Granted, I am a bit touched in the head to have taken up genealogy in the first place… and I certainly admit to imbibing on occasion. But then, I think a line should be drawn before drinkin’ and patenting… Without doubt on such a solemn and auspicious occasion as transacting for property, one should be sober. I’m talking about the one writing the damn patent, not the poor sucker paying for it… he could be falling down drunk for all I care…its like waking up the next day with a tattoo but only bigger.
Having my services being engaged by a lovely and gracious commenter to resolve a problem finding a patent… I found it, but have concluded the scribe had to have been drinkin’ whilst patenting. That is the only explanation.
As Exihit A, I offer the non offensive conveyance of property by deed from one schlub to another or two…
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Exhibit B, the offensive patent…
Rarely, if ever, until now, have I felt the need to drag out a bona fide “25 dollar word”… this is not for the faint of heart who are impressed with ‘run of the mill’ 10 dollar words…no.
The simple deed of Mr Howell, sold to the unsuspecting Mr. Long in 1749 has yes indeed! Transmogrified! into a full blown Patent in 1768. And! beyond all my comprehension, somehow has by magic, presumably, grown by 17 acres completely out of thin air. What was a 610 acre deal became 627 acres. Shazam!
The problem for me, 258 years later, is to ponder, unravel and make sense of this drunk’s bullshit patent. These 3 patents were in different places…
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