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.


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.

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