Rootstech

Attend RootsTech 2021 for Free

RootsTech this year is all online and it is free. It is scheduled for February 25th-27th and you can sign-up at Rootstech.org or FamilySearch.org.

What is RootsTech?

Rootstech is an annual convention for Family History enthusiasts. It features classes and speakers who address all levels of experience. Most major vendors of family history products and services are there — Ancestry, My Heritage, Find My Past, etc. Of course there are vendor showcases and all kinds of products for sale.

I have been fortunate to attend RootsTech every year for the past decade. I find it a very refreshing break from the rest of my year as a time to solely focus on my family history and new ways to find it.

At Rootstech I’ve connected with family I have not known or met before and have learned so many things over the years about how to research and discover.

If there is one good thing to come out of the pandemic its the fact that Rootstech is free. Usually I spend about $200 each year to attend the event, plus whatever hotels, meals and other incidentals may come up. I’ve never considered this much of a burden because I’ve been able to gain so much from going. But it is nice to think that this year I can take it all in from home, which is bound to be more comfortable than convention center chairs and miles on foot going from class to class.

One of the unexpected pleasures of Rootstech is the motivation you receive from attending. There is an energy to this event to be enjoyed as you hear speakers share their family stories. I’ve seen quite a few famous speakers at these events but despite their notoriety they usually reveal themselves for human beings as they share their family stories.

The spirit of this event makes it very different than just about any convention or trade show you can attend. I highly recommend you take in at least a sample of Rootstech this year since it is free and comes to you in the comfort of your own home.

Attending Roots Tech 2016

It has been announced that registration for Roots Tech 2016 opens in about a month, on September 15, 2015. Roots Tech will be held Wednesday, February 3rd through Saturday, February 6, 2016. We want to encourage as many family members as possible to register and attend as their resources and time allows.

Roots Tech is the world’s largest Family History conference. Every major vendor and resource in Genealogical and Family History research is represented at the conference and there are dozens of classes on all kinds of topics related to family history research.

If enough interest exists we would like to sponsor a family gathering in advance of Roots Tech to discuss family history opportunities and strategies for getting the most out of Roots Tech. We would propose a gathering either on the weekend before Roots Tech or on the evening of Wednesday, February 3rd, the first day of Roots Tech.

We would really like to encourage those with teenagers to especially prepare for Family Discovery Day at Roots Tech, which is a free all-day event on Saturday, February 6th. There are speakers from Church leadership, usually a youth challenge related to family history and temple work, and plenty of learning activities for getting our kids involved in Family History. We think it might be awesome as well just to get as many of our young cousins together as we can.

The world of Family History is changing fast. We understand how daunting it is to just even start. We are willing to help any interested family member learn enough before Roots Tech to make attending this event in Salt Lake City worth their time and energy. Please contact us if you would like help or more information. The more we add and involve other family members the more fun and productive this work is.

Funeral and Obituary Information for Susanne C. Westover

Our devoted wife, exceptional mother, incredible grandmother and family historian extraordinaire died in the early morning hours of Easter Sunday, April 5th, 2015. Born Susanne Catherine Begich on January 11, 1943 – her father’s birthday – in Mt. Kisco, New York, she was simply Cathi, Mom or Nana to all who knew and loved her.

With her father deploying overseas during World War II from his station in California, Mom and her mother traveled by train when she was 6 months old with hopes of saying goodbye. But an unfortunate twist of fate had them arrive too late for their goodbye – never to see her father again. Alone with her young child in a state far away from any life she had known, our grandmother raised Mom with the help of her new husband, Pascal H. Caldwell – both nursing their heartache and war wounds with an addiction to alcohol. Mom’s childhood was difficult and trying. She rarely spoke about it.

It was in California while in high school that she discovered her love of journalism, honed her skills as a graphic artist with dreams of one day working as an artist for Walt Disney. It was in high school where she met our Dad, Kyle Westover whose strong family ties attracted mom for although her childhood was problematic to say the least, she had developed a strong, deep, long-abiding love for family.

Dad never knew what exactly Mom saw in him. And we have to admit, we’re not quite sure either because Mom was HOT and well…he was NOT! She had her pick of all the jocks, was the class valedictorian and yet, she got together with the gangly, nerdy kid who shared her passion for journalism, sang in the barber shop quartet and was president of the Pat Boone Fan Club. She has said that at first that she could not stand the sight of him. Fortunately, he was able to quickly change her mind. He introduced her to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and she was soon baptized. They were married on August 9, 1960- eloping at the young and tender age of 17. Upon arriving in Carson City, Nevada (as Las Vegas was just too “tacky”), they had to call her stepfather to come in person from California to give his consent since they were both underage. Our brother Jay arrived shortly after and along with their puppy Tinka, they started to build their family. Mom and Dad were later sealed in the Los Angeles temple on August 23, 1961. Through out their 55 years of marriage and the trials they shared, she was always passionate about her husband and also (in no particular order)- ice cream, fishing (especially, if she had a fish on the line), keeping the living room clean at all times in case she had visitors, ensuring the vacuum lines were straight and even, family history and her family.

Mom and Dad established their home in a little white house on Crawford Street in Concord, California and soon they had added Debbie, Jeff and David to their growing family. As Dad was finishing his schooling at UC Berkeley, we lost our own Nana, Mom’s Mother. The loss was devastating and it would be a burden our young mother would carry for the rest of her life.

After graduation, Dad & Mom moved their family to the Central Valley in what they called their “Camelot” in Lodi, California. There, the kids would be able to ride their bikes all over town without care, they could feed the ducks at the local park and they would routinely feast at their favorite eating establishments – Pizza Garden, Howard’s Delicatessen and Cottage Bakery – all places that never had an equal and to this day are regarded fondly by every member of the family.

Despite a doctor’s grim prediction that her child bearing days were over after an earlier life-endangering miscarriage, they welcomed their last child, Kristine at Christmas time 1971.

With their family complete, Mom & Dad began work together in the small upstairs office of the Lodi house on what would later become the training department for Longs Drug Stores. When it became apparent that the fruits of their labors were succeeding, they were on the move again – this time back to Concord, California to be closer to family and the general offices of Dad’s new job as the director of Training for Longs Drug. This time they decided to build their home from the ground up. Mom designed every part of the house – to the open layout downstairs, to the redwood chevron styled walls and the strategically placed “Mt. Diablo Window” by the stairs. With the help of Uncle Darrell Westover’s skilled hands in construction, Mom’s dream home was realized, built with the sweat of their brow, surrounded by her beloved rose bushes and where each of their children would round out their own childhoods.

With many of the kids grown & starting to leave home, Mom & Dad, along with their “caboose child” as Mom liked to call her started their very early daily grind in the Longs Drug general offices in Walnut Creek, California – Dad working the ins and outs of training with Mom at his side illustrating each training program with the powerful strokes of her very capable fingers and creative mind.

In the mid-1980s Mom would leave Longs and seek some independence with a short career as a front office manager for a local veterinary but it was with the birth of her grandson Matthew that she found her true calling as Nana. Already a grandmother to Darcy, Amy, Katy, Aubree, Nikki, Jessie and Ashley, Mom relished her role as Nana even if it was from afar. But with his mother returning to school and with the demands of being a single-mom weighing heavily on her mind, Debbie sought out Mom for help in caring for her son. Mom quit her job at the veterinary to care for Matt full-time. Mom had learned much during her tenure as mother that it paid off big dividends for her grandchildren who benefited from her years of experience. Being Nana was the reward for having survived her own little devils. Matt was the first benefactor of her love and guidance. And given her own little wicked sense of humor, she was his first influence in the art of sarcasm and wit.

Mom would build on to her repertoire as Nana with the additions of Abby, Enoch, Allie, Maggie, Madelyn and Emma. And in 1999, she would move to Utah to be closer to her grandchildren. Layton, Draper, Lehi and finally Pleasant Grove were places that Mom called home these past 16 years.

When Michaela, her granddaughter, came along in 2002, she was once again putting on her Super Nana Cape. With both of Michaela’s parents working and knowing that there was no daycare in existence that could provide their daughter the kind of influence that Nana could give her, Mom was once again working the bottle, changing the diapers and singing all the nursery rhymes with her own unique lyrics that only Nana could sing. Nana became an expert in all things Dora the Explorer and Franklin the Turtle. She was once again flexing her artistic fingers drawing Mickey Mouse, cutting out bats and ghosts for Halloween and snowflakes at Christmas – even though arthritis had set in and it was painful. It didn’t matter because Nana was doing what she did best. She was being A MOTHER.

When her son-in-law unexpectedly passed away in 2008, as they quietly drove away from her daughter’s home, Michaela’s small voice came from the backseat asking if her father was dead. True to “Nana Form” and never one to accept untruth and patronizing, Mom told Michaela that indeed her father was gone. A young orphan herself, Mom felt particularly protective of this young granddaughter knowing that the memories of her father would turn to foggy dreams at best. Keeping her father alive and fresh in her mind was something she took to heart and she approached this tender time with an experienced finesse that only she could be capable of.

Mom was forthright. When asked to describe their Nana in a word, Mom’s grandchildren say that she was caring, tough, vivacious, enduring, artsy, amazing, spunky, faithful and a sassy-pants. So true! Mom was all of those things and more.

She would tell her opinion of them- straight, honest and true. She could always be counted on to give them the unconditional love that only a Nana can give. At church, she had the uncanny ability to take any lesson or sermon and tie it back to family history… seriously any topic.

Despite the burden of new health concerns and surviving a stroke in 2010, Mom stoically faced what would become her most arduous trial yet – an active and vigorous spirit coupled with a body that was failing her. It was frustrating, exhausting and difficult to face. But she did so because her drive to stay with her family was strong. Enduring diabetes, liver & kidney failure, countless doctor visits, hospital stays and stints in rehab, Mom defied the odds and strongly and enthusiastically gave the proverbial middle finger to her health woes. This indelible spirit would serve her well these next 5 years until when at the close of 2014 she had decided she had enough of the doctors and hospitals.

Mom retreated to her home in Pleasant Grove with the company of her dog, Chewie and her loving and devoted husband – our father who dedicated every minute of his daily routine to her care. With meticulous notes and a tenacious effort, Dad tended to Mom’s every need much to her chagrin as time grew short. His only goal was to give her comfort, boost her spirits and keep her strength up for the daily visits with her son David, his wife Wendy and their children whom she had only in recent years gotten to know. Tasia, Porter, Amelia and Carson were new reminders of her very important role as Nana. Although unable to draw for them the pictures she had shared with her other grandchildren or sing for them her very uniquely Nana songs, she taught them the true meaning of enduring to the end – perhaps the most important lesson of all – that despite the trials and heartache one experiences in life, you approach them with bravery, you stick your chin out in defiance and you love deeply. Mom/Nana was teaching all of us to the very bitter end.

Mom died very much like how she lived – marching to the beat of her own drum, demanding that she’d go when she was darn well ready and that she wouldn’t go without every one of her loved ones knowing how much she loved them – for these were her last words – her final testament as our Mother. “I love you,” she repeated in a whispered voice, too weak to open her eyes. Yes, Mom. We know. We thank you for this final gift. What a wonderful Mother you are. What a teacher you have been. Mom, whether it was a cold glass of water to the face when we sassed you, cornflakes in our bed when we demanded our breakfast, tying us together until we got along, making us walk around the house naked because we refused to clean up our dirty clothes or the colorful metaphors that came from your mouth when you encountered annoying drivers – your influence will be felt for generations to come. You were a force to be reckoned with here and we hope Heaven was ready for you. Oh how we would have loved to be celestial flies on the wall when you got there!

Mom is survived by her husband, our father, Kyle Jay Westover Sr., children Kyle Jay Westover Jr. (Mary), Deborah Westover, Jeffery Westover (Sandy), David Westover (Wendy), Kristine (Westover) Fluck, 19 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren (with 1 more on the way), in addition to two “adopted” daughters Andrea Castiglione Waters (Mitch), Audra Castiglione Walburn (Ron) and cousins located in Pennsylvania, Minnesota, New York and Colorado. She is preceded in death by her parents, Carl P. Begich (Father), Winifred Caldwell (Mother), Pascal H. Caldwell (Step-Father), Elizabeth Sorensen (Great-Granddaughter), Michael Fluck (Son-in-Law) and her “babies” – dogs Tinka, Snuffles, Jenny, Molly and Mandy.

The family wishes to extend their sincere gratitude to the staff at First Choice Home Health and Hospice. Britney, Colette, MaKayla B., Mckayla F., Emily and Spencer, thank you for the love and devotion you gave to our mother. Our lives have been enriched by your selfless care and we look upon you as family.

We invite family and friends to join us in celebrating Mom’s life. Visitation will be at Larkin Sunset Gardens, Friday, April 10th from 6pm-8pm and Saturday, April 11th from 9:30am to 10:30am (memorial services begin at 11am) at the South Mountain 3rd Ward Chapel, 272 Traverse Ridge Rd in Draper, Utah. Interment will immediately follow at Larkin Sunset Gardens, 1950 E 10600 S in Sandy, Utah.

This obituary was written by daughters Deborah L. Westover and Kristine Westover Fluck.

Come Take a Family History Journey

A few of us are organizing a Westover family history journey to New England tentatively scheduled for the last two weeks of September 2016.

Our hopes are to explore the family history sites in Windsor/Simsbury,Connecticut and Sheffield, Massachusetts as well as other New England sites of relevance and importance in family and Church history, including a stop in Palmyra, New York.

Think of it — could we find the birthplace of Jonas Jr on September 20th, 2016 — the 352nd birthday of that beloved ancestor, the first of our grandfathers born in America? Wouldn’t it be neat to meet at the hill Cumorah on September 23rd?

This beautiful time of year should be ideal for exploring. If enough folks can make a commitment to go we may organize a family gathering in one of these special places.

My personal goals for such a trip would be many. I would love to track down cemeteries. It would be great to access local libraries and records. There could possibly be more pictures than my memory cards can store. I am greatly motivated at the prospect of such a trip.

Please contact us if you would be interested in participating in the journey and helping us to develop an itinerary. We do plan to drive New England, whether that means flying to somewhere central and renting vehicles or merely taking off from where we are.

But at this stage we’re merely starting to gather ideas and dates. Join us!

Tell Us Your Memories of Mom and Grandma

Ready to write some family history with us? Please participate in our effort to collect favorite stories, memories and histories of Moms and Grandmas.

Between now and the week of Mother’s day 2015 we will be working on submissions of stories from family members about their Moms and Grandmas. Then, during the week of Mother’s Day, we will publish what is shared here on the website. If we can get enough people to participate we think we will have added a wonderful new section to our family history archive here online.

We have very few rules for this: your story does not have to be long — it just has to come from you. It doesn’t have to be of your Mom…in can be a memory of a favorite grandmother or maybe a mother-like figure in your life. It can be a mother-in-law. Your mom or grandma doesn’t even have to be a Westover. Just tell us about someone special in your life who fills that mother role for you in some way.

It can be long or short. It can be funny. It can be sad. It can be anything you like, really. Just share it with us. Inspire us with the lessons you’ve learned, the laughs you have shared and the memories you hold dear.

You can even upload an image to share with your story. We’ll just collect it all and publish them just as they are written in a special section here on Westover Family History.

We encourage you to make this a family activity with your children. Everyone has a Mom! We want to hear from young and old alike from family members everywhere. The more who participate the more folks will benefit and be inspired.

Because it is possible that these stories may include living individuals we have chosen to publish these stories and make them available on to logged in registered users.

This is a great Sunday-afternoon activity. Please take the time to share a little something about your Mom or Grandma.

(That picture up at the top — that’s my Mom with her mother around 1965 — rockin’ the sunglasses).