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Time for a change

August 15, 2016

I visited this website yesterday and with a stroke of a key, I unknowingly deleted the entire site. I wondered if this was a sign from above? 

I was able to restore some of the posts.

I have made very few changes and contributed little to over the last two years. It's time for a change. Over the next few months, I will be rethinking the format of the site. Hopefully, the end result will be a reflection of my growth as a professional genealogist.

Please continue to visit for updates and some research hints and tips.

Love to all!


Anne Marie (Goodhind) Sampson

August 14, 2016
August 8, 2016
Palmer-Anne Marie (Goodhind) Sampson, 60, currently of Warren, died on August 8, 2016 at Harrington Memorial Hospital. Anne was born in Northampton, MA on October 28, 1955, daughter of the late Albert "Bucky" Goodhind and the late Anne M. (Cleary). She was predeceased by her brother Daniel E. Goodhind. Anne was an independent, fun loving, spirited woman, who lived life on her own terms. She will be remembered for her generosity and charitable acts which extended to the elderly and those who were alone and in need of an extra pair of hands. Anne enjoyed working for the many people, who depended on her and Phillip for maintenance of their lawns, among other things. She was a devoted Patriots fan who never missed a Sunday afternoon game. Anne was married to Phillip Sampson for 25 years. She found joy in the family she and Phillip created together. She was a proud grandmother who delighted in her grandchildren's accomplishments. Anne will be greatly missed by her husband, Phillip, their four children and their spouses, Jesse Sampson and his wife Sunny of West Warwick, RI, Brian Sampson and his wife Lynn of Citra, FL, Todd Sampson of Wilbraham and Robin Sampson of Boxford. She also leaves her sister Elizabeth Banas and her husband George of Belchertown, Debra Woods and her husband Robert of Palmer, Amy Lucia and her husband Richard of Bondsville, sister-in-law, Debra Goodhind of Bondsville, and brother-in-law, George Sampson of Springfield. Four grandchildren, Brian Sampson, Jr., Lauren Sampson, Annika Sampson and Ella Sampson as well as nieces and nephews, Robin Kikuchi of Boston, Matthew Banas of Brighton, Robert Woods, Jr., of Brandford, CT, Amber Woods of Palmer, Daniel Goodhind of Syracuse, NY, Michael Goodhind of Bondsville and Kevin Goodhind of Bondsville also survive her. Visitation will be Saturday, Aug. 13th from 10:30-11:30 a.m. at the Beers and Story Palmer Funeral Home.

Edward Beckett: Mystery Solved

December 3, 2015

Dave McElroy has generously shared information pertaining to Edward and Bess (McElroy) Beckett, that until now was an unsolved mystery.  Here is the link for Find A Grave with their info:

Thank-you Dave!

Order It Here! The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955)

October 25, 2015

You can now order a signed copy of  The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955): A Cutlery Village Family clicking on "Buy Elizabeth's Book" in the tabs section at the top of the page.

Now Available! The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955)

October 3, 2015

The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955): A Cutlery Village Family can be purchased in both paperback and Kindle format by following this link to Link

Location! Location! Location!

September 5, 2015


 Home is where the heart is.-E.A.B.

I received a call a few days ago from a neighbor I have never met. As it turned out she lives on the next street. I can see her house from my back door. After reading a news item about my recent book, The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955): A Cutlery Village Family, she felt she needed to connect with me. “I think we have something in common,” she told me. “My grandfather lived in Bay State (Village) and worked in the cutlery, there.” I realized that her grandparents undoubtedly knew my ancestors. As our conversation continued, we realized that both families also lived in Buckland, Massachusetts in the same period, as well. I felt like I was talking an old friend. We are planning meet for a cup of tea and what I am sure will be a very long conversation.

It was that conversation that brought to mind the attention getting headline real estate professionals often use when advertising property: Location! Location! Location! I found myself thinking about that marketing “come on” as I began to write this post. Often, it is our location, the place where we make our home that influences the quality of our life. Location also played a part in the quality of life for our ancestors.

There have been times when I believed I had compiled all of the information available about my family and there are times when I have performed client research and thought there was nothing to be found beyond vital records. In truth, there is an abundance of information available about our ancestors, if you are willing to go an extra mile to find it.

Families are connected by a surname, ancestors and DNA, their history and shared experiences. However, they are also connected to a geographical area, a town or city and the neighborhoods in which they lived out their lives. While birth, marriage and death records are vital and basic to genealogy research, putting an ancestor in historical perspective through research of the places they lived, the events that impacted their lives and even the people in their neighborhood can provide a wealth of information about who they were, their traditions and how local and world events affected their lives.

Where they lived influenced where they worked, their socio-economic status and the opportunities to move up and foreword in their lives. A man in New York did not have the same opportunities and life experiences as a farmer living in the West.

When researching your family history ask yourself: Did my ancestor live in a city or rural area? Who were my ancestor’s neighbors and what were their professions? If they owned a house, was it passed to them from a former generation or did they obtain the property by way of a land grant? How many wars and economic downturns occurred during their lifetime? How did those events affect the local economy? What epidemics occurred in their geographical area during their lifetime? Answering just a few of these questions will add depth and richness to your family history.

When digging deep into the lives of ancestors, never overlook the history of the place they lived out their lives.

Now Available! The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955)

July 24, 2015

The True Story of the Clarks (1837-1955) is now available at


The Daily Mail (UK): Rachel Dolezal's Ancestry

June 17, 2015

Some of the most interesting research I have performed. Follow the link to read the Daily Mail (UK) article: Link    Elizabeth

The Daily Mail: Ben Affleck Story

May 2, 2015

Last week I was busy researching Ben Affleck's ancestry for the Daily Mail (UK). You can find the article by following this link: Link


The Living and the Dead

July 31, 2014


The faces and names may be different, but the stories of those who came before us are as old as the sun. E.B.

Most of my readers are aware that I have recently completed a soon to be published family narrative history entitled: The True Story of the Clarks of Bay State Village. My research spanned more than a decade; writing the narrative took over a year. The project has been rift with delays from the start and publication of the book has been postponed until later this year. Despite ongoing issues that left me frustrated and discouraged, I was determined to complete the project.

My intention when I began this project was, as the title implies, to write a fair and honest account of the lives of three generations of the Clark family.  However, as the project came to a close, my intentions and principles were put to the test by a dilemma that tugged at my emotions and kept me awake for several nights. The issue at hand was whether or not to include negative information in the narrative about a well-known and highly regarded uncle.  A relative who had been close to him before his death in the early 1970s was not happy about the disclosure and the more I thought about it, I found myself questioning the wisdom of my decision.

My uncle was a good man. He was a prominent figure locally and is still remembered by many for his good works for the communities he served. However, no one is perfect and in the very distant past he was known to drink heavily. This indulgence nearly cost him his marriage and had he not curbed his alcohol habit, his contributions would have been few. However, he was a stubborn and strong personality. He won the battle with the “bottle” and moved on to a productive life.

I heard about his hard drinking days from my mother many years ago. However, when writing about his very large life, I had forgotten that once upon a time, for a short period, he was known within the family as a “drunk”. When compared to his many good works, his Achilles’heel was a small flaw in an otherwise stellar life. From my perspective, his alcoholism did not define him. It was a transient problem and I did not consider disclosing it in the book.

However, at the prodding of a relative, I contacted an extended family member to interview her about my uncle’s wife and their married life. Her most vivid memories of the family were connected to my uncle’s drinking days. She had personal knowledge of his affliction and how it affected those closest to him. Her stories were supported by information I received from other family members. I was stymied as to how I should proceed.  

For me, the issue was not about preserving my long deceased uncle’s image as a public figure. It was about the living; the few surviving people, who loved him during his life and still held him in esteem because of his good qualities. Certainly, he had worked hard for his family and for his community. He had earned the respect he received both in public and in his private life. I asked myself if I was being unfair to him and his loved ones by making public this little known fact. Moreover, I was writing history and for better or for worse, what I wrote would be read by generations to come. Still, another part of my psyche shouted that this was a story of redemption; a story of a man who had fallen from grace and found his way back to a better life.

Apart from grappling with my principles, I also knew that if I did not include this negative piece of information, readers in the “know” would question why I did not write about “it.” Omitting the information would bring into question the veracity of other information I presented in the narrative.

I concluded that since alcohol abuse was prevalent in the Clark family and because I spoke of it freely when writing about other generations, to omit the information pertaining to my uncle’s drinking days was at best disingenuous, if not dishonest. Family members knew the truth. Furthermore, omitting that brief, dark period in his life would belie the title of the book and my objective in writing the narrative in the first place.

To write about it or not, I asked myself for the one hundredth time? I sat down at my computer and began to tell his story without judgment and without prejudice. My uncle’s transient issues with alcohol were covered in two short paragraphs.

When I completed the biography, I felt I had created a balanced accurate portrayal of my late uncle; the man he was and the man he later became.

I knew the depiction of my uncle as a young alcoholic was not going to get favorable reviews from a few family members. However, it was just one of many portrayals of my less than perfect and all too human ancestors. No doubt readers will not envision any of them floating above the ground with halos over their heads. What they will envision is individuals and families over a century ago dealing with the eternal issues that have plagued humankind since the beginning of time.

At the end of the day, alcoholism is written about and discussed freely in the media. It is not a new affliction and as I have thought to myself  so many times when researching my ancestors and the ancestors of my clients: The faces and names may be different, but the stories of those who came before us are as old as the sun.



June 26, 2014

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I know you’re there!  I just need to find a way to find you. - E.B.

The proverbial brick wall can be likened to a nagging headache that continues unabated until it broken down. I don’t know anyone who engages in the business of genealogy, who doesn’t have at least one pesky ancestor, who wandered away from the fold and vanished into the ethers.

There are people who die and are never identified. There are those that vanish by their own volition, change their name and disappear into the crowd, but not very many. Almost everyone has a paper trail. If someone is looking for them, they will be found.

I experienced my first brick wall when searching for a long lost uncle, who boarded a train and eventually lost contact with his family. I remember sitting at my desk day after day, staring at his vital statistics. No one in the family knew what happened to him. No one had a clue. I believed the answer to the mystery was hidden somewhere on that page and indeed it was staring back at like a huge red flag.

My missing uncle served during the Spanish-American War. After some research on military records and a flurry of phone calls, I was able to retrieve a copy of his military pension file. The mystery was solved. The pension file was a road map of his life after he left Northampton, Massachusetts. Affidavits told the story of his travels through the West and his encounter with a stranger, who attempted to steal his identity and his military pension. Most touching was the hospital records that documented the details of his death and the funeral home records that described the suit he was buried in.

At the end of the day, I came to realize that a good working knowledge of resources and well-developed analytical skills are the keys to finding an elusive ancestor. When I consider all of the trial and error internet searches, phone calls to relatives and days spent pouring over the same information, I shake my head. Everything I needed to know was on that tattered sheet of paper.

When confronted by a brick wall, think about other resources that might contain the information you are seeking. As an example, instead of relying on an internet search or census records to locate children, consult the parent’s will or probate record. Research newspapers for obituaries for known family members, which will name next of kin.

Stick with it. Your elusive ancestor is hiding right in front of your face.

Need assistance with your genealogical research? Go to: or write to Elizabeth Banas at

Finding John and Hannah's House

June 15, 2014

Check out the September issue of  Family Chronicle Magazine to read my tutorial and article to finding your ancestors homes though deeds and other sources.

The True Story of the Clarks of Bay State Village (1837-1955)

May 29, 2014

It is nearly June and I am still waiting for the copyright certificate. There is a reason for everything and I suppose the reason this is taking so long will unfold in the future. In the meantime, I am organizing material for my next book. God Bless! Elizabeth

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May 4, 2014

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The True Story of the Clarks of Bay State Village (1837-1955)

March 30, 2014

This book project is nearly complete, but it looks like I will not meet my deadline. I am still waiting for the copyright to be processed and I am still working on editing the final copy. This has been a long and arduous process, which I hope will have a happy ending. I will notify everyone when the book is available on  Elizabeth


Albert Goodhind-March 1, 1932-January 16, 2010

January 16, 2014

                                    There is nothing new under the sun...

Happy Thanksgiving!

November 27, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving! The projected publication date for The True Story of the Clarks of Bay State Village is late March 2014. I will see you at winter's end. Wishing you a joyous and safe holiday season-Elizabeth



When the news isn't good: Finding my family in long forgotten letters

June 25, 2013

Years of research brought me to a place where I believed, I had exhausted all resources. They left nothing behind, I thought. Where great-great grandpa came from, went to the grave with him. EAB

Those who know me are aware of how preoccupied I am these days. I am working diligently to finish a narrative history of the Clark branch of my family. I have spent years researching and compiling records pertaining to my elusive great-great grandparents. Aside from bits of family tradition that made little sense from an historical perspective and vital records relevant to their children, I had very little information to begin my research. It was as if the first generation of Clarks in the United States dropped out the sky and landed in Northampton, Massachusetts.Years of research brought me to a place where I believed, I had exhausted all resources. They left nothing behind, I thought. Where great-great grandpa came from, went to the grave with him.

It was serendipity that led me to a collection of letters between family members which spanned over forty years. I knew the relatives that authored the letters. My only impetus to explore the collection was a faint, burning hope that I would find a clue buried somewhere between the lines of an old letter that would help me break down the impenetrable brick walls that kept me from finding my great-great grandfather. It was a long shot, but it was all that I had left.

I found myself on a cool spring morning in mid-April in a quiet corner, surrounded by stacks of boxes containing manila folders filled with old personal correspondence between several family members, who have been gone for many years. After skimming over a half dozen letters, I surmised that I was on a dead end street and my day was a waste. I simply did not care if it was raining on April 22, 1956 or if the snow was falling at six o’clock on New Year’s Eve in 1960. A few more letters and I am done, I thought. Not more than a minute later, I caught sight of my grandmother’s name scrawled in a letter written in 1955. The author had penned a clearly unflattering description of her and her children, which included my mother. I should have taken offense, but instead, it struck me as very funny. I read the paragraph aloud to Geo and we both laughed.

Over the years, I heard similar sentiments stated by my grandmother regarding family members. Apparently, there were few people in the family, who liked one another.  I always wondered what provoked the issues between this brood of brothers, sisters and in-laws and as I browsed through through letter after letter, I realized that the cache of old and obviously very personal correspondence between mother, father and son was an uncensored peek into their thoughts and opinions on the ever present family strife, how they viewed important life events and the challenges and issues they faced in their daily walk. I felt as if I was peering at their world through their eyes. There were jaw dropping revelations about people close to me; allusions to the circumstances of the birth of a family member, a criminal case and the strange story of an in-law, who wound up in a psychiatric hospital due to the influence of a relative. I was quite certain the person who wrote about the circumstances of the committal never imagined that one day I would have access to such an admission. How bazaar!  No, the news wasn’t good.

There is nothing new under the sun, I thought for the one millionth time. Sibling rivalry, jealousy, family disputes and tantalizing gossip between family members will always exist. Life is never perfect or painless and talk is always cheap. Still, I found some of the revelations in the letters very believable and stunning. I wondered how I would present this material in the narrative and if it would change how this family is remembered by those still living.

While there was vitriol and gossip contained in the letters, there were passages pertaining to mundane and ordinary daily events, as well; narratives about cold raw January evenings spent on the divan watching “the fights” and Sunday afternoon visits from family, who brought gifts of fresh eggs from the chickens they raised in the backyard;  a remark about  a good pot roast dinner and  a touching description of  the lavender dress my great-grandmother wore when the family buried her. I could see it all in my mind’s eye, even though, I was not there.

As I read on, images of my childhood and the carefree days I spent with my grandparents, drifted into my consciousness. I recalled my grandmother’s Hermit cookies and trips to Lilly Library to borrow books that set my imagination on fire. I remembered the sound of change rattling in my grandfather’s pockets when he walked and chocolate ice cream at a place called the “Two Cows.” So many perfect moments I had forgotten were mine again. Even though the news contained in the letters wasn’t good, I felt lifted and I thought to myself, how lucky I was to have been loved by such wonderful light-filled beings.

It was serendipity tugging at me or perhaps dumb luck that caused me to reach for the simple red spiral notebook wedged in the back of a box. To my utter surprise, it contained a draft of an unfinished family narrative that contained biographical information about my great-great grandfather! I now had new territory to explore and a new perspective from which to write.

At the end of the day, as I gathered up my belongings to leave, Geo and I both agreed that it was unbelievable that the letters and the notebook existed. I said a little prayer thanking God. The news wasn’t good, but I was leaving with an insightful glimpse into the challenges and issues of long departed family members and I had found a notebook filled with genealogical treasures. Moreover, I had found a lost part of my spirit.

Keep diggin' for those gems!




             Elizabeth Banas

Elizabeth is a professional genealogist. She is a member of the National Genealogical Society, Association for Professional Genealogists and the New England Association of Professional Genealogists. You can send your research requests to








April 15, 2013


So much to do and so little time to do it! I am in the middle of a time crunch. I do not have a post to share this month. However, I do have the photo below that looks to me to be two Clark women. The photo was taken in Northampton, Massachusetts. The clothing suggests the photo dates to circa 1900. Could this be Mary (Clark) Becket and Jennie (Clark) McCarthy? If you can identify the lovely ladies in this photograph, please contact me at





Keep diggin' for those gems!


Elizabeth Banas is a professional genealogist. She is a member of the National Genealogical Society, Association for Professional Genealogists and the New England Association of Professional Genealogists. You can send your research requests to or go to

Dad said: "The handwriting was on the mirror. It told the tale." I know the writer.






Happy Birthday Wilbur Cleary!

October 27, 2012

Today would have been my grandfather's 119th birthday.  He was born in Bennington, New Hampshire on October 27th, 1893 to Andrew and Margaret (Cashion) Cleary. He lived in Norfolk, Virginia with relatives for eight years, but most of his life was spent in Florence, Massachusetts where he was employed by the International Silver Company. He married my grandmother Mary Hannah Clark in April 1917. They lived in Bay State Village for a while and then moved to Middle Street.

I remember him as a laid back man, who told some fine stories about his childhood in New Hampshire. His most famous tale was about a  very large rabbit he hunted down on a winter day. According to the yarn, this rabbit was so big that when he slung it over his shoulder to walk home, the rabbit's paws were dragging on the ground. (Yikes!)

Grampa smoked a pipe. He liked to read newspapers and talk about politics. He also liked Teaberry gum and a cup of tea after dinner. He wrote a poem about a fallen soldier that was published in Readers Digest. His aspiration was to write song lyrics.  He had a beautiful flower garden at his last home in Palmer, Massachusetts. On October 27th, 1964, after doing some yard work, he went into the house for lunch and a nap. He died in his bed that afternoon. It was his  71st birthday. He left the world on the same date, he came into the world.

I will always remember him telling me to dance a this funeral. I didn't. It would have caused a rift, but I have tried to make it up to him by dancing on each of  his birthdays. Time for some Bon Jovi and U2. Happy birthday Grampa!


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