The hardest part of telling the stories of dead people is that it requires a living person to do it. But sometimes life gets in the way, and that is what is going on with me right now. In fact, I had a plan way back in November, and I was well on the way to… Continue reading Life Gets in the Way
I had already published my first Cousin Connection when I met Diedre MacLean, I just didn't know it yet. Diedre contacted me using Stories From the Past's Tell Your Story form after she discovered several name matches from the same cemetery where Kathy, wife of my cousin Chuck, had discovered a connection to me. It was Diedre's WordPress… Continue reading Cousin Connection #4: Evidence from the Grave
Stories From the Past is proud to present The Cousin Connection Project. I grew up without cousins. Well, I did have cousins. I knew I had cousins. I had even met three of them. But I didn't know them well, and I didn't even live in the same state as any of them. I was… Continue reading Are You My Cousin?
Four months ago, I began making plans to revive this blog. I began reorganizing my schedule, but just one week later, my plans were thwarted by the news that we were moving back across the country for my husband's job. He had about two weeks' notice, which meant he had to fly out and get started… Continue reading Places to Go and People to See
If you're lucky, your family has never immigrated. It happens. But since the discovery of the Americas, people have been migrating with increasing frequency. No matter where you live, if you are anything other than indigenous, you can be sure you will find immigrants in your past. People marry outside their traditional cultural and social sets… Continue reading Know Your Groups
A curious thing about my ancestors--they're all dead. It's the one thing they have in common. When they die, they get buried. At least back in the day, that's what they did. Today, cremation is a definite possibility, and it's getting more common. Especially in Europe where they are running out of room for all… Continue reading Death-It runs in the family
My mom is a first generation American. This means that she and her siblings are the first in the family to be born in the United States. My Grandfather on my dad's side is also first generation American. Mom is half German and half Austro-Hungarian Jew, and Grandpa on Dad's side is 100% Polish. Grandpa… Continue reading Colonel Wyckoff’s Lost Tombstone