Sometimes there are moments that really help solidify who you are, where you’re supposed to be and what you should be doing with your life. Since moving to New York, I’ve had more of these types of serendipitous moments than ever before and most of those have had to do with genealogy (as in my Woodhull posts) and historical research. Through those two avenues, I seem to have found the most wonderful, kindred souls right at the exact times I needed them and some even in the strangest, most random of circumstances. No matter how odd, weird or inconsequential it may have seemed at the time, everything has since fallen into place like it was “meant to be.”
For this story, let me give a bit of backstory. My DAR patriot was John Wickham and at one point, he was at Fort Montgomery. On this past 4th of July, I decided after living in New York for 6 years, I’d like to go see the fort and learn more about where he had been stationed. That, and they were letting off the cannon!