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 had to go home to Ohio this past week to see my father who is dying from Stage 4 cancer – that is a post for another day. We stayed in Zanesville near my daughter’s house so when my
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.
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