Thursday, January 24, 2013

Another Thursday night success and blessing!

The Story of Mary Dippold

Thursday night is my usual genealogy night.  Don is away at Stake meetings until late, so I always wait up for him, even if it is until midnight.  Doing genealogy work keeps me awake enough to make it up that long.
I am continually praying for help with my research.  I have received divine help before.
I often pray on Wednesday nights, knowing I will get a chance to work on our family  on Thursdays.  Many times I ask what line to work on.  Last week I was blessed with a  dream about Velma, and that Thursday night, I found that someone else has been working on her line, and it is the first line I have been able to get back to the 1700’s!
Last night, I had  a dream, and all I remembered when I awoke was something about there are a lot of Mary’s, but Mary Dippold is the important one, (and I add here , that I think it was kind of like, the main one to focus on, more like a feeling than a logical thought).
I was excited, but scared.  I think I had heard the name Dippold before someone in my research, but not sure where exactly.  I couldn’t believe my brain would just come up with a name like that, so I was hoping it was divine inspiration, and I couldn’t wait to do my genealogy tonight.
As soon as Don left, I got out all my notes and folders.( I had sneaked  a few minutes during the day to put her name in Family Search, so curious as to if it would come up, and it  did!  It came up with her mother’s name Krisch, and her father’s name Helmrich.  I know where Krisch  is in our line, and I have heard the Helmrich names.)
In my notes I found that I had 4 different Mary’s, some Helmrichs, and there were drawings and charts of me trying to make sense out of who was who, and how they were related.  (Mary Rumm, Mary Kirsch, another Mary Krisch, a Mary Helmrich, and a Mary Dippold!)
I went online and found all the sources I could find: censuses, death and birth records, etc. 
I then spent about an hour, piecing it all together by dates and sorting, and using visual charts to put each Mary in the right generation.
Success! Mary Dippold is the niece of Florian Pylick and his wife, Josephine Krish.  (Florian is my great-grandfather’s brother).
I entered all the information, and was a bit worried it wouldn’t let me do her work because sometimes it asks pretty specific questions.  I t allowed me to!  If I get lucky, we will do it this Saturday when we go to the Manhattan temple. 
Truly amazing!  I could have never come up with that name myself. I had tried to fit the Helmrichs into my line before. I am guessing she really wants her work done!  I am excited to do it!



I forgot to add, last night it was the coldest night of the year so far, going to be about 5 degrees when I go out to teach Institute at the church. 
I was so tempted to just wear pants.  I don’t think it is all that terrible to, but I had asked the Regional Coordinator over Institute and Seminary when I was first called, and he asked me to please wear a dress or skirt.
I rationalized over and over right up until it was time to go, and I finally decided to just be obedient, suck it up, and wear a skirt with boots. 
I wonder if sometimes we get extra blessings when we show exact obedience like  that?
Another PS- I had asked my sister last week if she thought we should consider doing the work for Doris in March.  She said we would have to ask Sam and Vince, even though she was close to  us and is my mom’s sister.  Early this morning, like at 5:30 am, I was unable to sleep from the excitement of the Mary Dippold dream, and was pondering things.  Doris came to mind, and I was kind of wondering if I should write Sam and Vince, and the room all of a sudden got light, seriously!  I then realized my phone just came on and went bright, with  no phone call or message or text at all.  J  A  sign?  A  coincidence? In general I am not one who goes for physical ‘signs’, so I think it is a stretch… but…. Who knows?  What do you think?  

1 comment:

Bret said...

Awesome stories. Thank you for sharing. Did you know that my mission, Brazil Florianopolis, was named after a man named Florian? I had never heard anyone else named this until I read your post.