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?
Silver Linings Deed Book
I've had a bit of extra time on my hands, thanks to my immunocompromised status and a certain pandemic that just won't end. It has been frustrating, and sad, and boring, but the silver lining is always there. This time, it appeared as a rabbit hole that led straight to where the Lilly family landed in Pennsylvania.
This Grand Old Man
With some ancestors, it's easy to find just about anything you'd want to know. Sometimes, though, that still isn't enough, and it's time to branch out to discover more.
Here’s where the story ends…maybe
The end of Eugene Fisher's story remained elusive until I went back to the foundation of it all. And by rebuilding the beginning, I found the ending.
Baugh, Bass, and Beyond 