Remember Laura Ingalls Wilder’s first novel, Little House in the Big Woods?  I have a similar tale to tell. The pioneer tale of my father’s father’s father’s father’s mother’s father.  Or more succinctly… My 4th-Great-Grandfather, Elisha Marvel.
Most of my family trees (I’m at 24 trees and counting) include a lot of travel. The family ancestor arrives in America, then moves three or four times, then his subsequent family moves, then another generation moves, and eventually, there are family members scattered from coast to coast across the U.S.
Not so when talking about my eldest son’s paternal lineage. That story starts and stays in Texas.
Daniel blew hot breath against his hands, watching it fog into the frigid night. He’d counted on a nice warm bed; instead, he shivered beneath the blanket of boughs he’d scavenged from the banks of the Wabash, wondering even now how he’d fared so poorly on today’s ride. He’d ponied horses many times between the […]