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"I'm Sorry, what?"

You never know what you'll find when you start a deep dive into an ancestor's history.

A Different Sort of Christmas Miracle

Christmas morning was an emotional mine field for me when I was a kid and yet it also held within it a miracle. Dad was one of those...

Legacy

This is a photograph of my son, Meacham, as he approaches the Dury Mill Cemetery, in Pas de Calais, France where his namesake, my...

Genealogy, not just for old farts anymore

It is safe to say that my interest in family history research was borne of boredom. I was working a desk job at a company that was on its...

Belonging

I was 16 when my dad first tried to introduce me to genealogy. I couldn't have been less interested. What did I care about some old farts...

Who Am I?

I don’t remember being told my dad was adopted; it seems like I just always knew but it was never talked about. Now, when I think of the...

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