Growing up, we would make semi-annual trips to visit my paternal grandma. As we grew up, our three-week summer vacations turned into long weekends and Christmases always had a slightly different grouping of relatives. But among the things that changed, a few stayed the same, including the way my dad and his mom, siblings, and … Continue reading The Embodiment of Love
Sometimes the best surprises are right where you thought you already looked. For instance, I have looked through the boxes of family picture from my paternal family several times, but every time, I seem to find something new. Recently, this photo brought me a little surprise. When my dad was young, his family lived in … Continue reading A Beautiful Place
Creating connections with my ancestors as I research their lives is just one of the many reasons I love genealogy. As I find information and stories about them, I put together a picture of who they were. I wonder if we all got together in a group, how would that interaction go. But research usually … Continue reading Of Traitors and Patriots
I have been entrenched in Irish family history. My husband and I are visiting the Emerald Island this Spring and are carefully climbing every Irish branch of our family tree. My branches are concentrated in the north and in the south. The farmers, a rebel, and women of great courage came from two northern counties, Antrim and … Continue reading Luck of the Irish
As I research my ancestors and their families, I find myself sometimes wondering, if I knew the person in life, "what would I think of them? Would we like one another?" I like to think that for the most part we would, especially when I can pull together a pretty good picture of someone from … Continue reading Good Man, Kind Friend, and True Christian
December marks the anniversary of the death of both my paternal grandparents: this week brought the 11th year since my grandmother's passing and next week brings the 34th year since my grandfather's passing. I don't have any memories of my grandfather, but I knew my grandmother pretty well and sometimes her absence pains my heart. … Continue reading Grandma Wasn’t at Antietam
Mary and Martha Eve are two of my 4th great-grandmothers. They were sisters, daughters of Oswell Eve and Aphra Anne Pritchard, and Mary's son, Anderson, married Martha's daughter, Elizabeth. I'm writing about them this week because they both had vital events that happened in November. The prompt for 52 Ancestors this week is Next To Last … Continue reading November is Next To Last
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