Life has a funny way of putting you where you *need* to be versus where you necessarily *want* to be. When we moved to New York from Ohio, my genealogy had not expanded far past the Ohio/Kentucky borders. It had
In my excitement, I forgot to share this a few weeks back. During the NYS Family History Conference in September (which was virtual), I was featured in a segment called “New York Stories Live!” which asked people “What’s Your New
Ann Terwilliger’s body was reported to be “lost or destroyed,” leaving her descendants to wonder what happened to her remains. With some a tiny news snipped, light research, and a dive into church cemetery records, Ann is not lost any longer. That is one of the best parts of my job – reconnecting families with missing pieces.
When I first started documenting my Stewart grandparents, I didn’t realize how much of their story would occupy a space in my brain. Some people might have found a murder/suicide in their family, noted its tragedy, and moved on but
I have said it before that my genealogical journey has always been quite serendipitous in nature. Good things and wonderful people have just seemed to cross my path time and again. With it, though, comes a great amount of weird