She couldn’t have fathomed that one hundred fifteen years later, her second great-granddaughter would be on the verge of tears and in utter awe of the connection to something as simple as her signature.
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
The Stewarts have been chock full of roadblocks in what feels like forever. They are the bane of my genealogy work. Recently, I was able to finally break through one of my Stewart family brick walls and discovered the ending to my 4th great aunt’s story.
On the back of my great-uncle Dale’s World War II draft card was a complete hidden gem that I had completely overlooked. I had assumed it was just a plain old WW2 draft card where the goodies are all on
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