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
My Kentucky Conundrum
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
The Scourge of Bad, Dirty Trees
I’m going to channel my inner Sophia Petrillo here for a moment. Picture this: you’re researching your family tree on one of the “big name” sites. You don’t know much about your family to begin with so you can’t really
My Loafer Follow-Up
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
Finding the Leist Girls
This week I discovered what happened to the Leist girls following the death of their mother in 1916.