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.
Gram Goes to Gretna Green
My grandparents' wedding photos weren't your typical portraits. In fact, they were hiding a clue to a family mystery.
I asked my mom which of her ancestors we could blame for our family's eye issues but never expected an answer to that question. Be careful with those free trials, my friends. They could rewrite YOUR family history, too.
Portraits and Presumptions
Every brick wall has a name, and the most beautiful one in my family is named Anne Kennedy.
That time when Morris Rowe didn’t die of dysentery
My great-great-grandfather lived a life that rivaled a western novel, and it was all 100% true...wasn't it? Thanks to the journal of John Wood, I can finally answer that question.