This is my first post in almost 10 months. I haven’t been writing at all or really working on my own genealogy this past year; my last post was about my father’s death and I’d been struggling for some time
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
I was happily informed the other day by my dear friend Sue that one of my blog articles was used as a citation in a recent Crossroads article. The article was Reconstructing a Life from Biographical Fragments: Oliver Dresser, Who
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 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