I am used to dealing with the “two men, same name, same area” issues with my NSDAR applicants but I hadn’t come across it within my own family until the other day. It’s not a particularly “fun” problem to run
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.
I find myself a wee bit nostalgic today. My hometown of Ashville, Ohio has held a large Fourth of July celebration since 1929 and I’ve been watching many classmates, family, and friends post pictures of the parades and the famous
I don’t know what makes me return to certain relatives time and again even when I think their stories are “done.” My 2nd great uncle Dale Stewart’s story was pretty cut and dry, I thought. I’ve written about discovering his
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