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.
WWJWD?
Gram Goes to Gretna Green
My grandparents' wedding reception photos weren't your typical favorites. Far from it, actually. In fact, they were hiding a clue to a family mystery.
Hand-Me-Downs
I asked my mom which of her ancestors we could blame for our family's eye issues, but I never expected an answer to that question. Be careful with those free trials, my friends. They could rewrite your family history, too.
25 Days Before the Hurricane
Just 25 days before Hurricane Katrina devastated the city, I would learn a thing or two about the magic of New Orleans cemeteries. #MSConnections
Baugh, Bass, and Beyond 