One hundred and three years ago today, my husband’s paternal grandmother was born. In wanting to write a tribute to her on her birthday, however, I realize that what I know about Ruth, in the genealogical sense, is very little.
Remember that old commercial for Certs? Two. Two. Two mints in one. (You youngsters can watch it here.) Well, that’s sort of what happened to Dutch (Harold Seba Taylor, Sr) when it came to cousins. It went something like this…Read More »
I was digging around the internet for ancestry records when I found these: prisoner of war records for Kevin’s maternal grandfather, John Frederick Flatau, a.k.a. Opa. You might notice they are all in French. Google Translate and I have become friends. Really good friends! And what Google couldn’t translate, I turned over to international friends […]
Noah fidgeted with the rope draped around his shoulder. No one had told him how heavy the drum would feel after hours of marching in the afternoon sun. To make matters worse, Andrew’s uniform chafed. This morning, he’d felt lucky to take his place when they’d learned his friend was ill, even though Ma wept […]