When I was an academic, I loved the research part of my job. When winter break or summer would roll around, I was always so happy to turn to "my" work, that of researching literature related to my subject, or topics related to the classes I would be teaching. Now that I'm retired, this is one of the things that draws me most to genealogy -- the thrill of the chase, the forming of theories that open up new avenues to travel, the very deep satisfaction when something -- anything -- clicks into place, no matter how small. It's never easy, though, and sometimes you only achieve success by dogged persistence, by plowing through the years and millions of documents, in order to put a coherent story together. So, today I have a story that, while not yet finished, I'd like to begin to tell, although it's so long that I'll break it into two parts. I've mentioned before that my paternal grandfather was one of nine siblings who lived to adulthood, and that his m...
Glad to see you back, Elise--and looking forward to connecting at Jamboree!
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