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Hansine Amalie (1865-1947), a Norwegian woman who later immigrated to Wisconsin with her husband, Hans Jensen. I've found she has multiple surnames, all not making much sense. https://www.familysearch.org/en/tree/person/about/GZQ3-FKL

The first one is Gutsorensen, what her Family Search profile had a couple of sources to say to this was her last name. It's put onto death records of her son, Enard Johnson. https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:KFQ6-F8Q?lang=en

The next is Sathsonson, only found on find a grave. https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/122448196/hansine-johnson

And the last one is various forms of the surname Nilsdatter, with plenty of sources to take Its background with church books, and census's in Norway. https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:68ST-X565?lang=en, https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:68ST-FT33?lang=en (not all sources)

So, for now... she has no surname on her profile, and all of the 3 last names are in the 'alternate names' section until I'm positive on what her actual surname is.

If anyone could give me some help, I would be very thankful.

I just recently came to questioning if I was raped or not. It's not 'Was this rape?' but more of 'Did this actually happen?'. I've been exhibiting a few signs of being raped (nightmares, frequent bed wetting, and hypersexuality) and want to be able to make sure before I go to actually telling those close to me.

For the bedwetting, I'm wondering if It's from putting things up there rather than rape, nightmares could be passed off as just the fear of it- and hypersexuality can just be blamed on my depression.

All of the signs make things unclear, which is why if there's ways to help me remember if I was raped, I'd really like to know.

My grandparents are way too overprotective of me, and It's been taking a toll on me. Just to give you an example or two, I wasn't really allowed to be in our backyard on my own without being watched until I was like... 10. I live on a dead end... inside a dead end... in the suburbs. Our neighbors at the time consisted of a mom with 2 adult children, and an old man who lived on his own.

Another example is that my phone is locked up the best is could possibly be, but It's strict as hell. I can't talk to people outside of my contacts, so if I had to make a quick call to the library, I would have to add them into my contacts before I could even think about calling them. 80% of the apps on my phone are locked behind a screentime that is on 24/7, out of all the apps I have constant access to-- It's 10, and 3 of those consist of IMessages, the phone app, and photos.

My grandma has my location 24/7 and sometimes stalks me when I go out. She doesn't trust me to be home by myself and always has to watch me, there's 3 cameras outside of our house so I can't EVER sneak out- two in the front and one in the back, keep in mind I live on the end of a dead end- my grandparents with one of their cameras has view of the ENTIRE street. They won't let me get a job as simple as dog walking, and God forbid if I ever TRY to do anything against this, the restrictions just get even tighter if that's possible.

I think the real eye-opener is seeing my cousin, a girl who lives in the country on a farm, no cameras, and her mom isn't strict on her because she has trust. My cousin's able to sneak out, go urban exploring, have sleepovers, and be open to her mom on boys and her dating relationships.

Me? Every time I've told my grandma about anything related to dating, she acts like the first thing I'm going to do is start cracking. But I keep being reeled back in because she's rich, she buys me a ton of stuff and has raised me all of my life. As long as I'm still living with her, I'll never get out of this. I'll never have the chance to actually really have fun.

I'm so sick of it, I just want to have freedom. The cage may be of gold, but the cage is still a cage.

My grandparents are way too overprotective of me, and It's been taking a toll on me. Just to give you an example or two, I wasn't really allowed to be in our backyard on my own without being watched until I was like... 10. I live on a dead end... inside a dead end... in the suburbs. Our neighbors at the time consisted of a mom with 2 adult children, and an old man who lived on his own.

Another example is that my phone is locked up the best is could possibly be, but It's strict as hell. I can't talk to people outside of my contacts, so if I had to make a quick call to the library, I would have to add them into my contacts before I could even think about calling them. 80% of the apps on my phone are locked behind a screentime that is on 24/7, out of all the apps I have constant access to-- It's 10, and 3 of those consist of IMessages, the phone app, and photos.

My grandma has my location 24/7 and sometimes stalks me when I go out. She doesn't trust me to be home by myself and always has to watch me, there's 3 cameras outside of our house so I can't EVER sneak out- two in the front and one in the back, keep in mind I live on the end of a dead end- my grandparents with one of their cameras has view of the ENTIRE street. They won't let me get a job as simple as dog walking, and God forbid if I ever TRY to do anything against this, the restrictions just get even tighter if that's possible.

I think the real eye-opener is seeing my cousin, a girl who lives in the country on a farm, no cameras, and her mom isn't strict on her because she has trust. My cousin's able to sneak out, go urban exploring, have sleepovers, and be open to her mom on boys and her dating relationships.

Me? Every time I've told my grandma about anything related to dating, she acts like the first thing I'm going to do is start cracking. But I keep being reeled back in because she's rich, she buys me a ton of stuff and has raised me all of my life. As long as I'm still living with her, I'll never get out of this. I'll never have the chance to actually really have fun.

I'm so sick of it, I just want to have freedom. The cage may be of gold, but the cage is still a cage.

My grandparents are way too overprotective of me, and It's been taking a toll on me. Just to give you an example or two, I wasn't really allowed to be in our backyard on my own without being watched until I was like... 10. I live on a dead end... inside a dead end... in the suburbs. Our neighbors at the time consisted of a mom with 2 adult children, and an old man who lived on his own.

Another example is that my phone is locked up the best is could possibly be, but It's strict as hell. I can't talk to people outside of my contacts, so if I had to make a quick call to the library, I would have to add them into my contacts before I could even think about calling them. 80% of the apps on my phone are locked behind a screentime that is on 24/7, out of all the apps I have constant access to-- It's 10, and 3 of those consist of IMessages, the phone app, and photos.

My grandma has my location 24/7 and sometimes stalks me when I go out. She doesn't trust me to be home by myself and always has to watch me, there's 3 cameras outside of our house so I can't EVER sneak out- two in the front and one in the back, keep in mind I live on the end of a dead end- my grandparents with one of their cameras has view of the ENTIRE street. They won't let me get a job as simple as dog walking, and God forbid if I ever TRY to do anything against this, the restrictions just get even tighter if that's possible.

I think the real eye-opener is seeing my cousin, a girl who lives in the country on a farm, no cameras, and her mom isn't strict on her because she has trust. My cousin's able to sneak out, go urban exploring, have sleepovers, and be open to her mom on boys and her dating relationships.

Me? Every time I've told my grandma about anything related to dating, she acts like the first thing I'm going to do is start cracking. But I keep being reeled back in because she's rich, she buys me a ton of stuff and has raised me all of my life. As long as I'm still living with her, I'll never get out of this. I'll never have the chance to actually really have fun.

I'm so sick of it, I just want to have freedom. The cage may be of gold, but the cage is still a cage.

Does anyone have that clip where he really must have got into something that he did NOT like because he started talking about how he would rather be sat in a chair and fed some nasty chili from butt naked dudes who haven't showered in x amount of years or something with their bare hands.

I'm really hope y'all can find/have it because It's been on my mind for awhile and I also don't want you guys thinking I'm insane 😭

I've been riding Western for close to two years now in November, but I'm still finding myself relying on my instructor to help me throw on the saddle and adjust the pad. I can carry the saddle well on my own, it's just when it comes to lifting, I'm not the gal you go to.

Do I just start lifting weights? Certain exercises that I could dabble into? I don't want to be relying on my instructor every single time to throw the saddle on because I can't lift it.

I was thrifting earlier today and found some old military photos and bought them. One of the only ones that had writing told me the story of a man named Roy Schwirtz, and one of his pictures had ended up there.

I was wondering if there was a subreddit that could help me find the family... or more likely just to share him. He died without kids, but his siblings did carry on that legacy. r/Genealogy doesn't really give me a place to put it.

It just made me a little upset that a man with a confirmed name, confirmed family, was at a thrift. It told me when he died, and the day of the week it was. It's just a stupid picture of him crouching in his military uniform at the beach, but it feels respectful just to tell the family that this picture is in good care if they really did mean to get rid of it.

Theres the obvious places like Goodwill and St. Vincent De Paul, but I'm wondering if any of you guys know some hidden gems. My personal recommendation is De Pere Christian Outreach, but I'd love to expand my rotation for thrift stores.

We all know the Yumeshipper app is bad, stealing templates and uses AI... but what about other fun apps or websites? I have Roblox and Picrew-- along with Pocket Love, but is there anything else that I could use? Preferrably not looking for things I have to pay for.