I am interested in communicating with
anyone who shares the same genealogical or historical interests.
Here is my family tree.Ancestors
Interested in communicating with cousins and anyone who shares the same genealogical or historical interests. Might be slow to respond due to work, immediate family's needs, and rambling informal emails that take too long to finish (unless time-sensitive), but communication is greatly appreciated.
Jennifer was born in 1992 at Stevens Memorial Hospital in Edmonds, Washington, United States to J. (anonymous mother) Cooper and T. (anonymous criminal, no contact allowed) Fulk.
She has two anonymous siblings, a brother born in the 1980's, and a sister born in the 1990's.
She has lived in:
Everett, WA for 19+ years
Bothell, WA for 8 years
Mountlake Terrace, WA for 1 year
Aniwa, WI for 4 months
She has no spouse (no desire for relationships), but her child/cat is a coffee black Tonkinese-tabby cat (born June 2011).
She is an unpublished Fantasy writer who has been working on a large-scale project for 16 years. Since the destruction of all of her writing in 2010, she has made a comeback and finished the first draft of two books (not in order, long story).
Career-wise, she has worked as an industrial aerospace engineer, a library page, and a library assistant/shelver.
Current hobbies include, but are not limited to:
Writing; acrylic painting; D&D (currently new to and learning); comedic photo editing; filming and uploading videos for own YouTube channel; video and handheld gaming (mostly Pokemon, Minecraft, Skyrim, and assorted early 2000's games); photography; and WikiTree (new and learning).
In high school, she was a founder and vice-president of a creative writing club, later becoming its president for one year. She also volunteered as a peer tutor and a school library helper, as well as participating in after-school choir concerts and various club meetings, events, and fundraisers.
Her interest in geneology started when her maternal grandmother and an aunt were doing research and discussing geneology, showing her a family tree. Her interest grew when she attended family reunions.
This, however, was nothing compared to learning about a young distant cousin who was dying from lung cancer. Never having met her, heard of her, and not being allowed to meet her was upsetting. Her cousin's death a month later had a heavy impact on her, but it ultimately set in motion the goal to finding out the existence of other cousins and contacting them.
Thanks to WikiTree, she is finally able to pursue her long-yearned goal of uncovering her roots and branches.
She also wrote this half-awkwardly in third person.
Timeline of life (significant events):
July 1992: Had a cold at only a month old, stopped breathing a few times during the night at the hospital.
1999: The selfish, stupid, disgusting, porn-loving, thieving, hacking, immature, cowardly, sneaky, drugging, abusive father went to prison.
2000: My brother had increasing mental issues (ADHD, borderline Asgerger's, anger, hitting, running away, etc.), and some DSHS people promised my mom he would be able to get the help he needs, so my mom gave him up to the state, where he would later live in countless boys' homes and adult homes, never getting the help he truly needed, instead serving as asort of lab rat for psychiatrists, going through many medicines and getting used to them until need for different medicines to suppress his anger/frustration reactions (unhealthy ways to cope and express his feelings) and habitual behaviors. Meanwhile, Mom met a guy, and we moved in with him.
2001: The guy lost his job, we turned an old school bus into a motorhome, we travelled with 2 circuses (His son was a ringleader of a small circus, and he helped set up tents. On the side at Sterling & Reed, he made cotton candy, and I got to help out opening popcorn boxes and filling them. We shortly left because they didn't pay several people, including the guy. That's why we called Sterling & Reed "Stealing & Greed").
Shortly before leaving Stirling & Reed, we lost our pet bantam rooster we had acquired at some point, and about a week later, someone heard him crowing inside one of their motorhome outer compartments. Little Wilbur/Wilbert was terribly thirsty and hungry, but he fully recovered.
Tornado warning = mad rush to put everything away + released elephants (better chance of them surviving, they'd get hurt from panicking inside their travelling trailers, and they can sense where to go). Later recieved calls of elephants in people's yards or alongside roads. We fetched them. Normal procedure. This was the one-ring circus (the more rings, the bigger it is), so their animals were more loved and better cared for than the bigger circus, therefore calmer around humans. Barbara (Asian elephant, sweet personality) and Connie (African elephant, naughty personality) were their names.
One time, the guy who was supposed to be watching the elephants at Culpepper Merriwether fell asleep. Connie came up to our bus and stepped her huge foot inside the doorway, reaching her trunk for my mom, who was napping in the driver's seat (FYI: not the driver, merely napping there). As the bus was tilting and creaking from the weight, and there being an elephant reaching out at her face, my mom cried out in panic, "James/Jake!! Get this dang elephant out of here!!" He woke up in alarm and shooed Connie away. Although I was nervous about the situation, I was laughing because here was this big, ol' elephant trying to get on a school bus to check on or play with my mom.
One night, for the umpteenth time, the school bus broke down. We were somewhere in probably southern Minnesota, in a small town recently damaged by a small tornado. A mostly full silo nearby was still spilling corn from its ripped-open side. It was an unnerving sight. My mom's boyfriend found some folks who would fix the bus in the morning, but declined their offer of letting us stay in their storm shelter with them that night, telling us something like, "If a tornado touches down, we go down with the bus." In the dusky horizon, I counted what seemed to be 30+ funnel clouds. I went to bed, imagining a tornado picking the bus up like Dorthy's house in the wizard of oz, spinning it and breaking the windows, and tearing the whole bus apart. My mom and the guy went outside for a bit, then she brought me outside to show me a dark ring in the clouds directly above us. It was very windy all around us, but when the guy flicked his lighter on to show me, the flame was totally still. I went back to bed crying and praying until I cried myself to sleep. That morning, the sky was so blue and beautiful, and the birds were singing so beautifully, I still fondly look back at it as one of the most beautiful mornings I had ever seen. No sign of the nightmarish scene the night before one bit.
In Aniwa, WI, we stayed in a trailer on the property of Wilbert (yes, the rooster was named after him) and Martha Behn, an elderly couple with a huge assortment of animals, ranging from common to the exotic. There was an Egyptian goose and silkie chickens, Eyore the sweet donkey (his fur felt just like a soft, wet sponge in the rain), a funny goat who stood up hanging her front legs out her door "window" just to greet us, a goat who loved to climb a tower to pull a clothesline so she could eat out of a can we filled with corn; lions and tigers; super tall jungle chickens (fun and easy to catch by their long legs and carry them around) , swans, singing dogs (eerie, yet beautiful harmony), wolves, longhorn bulls, grey geese, a flirtatious emu named Big Boy, a half-wolf Alaskan malamute dog named Tia (very sweet, yet protective — she saved Martha and I when a wolf got loose and sped snarling in our direction); and more. I can't say half of them had good living conditions, especially concerning the mud in most enclosures, but that's a downside to getting old. The "game farm" didn't last much longer after we left. We stayed there for four months. Naturally, I was a lion for Halloween that year, so Mom used a cloth-corded, noodly mop for my mane. The village of Aniwa was tiny, however, so I only went to a few places for trick-or-treating, including the tavern that let kids be in there (just as long as I don't drink or sit at the bar— I think that's the place where I got to play pool ). Martha and Wilbert are gone now, as is their old property (on Google maps, it's all grass now), but the memories will live on. I miss Martha's cooking.
9/11: School was dismissed early. I went to Martha's kitchen, and she was watching the news on their little TV of the attacks. I thought it was a movie, so I asked who was winning. She said sorrowfully, "Bin Laden...." I said something stupid out of not understanding (being a city folk, I was too used to cartoons), until she said he was the bad guy, and that was New York, and explained a little more. I was horrified. I can't remember the rest of the day, only that I and everyone else were somber and quieter than normal.
On the way back ... To be continued
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Ancestors and Cousins: US Presidents
4th cousins 8 times removed, Millard Fillmore (1800-1874)
7th cousins four times removed, Warren Gamaliel Harding (1865-1923)
6th cousins 6 times removed, Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822-1893)
6th cousins 7 times removed, Benjamin Harrison (1833-1901)
9th cousins twice removed, George Herbert Walker Bush (1924-2018)
7th cousins 7 times removed, James Abram Garfield (1831-1881)
8th cousins five times removed, Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1882-1945)
9th cousins three times removed, William Howard Taft (1857-1930)
8th cousins five times removed, John Calvin Coolidge Jr. (1872-1933)
9th cousins 7 times removed, William Henry Harrison (1773-1841)
and 22 others
Surnames, 20 generations
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