My father passed away in October. It’s taken me a while to write this. I started this two weeks after he’d passed with the intent to publish it much sooner; it’s just taken me this long to get my thoughts
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
Stabbed While Going to Church
Every once in awhile you find that stories about your ancestors that just makes you go “WOW!” and this one about my great uncle Frederick Grim was just that. It’s a whopper! Frederick Grim was brother to my great-grandmother, Laura
Giving Up His Girl
I never had the opportunity to meet my great-grandmother, Laura Grim. In fact, my father never met his grandmother either; she died twenty-four years before he was even born, after suffering many years with tuberculosis.¹ There isn’t anyone alive in