Finding the facts behind the legends!
John B. Williamson was the most stubborn brick wall in my paternal line, but that wall came crashing down thanks to new technology and a revised research plan. It turned out that I'd been taking the right steps all along. I'd just stopped on the wrong floor along the way.
John B. Williamson wasn't the type to wait around and hope. On a cold winter night in 1870, he helped, and he paid with his life. And had it not been for a single spelling alteration, I might never have found him at all.
They're not memorials, they're human beings. And more importantly, they're my parents. This week, a grave collector from Find a Grave forgot that.
There are so many stories to tell about my amazing mother, and someday, I intend to tell those stories to honor her memory. Today, though, I just don't have the words.
Baugh, Bass, and Beyond 