At least working in the middle of the night is entertaining

Phone rings.  I answer.

Some random guy:  Yeah, I'm wondering if I can pick up a package.

Me (to myself):  Really?  At 2am?  Really?

Me:  Did you call and have a hold put on the package?

RG:  Uhhh... no

Me (to myself):  Oh, goodie!  Here we go.

Me:  Do you have a tracking number for the package?

RG:  Uh.... no

Me:  Was there a delivery attempt made on the package?

RG:  Uh... not that I know of

Me:  Do you know if the package was scheduled to be delivered today?

RG:  Well, I ordered it from amazon the other day.

Me (to myself):  OH, well in THAT case...     *rolling eyes*

Me:  Ok... what's your name and address?

RG:  Jake, 123 Main St, Any Town

*looking up the address in dispatch, logging into every program under the sun to find it*

Me:  Ok, yes, there is a package scheduled for delivery but it's being sorted in Oak Creek right now.  I can put a hold in for it and you can pick it up at 9:30 this morning after we unload it.

Jake:  Oh, so I can't get it any earlier?

Me:  Well, it's not even here yet, and when it does get here there are thousands of packages in each trailer so it will take a bit for us to get to it.  Our sort doesn't start until 5am.

Jake:  Oh, well, it's golf balls and I was hoping to go golfing at 6 this morning.

Me (to myself):  Did they suddenly stop selling golf balls at stores around here any nobody told me?

Me:  Sorry, there's really nothing I can do to get them to you by the time you go golfing.

Jake:  Ok, I guess you can just deliver them.

Me (to myself):  Oh, good, cuz that's what we do here.  *rolling eyes*

Me: Sorry I couldn't help you out.

Family History

Well, as you can see, my camera has returned.

It had quite the trip, and my Dad is thoroughly in love with it.

As I mentioned, my parents got very lucky and were able to find the grave of one of our ancestors during their short stay in Boston. 

My ancestor, Jacob Eliott came to America and joined Governor Winthrop's colony in about 1631 (perhaps even as early as 1628) aboard the ship "Lion".  Jacob was the brother of John Eliott, the famed Apostle to the Indians.  Jacob's son, who was also named Jacob, was a yeoman and became deacon of South Church in Boston.  Upon Deacon Eliott's death, Samuel Sewell, (a judge of the Salem witch trials who later expressed his deep regret for the injustices of the witch trial hysteria) called Deacon Jacob Eliott one of his dearest friends and one of the most serviceable men in Boston. 

My parents found Deacon Jacob Eliott's grave in the Granary Burying Ground surrounded by his wife and children.  He lies just a few headstones away from Paul Revere.

 

Reverend George Elliott's and Deacon Joseph Elliott's Baptist Church in Ames, New York was the church that Jesse Benjamin, one of my most interesting ancestors, attended.  I hope you will stop by my Mom's blog to read about him and see a copy of the certificated he got when he was honored with the Badge of Merit by His Excellency, George Washington, Esq, General and Commander in Chief of the Forces of the United States of America.

Happy Independence Day tomorrow!!