For my birthday I get to visit Kentucky and have 3 days of research AND get to stay in a cabin at Jenny Wiley State Park.
Source: JenWin: James H. Smith
Sitting here after yet another unproductive day of searches,census and jumps from one record to another. And sick as hell on top of it.Asking for help on a FB group that begs you to ask for help,hell I am not not even asking for freebies. I am asking to hire help and getting rude comments and “why” dont you understand DNA? I don’t know?Maybe I am stupid? Or maybe because honestly I DONT want to understand it. I want the good ole’ days.Paper trails,census,and birth records,and family history. I want ALL that and to it be confirmed by DNA. I just don’t want to UNDERSTAND DNA because I cant.I just cant. And to be completely honest I do NOT want to.
I am willing to pay someone to explain it to me,to find the connection.Why is that so hard for others to accept? My money,my time.Why do you care what I do?
Looking through my Facebook genealogy groups yesterday,I found a post by a group admin that caught my attention,because it mentions Kentucky,where the majority of my lines come from.
The article is from her website Genealogy! Just Ask ! but the post gave me the information to see a record I had only seen transcribed before. I don’t know how to explain how seeing that record made me feel. My great-grandfather Isaac Shelby Lykins is my greatest genealogy brick-wall. I have found exactly 4 records on him in 20 years of searching. 4!
DNA has not really led me anywhere,probably because I don’t have a *&^%#$( clue what I am looking at.
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I was tested in 2015 and although have found many matches,I have yet to trace my paternal side,which was my goal. My great grandfather Isaac Shelby Lykins still remains my greatest block.
When Fredrick Waugh Lykins was born on August 22, 1940, in Floyd County, Kentucky, his father, Isaac Shelby Lykins was 31, and his mother,Florence Smith Elliot Sparks was 29-39 depending on what record you believe. He had two sons and three daughters with Elsie Marie Slone between 1962 and 1972. He died on August 3, 1988, at the age of 47. I don’t really have much personal information about my birth father as he died the year I turned 18.According to most,he cared a lot about his children but had a very hard time with life. Since I can not say from personal experience I will just leave it at that. Now that it is in black and white,I sadly realize how little I have to say.