Cousin Cap didn't die in the San Francisco Earthquake, contrary to family legend. I had already disproven that, but I still wondered about him. Was he hiding a few more secrets? He absolutely was.
John Williamson wasn't the type to wait around and hope. On a cold winter night in 1870, he took action and 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.
Faced with tough choices as the Civil War raged just outside his front door, Everett Baugh persevered...and he stayed. But why? Why, indeed.
I've had a bit of extra time on my hands, thanks to my immunocompromised status and a certain pandemic that just won't end. It has been frustrating, and sad, and boring, but the silver lining is always there. This time, it appeared as a rabbit hole that led straight to where the Lilly family landed in Pennsylvania.