Not everyone is lucky enough to know their great grandparents. Bit if you are one of the lucky ones, tap into the treasure trove of family history only they can share. Our great grandparents lived in a different era and faced unique challenges but nonetheless left an indelible mark on our lives and the world…
Fred Randolph Hartley was the only son out of 5 to stay out west. Not much was known about him until I revisited the guest book and cards from my grandfather’s funeral. And there it was, Fred and his wife “Babe” had sent flowers for his brother’s funeral.
An old quilt solves the mystery of who was the family of my great grandfather John Wareham Morgan? I can confirm his sister, and his parents. More to come!
Cherokee heritage is disproven by locating the 1893 Intruder census and a rejected Dawe’s Roll application in 1896.
Union Chapel Methodist Church has been my families church on my father’s side since my Grandmother Esther was officially received alongside my Robert Paul with a Profession of Faith on April 17, 1949. On a warm June day, I sat with the kindest woman, Miss Katie, the membership director as she pulled out old membership…
You know the historic lighthouse in Havre de Grace? Well, check this out. My great grandfather, John Wareham Morgan took awhile to reveal himself. But when he finally did, he did! One way of tracking our ancestors down is by working backwards so I started with his death certificate. With that in hand we went…
We are just a tiny leaf on a family tree full of survivors, warriors, rebels, mothers, fathers, soldiers, farmers… They all have stories to tell, experiences to share, hopes, fears, discoveries, adventures. I am here to find them, tell them and honor all those that came before us. Cousins, cousins everywhere… this is for you!