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A lost Exit78 post, recovered from Internet Archive WayBackMachine; March 2011

by Mike Goad

Article originally published 7/29/2003

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Since genealogical research inevitably involves copying of information, questions involving copyright often crop up. When an answer is given, it may be less than satisfactory. Sometimes the answer is wrong, sometimes there is little or no explanation, and sometimes the answer isn’t an answer, but a policy statement. In other instances, the answer is right, but it isn’t what the questioner wanted to hear.

While copyright can be very complex and confusing, the parts of copyright law that usually apply to genealogy are really pretty basic. There are a few fundamentals that can help deal with just about any genealogy copyright situation.

Copyright means copy right

Literally, the term copyright means the right to make copies of some product. By law, the right belongs to its creator. In copyright law, the product that’s copyrighted is referred to as a “work” and the creator of the work is its author. From that, we can say:

Making a copy of a work or a portion of a work is its author’s copy right.

In the U.S., the right to make a copy of a protected work is a constitutional, exclusive right of the work’s author, except that some limited copying is allowed by provisions of the copyright law. (see fair use)

Is it copyrighted?

If it’s created today by the original expression of the author and it can be viewed or copied, then it is protected under copyright. The law says:

    Copyright protection subsists… in original works of authorship fixed in any tangible medium of expression, now known or later developed, from which they can be perceived, reproduced, or otherwise communicated, either directly or with the aid of a machine or device.

(continued at Copy Right, Copy Sense)

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Why can’t people just keep their prejudices to themselves?

Why do they have to share?

Tonight after we got back from a long day out seeing the sights and taking a couple of short hikes, I went back outside to retract the camper’s awning before the storms forecast for tonight. When I was done with that, trying to be friendly, I struck up a conversation with an older couple who are camped right behind our camper.

After we had been talking for about ten minutes, they started complaining about the Indians.

Good grief! What on earth made them think I wanted to hear any of that garbage?

I’m normally a nice guy and not often very confrontational, so I just listened and didn’t say anything. I should have made some kind of excuse and gone back in the camper.

No, I should have told them that I don’t feel the same way as them and then excused myself — but I didn’t.

I missed an opportunity when the old man started talking about how his family came into this area. I then told him how my ancestors had left Tennessee and ended up homesteading in western Kansas.

However, I should have told him that one of those ancestors that settled in Kansas married a young Indian girl.

Of course that wouldn’t have been precisely true — but he needn’t know that.

Great-great grandma Olive Goad was of Indian descent, but she was also a descendant of French and American trappers.

I guess that’s my solution if I run into this in the future. If someone goes off at a tangent about Indians, I’ll just say, “Excuse me, my great-great grandma Olive was an Indian,” — and just walk away.

Why can’t people just keep their prejudice to themselves?

Why can’t people just get over their prejudices?

Comments on “Why can’t some people just…”

August 22, 2007

teeni @ 11:45 pm

Good point – if they just got over them, then they wouldn’t have to keep anything to themselves. Life would be so much nicer all around. Kudos to you for remaining civil throughout the conversation!

August 23, 2007

Opal Tribble @ 7:51 am

Hopefully, you won’t have any more opportunities to talk about it but if you do you can provide some input. I’ve noticed most people usually shut up when you say something. I had the same issue with a former boss several years ago.

She always had something negative to say about Caucasians from what I was told. She shut up (at least around me) when I told her my grandmother was Caucasian and Indian. She quickly told me she wasn’t referring to her. Oh really I said so everyone else but her? How is what you’re doing any different that other races talking badly about our race? That shut her up quickly. :-)

August 25, 2007

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A lost Exit78 post, recovered from Internet Archive WayBackMachine; March 2011


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I’m trying to remember to take my camera with me whenever we get out of the truck when we’re on the road. Unfortunately, it still isn’t an ingrained habit.

These images are from the westbound rest area on Interstate 40 near Ozark, Arkansas. Though we’ve stopped here many, many times, it’s usually been on the side where the cars park. This time, though, towing the camper, we had to park with the trucks and other campers.

The people in the cars miss out on the most interesting parts of this rest area. The first thing that caught my eye was a sign pointing to tree in a fenced in area. The tree is a red mulberry, estimated to be over 110 years old, 48 feet tall, over 4 feet in diameter, 12 1/2 feet in circumference and a 48 foot spread of it’s branches. That’s a big mulberry tree!

The fence was not just for the tree. It enclosed a cemetery that had three small stones, all with the surname Nichols. All three had died months apart in 1889, at the ages of 19, 24, and 25.

We also discovered a rock wall running through the rest area not far from the little cemetery. To me, this indicates that the rest area sits on part of a nineteenth century homestead.

There’s a little bit of family history to this general area. Though I didn’t know it when we moved to Arkansas, one of my ancestors moved in the late 1830s, with most of her kids and grandkids, to Huntsville, Arkansas, about 50 miles north of the rest area. One of her kids, James Madison Goad, settled about 20 miles west of here at Dyer. His wife, Rebecca Fisher, died in 1859, leaving behind several children. James was killed in April 1865 by bushwhackers at the very end of the civil war. All but one of the kids were taken north to a Springfield, Illinois, orphanage when some of the Illinois troops in the area went back home after the war.

I’m also trying to post at least a photo a day on my photo blog.

Comments on “Travel Photos – I40 in Arkansas”

August 19, 2007

Opal Tribble @ 4:31 am

I enjoy looking at the photos. I cannot wait to see more. Smile
The fence was not just for the tree. It enclosed a cemetery that had three small stones, all with the surname Nichols. All three had died months apart in 1889, at the ages of 19, 24, and 25.

I find that fascinating. I wonder how they died?


A lost Exit78 post, recovered from Internet Archive WayBackMachine; March 2011


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