Broschinsky Family Website

Well, it’s been a long time since I last posted. Life gets so busy and I am not one of the most organized people in the world.

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Those of you who came to the family reunion saw me spend most of my time in the corner with my wife’s laptop and scanner. I was trying to scan as many pictures as possible out of the mountain of material that Aunt Betty brought.

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Ok. I have entered all the front matter (exclusive of the coat of arms), all of chapter 1 (Sidney Algernon Knowlton and his two wives), and four sections of chapter 2: Ruhamah Burnham Knowlton, Martha Jane Knowlton, and Benjamin Franklin Knowlton (one section for his first wife, the other for his later two wives).

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Continuing my work on the book. I have started on the front matter now (frontispiece, introduction, etc.). Things are progressing. The HTML version of the book may be seen here: http://mikebro.freeshell.org/fam-hist/utahknowltons/. A PDF copy is attached to this post.

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Here is the family song as composed by Betty Broschinsky Olsen.  Presented at the Broschinsky Family Reunion in 2007.

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It ain’t gonna rain no more, no more,
It ain’t gonna rain  no more,
How in the heck will I wash my neck if it ain’t gonna rain no more?

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A peanut sat on a railroad track, his heart was all a flutter,
Around the bend came the two fifteen (number ten),
Choo, Choo – Peanut Butter!
(Toot! Toot!) -  Peanut  Butter!

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I went to the animal fair, the birds and the bees were there,
The Big Baboon by the light of the moon was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk, he fell on the elephant’s trunk,
The elephant sneezed, and fell on his knees,
And what became of the monk, the monk, the monk, the monk, the monk?

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Peepin’ through the knot-hole of Grandpa’s wooden leg–
Who will wind the clock while I’m away, away,
Go get the ax, there’s a hair on George’s chin,
And a boy’s best friend is his mother, his mother.

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I have a dear old daddy, for whom I nightly pray,
He has a set of whiskers that are always in the way.

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