My father passed away in October. It’s taken me a while to write this. I started this two weeks after he’d passed with the intent to publish it much sooner; it’s just taken me this long to get my thoughts
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever be done researching my great uncle Dale Stewart. Dale’s life has been and continues to be, a source of constant fascination for me. He’s like a puzzle I want to solve. Frequent readers and
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