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
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
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.
One of the more outrageous family stories I share with my genealogy students is the double suicide of my 3rd great-grandparents, the Eccards, in 1915. I had used their tragic deaths as a way to illustrate how to be prepared