Joseph Stick is buried in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery, his parents Henry and Rosanna are buried in the Schaefferstown Cemetery - along with Adam Stick's mother Catherine Nagle Stick, listed as the wife of Joseph Stick on her grave marker. That seems awfully suggestive to me. The case is admittedly still at the circumstantial level. I have no solid proof that the Joseph Stick born to Henry and Rosanna is the same Joseph Stick who married Catherine Nagle and fathered my great-great-grandfather Adam Stick. But the evidence has mounted fairly high, and I'm leaning strongly in that direction. One thing that will help is visiting the Schaefferstown Cemetery to visit these graves in person and find out how close Catherine is to Henry and Rosanna. If she's adjacent, that'd be a good enough clincher for me. Though I'll still feel better if I can find Catherine's obituary someday.
Anyway, having stayed up until 5 AM on Saturday night, I woke up around 11 AM on Sunday morning. I had decided not to go to church and risk infecting the elderly folks there whose immune systems might be too susceptible to whatever I've got. So after a shower and a much-needed shave, I eventually succeeded in getting ready, and I set out. I drove to where I thought the clinic was, which turned out to actually be a Wal-Mart. I asked around for directions to the Jessamine Medical and Diagnostic Center, and I got some conflicting reports, one of which said it was "just over there" across a little street, pointing roughly to the south. I got into my car and put on my GPS, which took me insane paths for miles and just generally screwed with me. After backtracking quite a ways, I pulled into a church parking lot, which is where I figured out that my GPS was trying to take me back to school. Seems I forgot to hit the "Route To" button after "Follow". Blasted GPS.... So then I set it right and retraced my path... Still had some confusion at the end, and pulled off into what ended up eventually leading me to the back parking lot of the clinic. Ugh. That was so unnecessarily irritating.
So then I went to the counter, gave them my information, and it took a while to get things initially squared away. I paid my co-pay up front and sat down, and it wasn't so terribly long until a nurse took me back to the room. (I had brought a book, Donald Fairnbairn's Grace and Christology in the Early Church, so the wait wasn't bad.) Checked my height (and I came in about a half-inch shorter than I like to think of myself, ugh), my weight (seems I've lost some already, yay!), temperature, blood pressure, etc. They took a throat swab, which was - given my extremely powerful gag reflex - mercifully quick and unobtrusive. The doctor came in after a bit, checked breathing and some of the other usual doctor-y things, and after hearing about my symptoms and checking me out, she said that the swab confirmed I do not have strep throat, and that a number of things have been going around lately. She figures what I have may be viral, but since I live in a dorm where contagions can pass pretty easily, she wrote me a prescription for azithromycin anyway. Then I was free to go, and I'll go fill my prescription tomorrow when the town pharmacy is open.
So I left there and drove back here with a bit of GPS assistance. Actually, I drove straight to Subway and purchased a footlong steak-and-cheese sub on a monterrey cheddar loaf with pepperjack cheese, chipotle southwest sauce, a bit of hot sauce, grated parmesan cheese, and oregano. Before I left, I noticed my friend Elizabeth in the corner studying, so I stopped to chat with her for a while. I'm actually not sure how long that lasted, but I had to microwave my sub when I drove back to the dorm. It was delicious, though I shouldn't have been so timid about the hot sauce and my throat. I could've handled more for sure.
So, let's see. Well, I've been listening to Metallica a lot since I got back... oh, I downloaded a free program called Evernote, which should be pretty useful. It lets you save notes, images, all sorts of things to notebooks, and you can access your stuff from any device that has Evernote downloaded on it, which can include smartphones. So now, if I ever get a smartphone someday, I'll download the Evernote app for it, and then - thanks to some uploading I did once I got the program - I will have access to some of my raw genealogical records on the go. I heard about Evernote while reading some genealogy tips articles. Hmm... I took a nap from around 7-10 PM. Odd, yes, I know. But if I go to bed now in an hour, that'll still be a move in the direction of straightening out my sleep schedule. Also, downloaded a couple more old books that were mentioned in the footnotes of Frederick Norwood's The Story of American Methodism. Someday when I don't have an academic library to rely on anymore, I will still have plenty of reading to do....
In the meantime, while I'm yet up in the wee hours of the 17th, I've downloaded a book from 1911 dedicated to the history of the Ninety-third Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry during the Civil War. That, of course, is the unit in which Henry Stick - probably my great-great-great-great-grandfather - served, as a member of Company A. So we'll see if this book has any mention of him. It still floors me that Henry Stick volunteered for service, when he only moved to America when he was sixteen years old (est. 1851). I want to understand him better.
EDIT: Found precisely one mention of him by name in the book, in the list of all the men who served in Company A. He was, as is to be expected, a private. I was surprised that he was only mustered into the service in this unit on 25 August 1864. That's a lot later than I expected. Under the remarks section, it adds: "Dis. by G. O., June 20, 1865; died since the war; buried in Mt. Leb. Cemetery." (I checked, and "dis. by G. O." means "discharged by general order". Shame I don't know which General Order yet.) I suppose my next task will be to get a bearing for everything that the company did between 25 August 1864 and 20 June 1865. I have learned so far that Company A was known as the "Perseverance Company No. 1" on account of having been initially formed in 1861 by members of the Perseverance Fire Company. Note to self: also utilize George Uhler's Camps and Campaigns of the 93d Regiment, Penna Vols. Page 40 includes the line, "Stick, Henry, August 25, '64; dis June 20, '65".
EDIT II: Alright, so after briefly skimming through some history of the regiment, I can suggest that it's at least feasible that Henry Stick participated in battles in two campaigns: (1) in Sheridan's Valley Campaign, Henry may have fought in the Battle of Opequon [19 September 1864] and in the Battle of Fisher's Hill [22 September 1864]; and (2) in the Siege of Petersburg, Henry may have fought in the Battle of Fort Stedman [25 March 1865]. Those are just my preliminary guesses.
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