When teaching genealogy classes, I am always quick to point out to my students that when you look at your tree, you should marvel at what it took to get you here today. My example is John Wickham, my 7th
And then things change…
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
Hidden in Plain Sight
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
The Fighting Stewarts
When I first started documenting my Stewart grandparents, I didn’t realize how much of their story would occupy a space in my brain. Some people might have found a murder/suicide in their family, noted its tragedy, and moved on but
Dale Stewart’s 1930 Arrest
I don’t know what makes me return to certain relatives time and again even when I think their stories are “done.” My 2nd great uncle Dale Stewart’s story was pretty cut and dry, I thought. I’ve written about discovering his