I have self-published a book on the ancestors and descendants of William E. Jordan and Clara F. Gatchell (of Bangor, Maine) complete with genealogy reports and personal recollections. I've been working on this for almost a year now, although I have been doing the genealogy for over 29 years. (Note, this is NOT a solicitation to sell - it is information only in case someone related is interested.)
The name of the book is By the Grace of God: A Jordan Family History.
The book contains the following:
"Looking Back: A Personal History" by William E. Jordan (1880-1975) - recollections of growing up in Maine.
"The Way It Was" by Leola A. Jordan Marstaller (1907-1998) - family recollections, anecdotes, and stories from 1907-1921 in Maine. Some GREAT stuff.
The Ancestors of William E. Jordan (a genealogy report dating back to about 1530 AD)
The Ancestors of Clara F. Gatchell (a genealogy report dating back to about 1500 AD including seven Mayflower passengers!) The Mayflower connections are through Clara F. Gatchell's mother (Clara F. Smith) and her mother (Julia A. Delano).
The Descendants of William E. and Clara F. (Gatchell) Jordan (a genealogy report totaling about 500 individuals!)
Selected Kinships of William E. and Clara F. (Gatchell) Jordan (including some US Presidents such as W. Bush, U.S. Grant, and FDR and other famous people like Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Laura Ingalls Wilder, and Alan B. Shepard).
About 60 pictures, dating from as old as March 1864, including some donated by the Bangor Public Library and many donated by family members.
References (much of the genealogical data is very carefully documented from hundreds of sources)... and more?
I printed only 125 copies of the book and have fewer than 30 left.I welcome comments or questions at Father_John@hotmail.com
Here is one of the family stories from my Great Aunt Leola Jordan Marstaller's memoirs. Her stories are "every family" kinds of stories from that era:
It was this same summer, during one of Cousin Flossie's visits, that Bernice “put the puppy.” Gladys spied Cousin Flossie coming, gave the warning, and we all scattered. Since I was only a little more than two years old, I didn’t get far. She dragged out from under the lilac bush and gave me a good smooching, which I hated. Mama made Roy and Gladys come out and take their medicine. Bernice had disappeared and could not be found.
It seems that when Gladys called the warning for us to scatter and hide, Bernice picked up the brand new puppy which Papa had brought home the week before and ran for the outside toilet. Not wanting to waste her time in there, she sat down on one hole, while the puppy, which she had put on the seat beside her, investigated the other. Being unsteady on his feet, besides very inquisitive, he fell in. Bernice spent the next hour trying to rescue him, but he was just too far down to climb out or for her to reach.
Shortly after Cousin Flossie left, Bernice appeared. She was tear-stained, very smelly, and sobbing bitterly.
“Bernice, where in the world have you been?” asked Mama, impatiently.
Poor Bernice could only continue to sob and stammer, “I w-w-w-went to the t-t-t-toilet and took the p-p-puppy and p-p-p-put him...”
“Stop, crying,” urged Mama, “and tell Mama what you did with the puppy.” But all Bernice could manage was, “I p-p-p-put the p-p-p-puppy,” and then she’d sob violently again.
Suddenly it dawned on Mama just what must have happened. She rushed out to investigate, and her worst fears were confirmed.
When Papa came home from work, he removed the clean-out board from the bottom of the outside toilet and rescued a very dirty little dog. Of course after the little dog was clean and decent again, he and Bernice were the best of friends. There are many and varied ways to cement a friendship.