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.
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