And a note for my recent posting...Leroy Francis Webb.
I checked some of my grandfather Bud's brothers and sisters, and was
reminded of how mistakes are made by transcribers of census reports.
The 1920 census for San Antonio has 2 pages out of order. They had been
named as 2A and 2B...and no one looked to see how that changed families
who were carried from the bottom of one sheet to the top of the next.
This
has resulted in my grand-uncle L.F. Webb, Jr. having become a step-son
of one of his neighbors' families according to that census, and this
mistake was repeated by Ancestry, and many people who have him in their
family tree have just assumed this was fact. But if they would look at
the original document, they'd see the street address (130 Lewis) is the same for the
Webb family on sheet 2A and sheet 3A, where the other neighbors were in
the next block, on Sheet 2B.
And with my memory not
always as sharp as a tack, I have great respect for people who were
trying to keep things straight when someone else made an error, so I
actually discovered this several years ago, and since it still exists as
a mistake on the records, I re-discovered it yesterday. I know I had
found the error several years ago when I again wrote a comment on the
entry, and found my own comment of much the same statement of error from
then. I left the record with the original comment, but admit it
doesn't show up for anyone doing research until they happen upon it. So
now I'm keeping both the correct census reports on my computer (thank
heavens you can actually do that from the US Archives.)
There's the Webb family at the bottom of this sheet, living at 130 Lewis, just the Head and his wife. (below)
And then 2 sheets over, at the top, the rest of the Webb family, namely
L.F. Jr, and his sister Clara Webb Bruce, and her husband, who is listed
correctly as son-in-law in the Webb household, again at 130 Lewis St. (below)
Here's the sheet that was interspersed between 2A and 3A, with a Karcher household at the bottom, living on Lewis at 210.
Incidentally I also noticed that I was passing on somewhat incorrect information about the Webb family, when I mentioned that Annie had 7 children and lost one. However that count was done before L.F. Jr was born, so she actually ended up having 8 children. And as seen on L.F.'s death certificate, his actual name was L.F. Jr, rather than Larry Frances Webb, Jr.
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Showing posts with label mistakes happen. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
The Shrimp Taco
It happens all the time.
Friends get together at a favorite restaurant. We drink a little. We eat a little. We tell stories about each other's friends and families, and maybe some jokes if we've heard any new ones.
I ended up telling about the Train Meets Truck Fruit Punch (see yesterday's post "Orange Crush" with picture
I also had heard about a state that's requiring voters to prove their citizenship before they can vote...as opposed to the federal law which says voters may swear they are citizens on pain of perjury if they aren't. In my opinion those swearing citizens' votes will be tossed out in that state if there's any conflict. Hey, I lived in Florida in that "chad debacle" over a decade ago. A DECADE? How can that have happened? Well it did.
Speaking of debates, er debacles, you know what's on all channels tonight. And Ronnie over at Times Goes By posted a Saturday Night Live spoof about undecided voters. I think these people live in my neighborhood, and certainly shop where I get groceries. Oh here's the SNL skit. http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/undecided-voter/1418227/
But the taco story is cute, I think. Since the joke is mainly on me, and maybe friend Mimi (not her real name), I think I can tell it. Mimi ordered first, then the two other people, and finally me. Hers was to be a fish taco, mine a shrimp taco. Can you see how this is set up? Yep.
Well, the other thing was the timing. Mimi and Todd (also not his name) received their dinners and started eating. Olivia (not her real name). and I sat and waited. Well, Olivia kind of stole a shrimp from Todd's plate. I was good and Mimi said how good her taco was. Olivia got her soup and I still sat there with plenty of empty table in front of me. I also was not eating fried foods so skipped the nachos and bean dip.
We were having a good time talking. And drinking. Did I mention that? So eventually my taco comes, and it's fried fish. Oh oh. I probably said, nope, that's not mine. Well, being the only empty place at the table, no wonder the young man thought it should be. It was not the waiter who had taken our orders, and delivered the other people's dinners. Why did I get a different waiter at this mistaken point in time, I wonder now.
Then Mimi admitted she was really enjoying the shrimp in her taco, which was half eaten by now. And we mulled over different solutions, very verbally, probably all at the same time. The young waiter who had delivered the fish taco left it (at our insistence) and went to find the older waiter who'd been around before. We got the owner/manager instead.
By then we'd solved the dillema, just bring Barb another shrimp taco, and Mimi would eat the fish one that she'd originally ordered.
Nobody wanted to let go of food, that was evident. Once it got on that table, we wanted it.
Mimi has a great attitude about people's foibles, and makes everyone feel ok, by laughing that it's just her fault anyway. Actually the waiter did put my plate in front of Mimi, but he didn't show up for a while (must have been on a break is my thought). We didn't want anyone to feel badly really. I just wanted to eat too. Eventually my shrimp taco arrived. I cut it up and ate it in 20 seconds...probably.
We continued to talk and solve the world's problems, and wonder about relationships between our friends. That's cause most of us don't have our own. That's another story though.
Friends get together at a favorite restaurant. We drink a little. We eat a little. We tell stories about each other's friends and families, and maybe some jokes if we've heard any new ones.
I ended up telling about the Train Meets Truck Fruit Punch (see yesterday's post "Orange Crush" with picture
I also had heard about a state that's requiring voters to prove their citizenship before they can vote...as opposed to the federal law which says voters may swear they are citizens on pain of perjury if they aren't. In my opinion those swearing citizens' votes will be tossed out in that state if there's any conflict. Hey, I lived in Florida in that "chad debacle" over a decade ago. A DECADE? How can that have happened? Well it did.
Speaking of debates, er debacles, you know what's on all channels tonight. And Ronnie over at Times Goes By posted a Saturday Night Live spoof about undecided voters. I think these people live in my neighborhood, and certainly shop where I get groceries. Oh here's the SNL skit. http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/undecided-voter/1418227/
But the taco story is cute, I think. Since the joke is mainly on me, and maybe friend Mimi (not her real name), I think I can tell it. Mimi ordered first, then the two other people, and finally me. Hers was to be a fish taco, mine a shrimp taco. Can you see how this is set up? Yep.
Well, the other thing was the timing. Mimi and Todd (also not his name) received their dinners and started eating. Olivia (not her real name). and I sat and waited. Well, Olivia kind of stole a shrimp from Todd's plate. I was good and Mimi said how good her taco was. Olivia got her soup and I still sat there with plenty of empty table in front of me. I also was not eating fried foods so skipped the nachos and bean dip.
We were having a good time talking. And drinking. Did I mention that? So eventually my taco comes, and it's fried fish. Oh oh. I probably said, nope, that's not mine. Well, being the only empty place at the table, no wonder the young man thought it should be. It was not the waiter who had taken our orders, and delivered the other people's dinners. Why did I get a different waiter at this mistaken point in time, I wonder now.
Then Mimi admitted she was really enjoying the shrimp in her taco, which was half eaten by now. And we mulled over different solutions, very verbally, probably all at the same time. The young waiter who had delivered the fish taco left it (at our insistence) and went to find the older waiter who'd been around before. We got the owner/manager instead.
By then we'd solved the dillema, just bring Barb another shrimp taco, and Mimi would eat the fish one that she'd originally ordered.
Nobody wanted to let go of food, that was evident. Once it got on that table, we wanted it.
Mimi has a great attitude about people's foibles, and makes everyone feel ok, by laughing that it's just her fault anyway. Actually the waiter did put my plate in front of Mimi, but he didn't show up for a while (must have been on a break is my thought). We didn't want anyone to feel badly really. I just wanted to eat too. Eventually my shrimp taco arrived. I cut it up and ate it in 20 seconds...probably.
We continued to talk and solve the world's problems, and wonder about relationships between our friends. That's cause most of us don't have our own. That's another story though.
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