WWJWD?

John B. Williamson wasn't the type to wait around and hope. On a cold winter night in 1870, he took action, 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.

Silver Linings Deed Book

I've had a bit of extra time on my hands, thanks to my immunocompromised status and an unending pandemic. It has been frustrating, sad, and boring, but the silver lining is always there. This time, it appeared as a rabbit hole that led straight to where the Lillys landed in Pennsylvania.

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