I tried to find info on Mr Beltran. Hadn't come across any yet. I did find a better copy of the Wanted Poster tho-
Not sure I like this post, if that's ok.Thank you to those that replied.
I want to point out, that a "Like" is for posting a reply! No the content there-in.
I think I've got forebears who owned slaves.Not to mention the probability in America of having ancestors who owned slaves.
Sounds like my paternal line. Except the existing family surname was changed to the point many would not recognize it. But, didn't most the Henchmen get a large grant, either in Scotland or Ireland? That's where some of my Irish line goes, not to being Celtic.My English last name evolved out of a French name from the last 11th century. When William the Conqueror conquered England, he decreed that everyone have a surname. One of his men took on the French name of his hometown. Over the years, it evolved into an English name and dropped the preposition.
So, I am descended from one of William the Conqueror's henchmen. The family settled in Scotland and it was there that the name gradually became English.
I didn't know about the grants in Scotland and Ireland, but I am not surprised. My last name only has the first two letters of the French name it evolved out of.Sounds like my paternal line. Except the existing family surname was changed to the point many would not recognize it. But, didn't most the Henchmen get a large grant, either in Scotland or Ireland? That's where some of my Irish line goes, not to being Celtic.
That you, Hatfield?Given some of my few extended family members that I know well, and others who are
long since estranged and not discussed, it's hard to imagine that
there's not somebody infamous on the family tree. I haven't set out on any
genealogical research, it's just a feeling. In my small hometown, many shared our name
but were generally warned to stay away from one another. This is the way it was as
long as I can remember.
Crikey. My dad told me about poor people in Glasgow in the 1930s who would attach a rubber hose to a gas light (not while it was lit), bubble it through a bottle of milk, and drink the resulting mixture. Town gas was coal gas then. Drinking it wasn’t a good idea, eh.Aside from the guy I discussed in a different thread, the great uncle who mixed gasoline and milk during prohibition and had to have part of his stomach surgically removed, no.
Dang .... I thought I'd heard of everything.Crikey. My dad told me about poor people in Glasgow in the 1930s who would attach a rubber hose to a gas light (not while it was lit), bubble it through a bottle of milk, and drink the resulting mixture. Town gas was coal gas then. Drinking it wasn’t a good idea, eh.
Excellent! I'm sure he deserved it...My mum once punched the Duke of Argyll, but you would, wouldn’t you.