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.

52 and You

1 year + 52 Ancestors = 88,222 words written. But I still haven't answered that final question. What DO I want future generations to know about me?

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