I love RootsMagic 4, I love everything about it but I messed up a file - - big time. Bruce Buzbee and a few others were so nice by posting to my panicked questions in GenealgyWise and I was all ready with info on how to fix my error. It was totally operator error by the way, I think everyone should use RM4.
Long ago and far away in time (like 18 months ago) I accidently imported someones family tree into my family tree on Ancestry. (Note: I no longer use the tree seriously on Ancestry, I really don't like the idea of all this information sharing that isn't proven). After that "Erk, crap, what the heck did I just do?" moment, I thought I could fix it by downloading my now messed up file and fix it in RM3 and now you see where this is going? So all "my" stuff, that I am questioning again and will be discussed next in this post, and "their" stuff is now all in one file but hey! I can fix it! Famous last words.
I got busy deleting family links and realized there is a way to do this properly and not the way I did it. Unlink doesn't mean delete and vice versa so looking at the people list down the left side of my program, there are about 1000 people that "may" belong to me but no one is going on my family tree until proven by me. So anyway.. a month or so of dabbling at the file to get rid of all these people and doing the troubleshooting reports to find out I had about a hundred duplicates. Truly, I am pretty good with computers and figure out programs quickly but somehow this was like a raging fire out of control! I even had to laugh at how absurb my perdicament was with, to me, what should be easy (and is easy!). So, I merged.. and merged and merged again. And I will say this file mess was a good teaching tool of just what you can do with RM4, lol. So now I realize that "Mr. So and SO" who was record 6 once upon a time is now record number 1934 or something like that. Clearly I have to work on the merging feature.
So finally I had the file fixed!
Until...
A family I didn't even have trouble with, the Fenders... George Fenders father was George and his father was George. They are from Scotland and must have all been first sons to name after the grandfather. Anyway, my first George ended up being generation 1, 3, 5, AND 7 and when looking for problems it says something about George couldn't be married to "Miss So and So" because he was 143 years old. Hands were thrown up in the air in defeat. The file wins. And sadly, all along I thought it just might but I was focused on perserverence!
So now it was time to make some serious decisions. The problem started when I merged my entire family tree (Four surname files into one big Master file was the plan) and picked up that other tree by accident. And in the meantime I kept adding new information I found, yes, I compounded the problem! Lol. So I am back to four files, one for each of my grandparents surnames. As of this writing one has been created and almost finished.
The next major decision.
My Duncan-Baldwin lines. My mothers Cousin, Patsy Crox Underhill, did a tremendous amount of work over a lot of years to assemble the family tree to enable her and now our acceptance into the DAR. She is also in the Colonial Dames and my Great Grandmother was an Eastern Star. So this family history is documented enough for these organizations but I don't have any of the documentation. I have the book that Patsy put together and it is also in the DAR Library but that is my "source" for much of my famiy history. Over the years I have collected some documentation on my own but I decided to make these new RootsMagic files my major overhauling "Do-Over" project. My reasoning is that after 20 years past Patsy's research there is a lot more information available and new sources could be found and personally I want to see the documents and there is a lot of the family not done but I just don't know what has been found and what hasn't. So the "book" will be my reference. And the rule is..."If you don't have a document in your hand, the info does not go into the new RM4 surname file!" I am the WORST at following my own rules, btw.
So here is my list of rules...
1. Must have a document in my hot little hand to enter anything into that file. The notes feature will be used for a lot of this information I have until proof is in my hand.
2. Source! If I can not take the time to source right there, do not enter the document until I do.
3. At the same time, make a pin in Google Earth! (Well, I was good for the first 10 records I think but will go back on Individual summarys and use collected addresses from there. Told ya, I am the worst at my own rules.)
4. Transcribe into the source as they are entered. So far I think this was the best rule, admittedly, the longer documents have not been done. (I just love that source text button!)
5. Scan and attach image to source as I go. Well, I haven't done this yet, it became a rule after I took a break on Sunday so I do have to go back and do those before I start the next surname file.
6. USE the to-do list feature. I am so lazy and always assume I remember everything and I remember nothing. Sad but true.
7. Stamp the back of the document with the date I put it in RM4 so I don't keep going back when I get disorganized to do the same thing over and over.
8. Do a happy dance when I see the progress at my detailed files!!!
So it is a major overhaul but I think I will be much happier and starting fresh and organized will help me focus on what I really need to do.
Admittedly, I did the easy Surname first, the Scotland line. I haven't collected a lot of documents yet or really delved into the research other than birth, marriage, death and census. The Duncan-Baldwin line will take a few days at least to make a usable file but I am up for the challenge!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
One more life to add to the other
Good grief, one more thing. I joined Second Life. Ugh!!
I have a handful of friends that keep asking me to come into the fun of Second Life. I would sit in the group with them listening them talk about it and while it did sound intriguing, I held to my belief that I just have too much I never get done as it is, things I whine and complain about regularly on my blogs, and that I have no business adding yet one more thing to take my attention from no less than spinning, knitting, family research, SCA research (that never ever gets done), AOL roleplay (that gets too much done!), 16th century garb for myself and my daughter, Turkish embroidery (hardly touched) and so on. Oh yes and that I have a full time job and a 19 year old daughter still at home and not much of a social life. So do I really need to be in Second Life? Then, I heard a lot about it this weekend in PA at the Pennsic Staff meeting I went to.
The culprit who tipped the scales much is Genie Weezles, much to the joy of my friends who have been telling me I should be in Second Life. My excuse was I don't have control over my first life, why do I need a second????!!!! Lol. Genie writes one of my favorite blogs, I have her tool bar too and I like it, btw. I met her in SL on my first night there and found her to be extremely nice and helpful. I am looking forward to sitting in on meetings and chats but right now I am all about figuring out the game. I rode a train in a 1885 Victorian village and went to Scotland though I was transported out by accidently walking onto private property. Heh.
One thing SL has awakened is my inner Barbie. Yes. My three nights in SL have been little more than shopping and dressing. Do not be surprised if I sit in on a Genealogy discussion dressed like Marie Antoinette. I have gone very period in my shopping. I have a nifty Tudor ensemble now and a pirate girl outfit. See, this is why I should not be in a place like this. It does remind me though of my Grandmother (Elizabeth Dewar Fender Duncan) who used to settle in for a night of my sister and I putting on a Barbie fashion show. Those are some of my best memories. She would have us narrate our outfits with details as we walked Barbie along the edge of the shiny black case like a runway and would ask questions about the garments. Those were wonderful times.
So, if you see an overdressed or perhaps underdressed, you just never know with me, character with a different hairdo every day named Genea Moorsider, that would be me!
I have a handful of friends that keep asking me to come into the fun of Second Life. I would sit in the group with them listening them talk about it and while it did sound intriguing, I held to my belief that I just have too much I never get done as it is, things I whine and complain about regularly on my blogs, and that I have no business adding yet one more thing to take my attention from no less than spinning, knitting, family research, SCA research (that never ever gets done), AOL roleplay (that gets too much done!), 16th century garb for myself and my daughter, Turkish embroidery (hardly touched) and so on. Oh yes and that I have a full time job and a 19 year old daughter still at home and not much of a social life. So do I really need to be in Second Life? Then, I heard a lot about it this weekend in PA at the Pennsic Staff meeting I went to.
The culprit who tipped the scales much is Genie Weezles, much to the joy of my friends who have been telling me I should be in Second Life. My excuse was I don't have control over my first life, why do I need a second????!!!! Lol. Genie writes one of my favorite blogs, I have her tool bar too and I like it, btw. I met her in SL on my first night there and found her to be extremely nice and helpful. I am looking forward to sitting in on meetings and chats but right now I am all about figuring out the game. I rode a train in a 1885 Victorian village and went to Scotland though I was transported out by accidently walking onto private property. Heh.
One thing SL has awakened is my inner Barbie. Yes. My three nights in SL have been little more than shopping and dressing. Do not be surprised if I sit in on a Genealogy discussion dressed like Marie Antoinette. I have gone very period in my shopping. I have a nifty Tudor ensemble now and a pirate girl outfit. See, this is why I should not be in a place like this. It does remind me though of my Grandmother (Elizabeth Dewar Fender Duncan) who used to settle in for a night of my sister and I putting on a Barbie fashion show. Those are some of my best memories. She would have us narrate our outfits with details as we walked Barbie along the edge of the shiny black case like a runway and would ask questions about the garments. Those were wonderful times.
So, if you see an overdressed or perhaps underdressed, you just never know with me, character with a different hairdo every day named Genea Moorsider, that would be me!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Once Upon A Wall
The anniversary of the Berlin Wall coming down reminds me that I have knowledge of history and how will my descendents know this unless I tell my story. Another one of those duh moments. We chase those links to the past but I know I forget that someday someone will want to know this about me.
I have seen this wall. I toured it when I was 17 and a young army wife while my husband was stationed in Ansbach. I saw the wall that kept East Germans inside their borders and I remember this tour 33 years later. I remember being afraid as being 17 I clearly remembered my European Studies classes in high school.
I boarded the bus and sat next to a window. I was excited and scared at the same time. The tour guide asked us not to make any gestures towards the watch towers or anyone guarding the wall saying that the bus could be apprehended and by law no one had to let the US government know we were in custody for 48 hours. This alone terrified me and being an impressionable teenager I took this as gospel and was actually afraid to lift my hand to eat the peanut M&M in it! Too, I had a baby on my lap. Our bus driver, however, was of a different mind and he was beeping the horn and making all sorts of gestures towards the soldiers the entire trip and I wondered if the man had a death wish for everyone on that bus! I have never been religious but I do remember looking up and mentally begging for a safe trip home and promising to never hit my sister again and so on. Come on, I was 17 and out of the nest way too soon and in a foreign country! I couldn't imagine why the bus driver would do all this, risking our lives, as that is what I thought he was doing. It is very easy to think this when you are looking out the window at men standing in uniform and holding a machine gun. Today I wonder what they thought. Were we just another bunch of American's to dislike or did they envy the freedom we had? If I had been older, I would have asked a thousand questions of the tour guide. What a missed opportunity being that I was of an age where I really had other interests and this was part of my arrival orientation to live in Germany with the Armed Forces.
The tour consisted of seeing the sights and hearing of the horrors. I gazed at innocent looking chain link fences. There was nothing innocent about them. They were razor sharp and would take the fingers off anyone trying to climb the fence. If they happened to get to the top they would get no further with barbed wire and a rolling tube waiting to keep them inside. Wide open fields would be seen and I would wonder why anyone could not just run and make it out. I did not realize it was not one solid wall around the country but then again, I was young. These areas were patrolled by Russian Wolf Hounds trained to eat from the trainers throat then left hungry enough during their time on duty. As explained, they were attack dogs. I never looked at the family dog again in quite the same way. There were towers where armed men would shoot to kill should anyone make a run for it. Then there were the check points and the wall. I was moved by it. I remember feeling so bad for the people behind it given no choice. I heard the stories of families and friends separated by just the placement of the wall; neighbors one day and then of different worlds the next. The Autobahn lined with slab walls and dynamite to set off stopping anyone who tried to leave or come in. I know there was a lot more but it was so long ago I don't remember it well and it was part of my very forgettable "first life" that I call it.
What I do remember clearly was the story about truck drivers. If they were delivering or picking up outside of the wall their families were put in protective custody to ensure the driver and the truck came back. That was what bothered me most out of everything I learned that day. Why are peaceful hard working people terrorized like that. This is where I come back to that bus driver that scared the life out of me with his outward behavior to the guards at check points all along this bus route. He was one of those truck drivers and he smuggled his wife and children out of the country in the truck he drove out. The sheer act of such bravery astounds me. Would I ever risk everything, the very lives of my family, to make a getaway like that? He knew what he was up against and the risk he put his family in. I can't begin to touch upon how this family must have felt through the planning and eventual escape. There had to be people they left behind. The bus was parked when the drivers story was told. What he got for it was a standing ovation and a pride so strong and seeing clearly the reason why we were there. The fear I felt by his actions that day melted away to a huge respect and feeling he was well in his rights to celebrate as he did every day driving that bus.
When the wall went down I knew I had been a tiny part of history. I could say, "yes, I have seen it with my own eyes." Twenty years later I realize just what a big part of history it was. I realize the importance of that wall coming down. As many wish over the years, I wish when I saw that wall at such a young age that I truly understood the weight and importance of it and its time and place in history.
I have seen this wall. I toured it when I was 17 and a young army wife while my husband was stationed in Ansbach. I saw the wall that kept East Germans inside their borders and I remember this tour 33 years later. I remember being afraid as being 17 I clearly remembered my European Studies classes in high school.
I boarded the bus and sat next to a window. I was excited and scared at the same time. The tour guide asked us not to make any gestures towards the watch towers or anyone guarding the wall saying that the bus could be apprehended and by law no one had to let the US government know we were in custody for 48 hours. This alone terrified me and being an impressionable teenager I took this as gospel and was actually afraid to lift my hand to eat the peanut M&M in it! Too, I had a baby on my lap. Our bus driver, however, was of a different mind and he was beeping the horn and making all sorts of gestures towards the soldiers the entire trip and I wondered if the man had a death wish for everyone on that bus! I have never been religious but I do remember looking up and mentally begging for a safe trip home and promising to never hit my sister again and so on. Come on, I was 17 and out of the nest way too soon and in a foreign country! I couldn't imagine why the bus driver would do all this, risking our lives, as that is what I thought he was doing. It is very easy to think this when you are looking out the window at men standing in uniform and holding a machine gun. Today I wonder what they thought. Were we just another bunch of American's to dislike or did they envy the freedom we had? If I had been older, I would have asked a thousand questions of the tour guide. What a missed opportunity being that I was of an age where I really had other interests and this was part of my arrival orientation to live in Germany with the Armed Forces.
The tour consisted of seeing the sights and hearing of the horrors. I gazed at innocent looking chain link fences. There was nothing innocent about them. They were razor sharp and would take the fingers off anyone trying to climb the fence. If they happened to get to the top they would get no further with barbed wire and a rolling tube waiting to keep them inside. Wide open fields would be seen and I would wonder why anyone could not just run and make it out. I did not realize it was not one solid wall around the country but then again, I was young. These areas were patrolled by Russian Wolf Hounds trained to eat from the trainers throat then left hungry enough during their time on duty. As explained, they were attack dogs. I never looked at the family dog again in quite the same way. There were towers where armed men would shoot to kill should anyone make a run for it. Then there were the check points and the wall. I was moved by it. I remember feeling so bad for the people behind it given no choice. I heard the stories of families and friends separated by just the placement of the wall; neighbors one day and then of different worlds the next. The Autobahn lined with slab walls and dynamite to set off stopping anyone who tried to leave or come in. I know there was a lot more but it was so long ago I don't remember it well and it was part of my very forgettable "first life" that I call it.
What I do remember clearly was the story about truck drivers. If they were delivering or picking up outside of the wall their families were put in protective custody to ensure the driver and the truck came back. That was what bothered me most out of everything I learned that day. Why are peaceful hard working people terrorized like that. This is where I come back to that bus driver that scared the life out of me with his outward behavior to the guards at check points all along this bus route. He was one of those truck drivers and he smuggled his wife and children out of the country in the truck he drove out. The sheer act of such bravery astounds me. Would I ever risk everything, the very lives of my family, to make a getaway like that? He knew what he was up against and the risk he put his family in. I can't begin to touch upon how this family must have felt through the planning and eventual escape. There had to be people they left behind. The bus was parked when the drivers story was told. What he got for it was a standing ovation and a pride so strong and seeing clearly the reason why we were there. The fear I felt by his actions that day melted away to a huge respect and feeling he was well in his rights to celebrate as he did every day driving that bus.
When the wall went down I knew I had been a tiny part of history. I could say, "yes, I have seen it with my own eyes." Twenty years later I realize just what a big part of history it was. I realize the importance of that wall coming down. As many wish over the years, I wish when I saw that wall at such a young age that I truly understood the weight and importance of it and its time and place in history.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Transcription - G. W. Duncan - Coffin and Grave
I guess my previous post was what I needed to shed my mood. Tonight I decided to look at what I had saved in Footnote and to start transcribing. This file has 12 pages of information. I did find a clue or two in this information. I am seeing very clearly why transcribing is important, especially for a skimmer like me. I can pinpoint Jane Edwards Duncan to Hendersonville, NC in 1862. I will see if there are newspapers from there in any archives.
{Edit: Oh discrepancy! I wonder if his age was written down when he mustered in or if he gave the wrong age. By taking the age of 29 that he was listed as when he died, that places him born abt 1832. His wife was born 1817 and their son William Franklin was born in 1842. That would make G.W. 10 years old?? More research to be done. In the statement below it is mentioned he was 42 at time of death.}
Duncan, George W., Private
Born in Ashe County and resided in Yancey County where he was by occupation a farmer prior to enlisting in Yancey County at age 29, July 26, 1861. Died n hospital at Knoxville, Tennessee, June 20-27, 1862 of "diarrhoea."
{Edit: Oh discrepancy! I wonder if his age was written down when he mustered in or if he gave the wrong age. By taking the age of 29 that he was listed as when he died, that places him born abt 1832. His wife was born 1817 and their son William Franklin was born in 1842. That would make G.W. 10 years old?? More research to be done. In the statement below it is mentioned he was 42 at time of death.}
From North Carolina Troops
1861-1865
A Roster
Compiled by Weymouth T Jordan, Jr.
Vol. VII
Infantry
1861-1865
A Roster
Compiled by Weymouth T Jordan, Jr.
Vol. VII
Infantry
Duncan, George W., Private
Born in Ashe County and resided in Yancey County where he was by occupation a farmer prior to enlisting in Yancey County at age 29, July 26, 1861. Died n hospital at Knoxville, Tennessee, June 20-27, 1862 of "diarrhoea."
The reference card:
Duncan - G.W.
Co. G. 29th N.C.
(Confederate)
Reference Card
See Manuscript No. 1687 Page …
Coffin and Grave
Dated - July 16 1862
Statement:
I certify that the within named George W Duncan a private of Capt E H Hampton's company (G) 29th Regt NC Troops was born in Ash County in the State of NC. Age 42 years five feet nine inches high. Fair complexion blue eyes black hair. And by occupation a farmer. Was enlisted by M Chandler at Day Brook in Yancey County in the State of NC on the 26th day of July 1861 to serve one year and died at Knoxville Tennessee in regular hospital of dioreiah on the 27th day of June 1862. A left the following effect {viz} two suits of clothes, two blankets and 36 dollars in money all of which was hand over to his leagal adminstrator, Jane M Duncan except one suit of clothes which was used in burying him. Given in duplicate at Beau Station, Tenn this 8th day of July 1862. E.H. Hampton, Capt. Comdg Comp 29th Regt, NC Troops.
Auditor/Comptroller Document:
The Confederate States
To George W Duncan, deceased, late Private of Capt. Hampton Co G 29th Reg't, North Carolina Troops Dr.
For pay from 1st May the date of which he was last paid by Capt. Neill A 2 M to 27th June, 1862 the date of his Death.
1 month & 17 Days @ $11 per Month | 20.90 | |
Commutation for Clothing | 20.99 | |
41.89 |
Per Certificate of Capt Hampton herewith.
Payable to B. M. Edward (?), Attorney of Jane E Duncan the Widow of said deceased Hendersonville N.C.
Treasury Department
Second Auditor's Office
June 6th 1863
C W Johnson, Clerk.
Comptroller's Office
June 9th, 1863
S.H. Boykin(?), Clerk.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Taming The Runaway Brain
I think maybe I am overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel like I do things over and over and I think I take good notes and I put everything in RM4. I don't have the best filing system but I am not disorganized either, I can find everything. One thing that I know I am struggling with and my common sense just jumped out with an answer the other day. My DAR line is documented by my mothers cousin. While I have the family history she wrote many years ago, I have never seen any of the documentation. Recently I found my Edwards line by a website (a great website!) done by someone else but still I have no documentation. So while it is "done", to me it is not "done". So I was putting a lot of thought into "should I redo research?" Well duh, yes! What if I find a new clue or new information and how would I know if it is new or not never having seen documentation! And, we should always double check our resources, etc.
So clearly I do know what I should be doing.. But maybe my brain is having problems in knowing where to start. And, as you can see, this is frustrating me because I am watching all my subscriptions ticking away, haha. Too, I am missing the boat on a lot of things. I do the primary look ups, chase down a lead with excitement when I have one but then I seem to drop the ball. I see all these fantastic Genealogist's uncovering all these documents I never get around looking for. So clearly my research skills have not rounded out yet.
I need a master checklist of all the things I can do to find an ancestor that I can use. I have one but can't say I like it that much so I will keep searching for something that covers everything I want with some minor tweaking of my own. Sometimes I think there is just too much information out there and I feel I am on overload. So when I feel like this about anything, back to basics seems to work for me.
So, I am allowing myself this down time but! it will not be wasted time. I have assigned myself three jobs. One, to put all my folder files into notebooks like DearMyrtle does on her January 2009 checklist. Two, I am going to get all my surnames and regions on mail lists. I have about 6 or 7 but I can do much better. Three, I am going to get all the forums I watch on my RSS feed in Bloglines.
It's a start.. I crave to research, I see so much potential in my family tree and so much missing information. So once I do these tasks, I guess I will pick a family line and start from scratch. In the mean time I will continue to write a blog when topics interest me or I feel I have something to share. The blog prompts are a fantastic thing.
I read about all these great collections being scanned for the world to see.. how do people get jobs like that! Lol.
If you read all the way through this.. thank you for listening to me ramble!
So clearly I do know what I should be doing.. But maybe my brain is having problems in knowing where to start. And, as you can see, this is frustrating me because I am watching all my subscriptions ticking away, haha. Too, I am missing the boat on a lot of things. I do the primary look ups, chase down a lead with excitement when I have one but then I seem to drop the ball. I see all these fantastic Genealogist's uncovering all these documents I never get around looking for. So clearly my research skills have not rounded out yet.
I need a master checklist of all the things I can do to find an ancestor that I can use. I have one but can't say I like it that much so I will keep searching for something that covers everything I want with some minor tweaking of my own. Sometimes I think there is just too much information out there and I feel I am on overload. So when I feel like this about anything, back to basics seems to work for me.
So, I am allowing myself this down time but! it will not be wasted time. I have assigned myself three jobs. One, to put all my folder files into notebooks like DearMyrtle does on her January 2009 checklist. Two, I am going to get all my surnames and regions on mail lists. I have about 6 or 7 but I can do much better. Three, I am going to get all the forums I watch on my RSS feed in Bloglines.
It's a start.. I crave to research, I see so much potential in my family tree and so much missing information. So once I do these tasks, I guess I will pick a family line and start from scratch. In the mean time I will continue to write a blog when topics interest me or I feel I have something to share. The blog prompts are a fantastic thing.
I read about all these great collections being scanned for the world to see.. how do people get jobs like that! Lol.
If you read all the way through this.. thank you for listening to me ramble!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Blog Prompt #39: Did your ancestors come by boat? Talk about the documentation that records their departure and arrival.
Two family's that I know of came to America by boat in the 1900's. On my mothers side was my Great-Grandfather Edward Fender. Edward came over the first time with his oldest child and only son, George Fender. They came over in steerage and decided during that trip that my Great-Grandmother, Grandmother and Great-Aunt would come over by first class passage. Edward was a Mason and the most memorable event about his arrival was that they took his trunk and opened it to inspect his luggage. Upon finding his Mason's apron, his baggage was closed up as it was and he was escorted through customs.
I have been very lucky to find the documents for this families passage. The interesting thing is that both my grandmother and great-aunt were listed 2 years younger than they were. A small mystery though I am guessing that the clerk was misinformed. If my great-grandfather booked the passage, perhaps he just couldn't remember how old they were. I know in the family history of my mothers cousin my sister and I are also listed by two years off.
The second family would be my Great-Grandmother and Great Grandfather Stivic that became Stevens. They too came through Ellis Island and settled in Detroit, Michigan.
(this is the information filled in on a #29 line blank passenger list form, Excel is giving me issues and not pasting like the table I made. Each line numbered, first is Zivco, second is Marianna.)
1 11 12
2 Stivic Stivic
2 Zivco Marianna
3 26 19
4 M F
5 M M
6 Labourer Housewife
7 Yes Yes
7 Yes Yes
8 Hungarian Hungarian
9 German German
10 Vodincia (?) Same
11 Anna Landakic same
11 Mother Mother-in-law
12 Michigan same
12 Detroit same
13 11 12
14 Yes Yes
15 Self Husband
16 $50 comment about Husband
17 No No
17 - -
17 - -
18 Acqua Kocian Anton, Guton? Acqua
18 Hendrick St 32, Detroit Michigan
19 No No
20 No No
21 No No
22 No No
23 No No
24 No No
25 5' 7" 5' 5"
26 dark dark
27 fair fair
27 blue blue
28 no no
29 Lapovac (can't read handwriting)
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