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
Aside from the lovely church & cemetery at Archers Ridge that I posted a picture of yesterday, I also went further down the road a bit to Devoll Cemetery, also in Noble County, in search of my DAR patriot, John
I was officially inducted on Tuesday night into the Quassaick Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution. My excitement is only dampened by the fact my eyes are closed in the picture and it was much, much too hot
While researching my great-grandfather Jesse Archer, I found the 1870 Federal Census and got a bit of a giggle at his occupation that was listed as “loafer”. I mean, I’ve read about several silly occupations on the censuses but I’d
It would seem that what I initially thought could have been semi-scandalous and involved star-crossed lovers running away together, was probably more likely that her father was at his sister’s deathbed and sent the brother Jacob in his stead to sign her marriage application.