Before You Remember
Many years ago, my mother casually mentioned “There was a funeral home before the one you remember.” And with those words, the quest began. The One I Remember I was just a toddler when...
Many years ago, my mother casually mentioned “There was a funeral home before the one you remember.” And with those words, the quest began. The One I Remember I was just a toddler when...
After my mother died, my sisters and I were working together, sorting the things in her house, deciding what to do with each item, reminiscing as we worked. While working in her attic, I...
The reasons we become involved with family history vary. I have genealogist friends who search tirelessly for that last elusive proof in a family’s lineage – whether it is for their family or for someone else. I have history-buff friends …