It was a year ago that I started blogging. I hoped to share the stories I’ve discovered in researching my own family and the families of friends and clients. I was afraid I’d run out of stories, but that hasn’t happened! I'm thankful for the stories I've discovered and the people I've met (both dead and alive). Here are ten of my favorite stories from Year One:
For the Love of Norman – This was my very first post. It was about the brief time I was privileged to know my father-in-law, and our quest to learn more about his past.
A Young Man With a Past – This is the story of a young man my husband worked with, whose genealogy turned up an amazing heritage that neither of us expected.
Genealogy and Alzheimer’s – The story of a discovery I made with the help of a client, whose mother-in-law has dementia but really enjoyed learning about her ancestry.
Anna Peterson Genoways: Love Found Late – This is a love story about one of my grandmother’s sisters, and it has a bittersweet ending.
Double Wedding Ring – This love story from my sister-in-law’s family, about a woman named Rhoda Wyatt who lived in the 1800s, had a much happier ending.
Lutefisk: Scourge of the Scandinavians – My feelings about a Swedish tradition from my childhood that I could easily have lived without.
George Wendell Phillips: Gone Without a Trace – This is a mystery from a client’s family history that, with the help of my readers, I was able to solve.
What Ever Happened to Agnes Goldberger? – This is a mystery that I still haven’t been able to solve. It concerns a foster child raised alongside my mother who left their family when she was about sixteen and was never heard from again.
“La Corriveau” – I do love the black sheep stories! This one is about one of the most infamous murderers in Canadian history—who also happens to be my husband’s second cousin, six times removed.
A Murder in Chicago – One more black sheep story for good measure. This one tells the story of a love triangle in my sister-in-law Susie’s family that ended with her great-great-aunt being murdered.
And so Year Two begins.