When, as a very young boy, I learned the story of Thanksgiving and how the Pilgrims first came to America, I began asking where I fit in that picture. My father, a self-educated newspaper man who read everything he could get his hands on, would simply say that we were Scotch-Irish and change the subject.
I don't believe he was disinterested, but that he knew the time and effort it would have taken to find the real answers 50 years ago. Time, to my father, was the most valuable possession he had. He worked six days every week and several times each year, when doing maintenance on his equipment or when business was good, would have to work seven days per week.
His day began at 5 a.m., when he got up and went to the shop to turn on the equipment so the lead in his linotype would be molten by starting time at 8 a.m. He kept his shop open until 6 p.m. and often worked later.
I can remember publication days for our small weekly newspaper which would find the whole family at the shop getting the paper out. We had a folding machine, but then we kids would have to insert the pages into the paper, and do it in the right order. The shop was always hot and I would often fall asleep on top of a stack of cool unprinted newsprint and when my mother would wake me to go home, she would make me go to the bath room to wash the printer's ink off of my hands with Lava soap.
About ten years ago, one of my first cousins, his father was a newspaper man also, as was our grandfather, Raymond A. Majors published a book on the Majors family. I was very impressed at the information he had been able to find about the Majors line. I was disappointed, however, to realize that he had not done any research on the mothers in the Majors line. This is not meant as a critism of Raymond, for he had done much to help us understand who we are.
Raymond's research, however, left me feeling as if I only had half of the story. As I began searching for my connections in the Carreker, Olds, Killian and other lines, I did learn that I indeed did have only half of the story and each new discovery would drive me to search harder for even more information. In the process, I have learned much more about the Majors line itself. There are still two grandmothers that I know nothing about, but I go to the library each weekend hoping to find the key that will open the door to yet another line.
I now have at least a name on all 32 of my great-great grandparents. I have found at least eight Revolutionary War Soldiers in my line and am yet to find an ancestor, including the women, that come to America after the revolution.
The information I have posted all comes from either personal research or published material that I have read. I have over six thousand names in my files, but do not want to publish them all because I cannot swear that each is correct. I will start out with a modest file and add to it as I get further collaboration from other researchers or as my own research proves a connection.
Take a look at what I have posted and if you think we connect, send me an email.