Don't Bark Up The Wrong Tree
Sixteen months ago, I wrote Did My Family Not Hug Because of the Spanish Flu? I remember at the time I was telling people my theory, and they scoffed at me. But now, all these months later and dealing with all the things we’ve had to deal with during the Covid pandemic, I’m not so sure I was wrong. Continue Reading →
July 31st is Food Day Canada, and I’m thinking about how I might celebrate.
mom was going to have a get-together, he could have invited twenty people off the road because there was always too much food.
MyHeritage launched it’s new photo repair tool and I think it helps tell the story even better. Continue Reading →
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but I got my dad to create some recordings of his stories several years ago. I think the stories I heard around the dinner table from my dad and mom were the big reason I got involved in genealogy. Continue Reading →
If you’ve watched “Friends,” then you’ll remember Ross’s famous line; “We were on a break.” ….
So far in my genealogy and DNA, I haven’t found an outcome to one of my ancestor couples’ “breaks,” but I have found their possible breaks.
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On April 7th, I had my WikiTree reveal, and I wanted to share with you my experience. Continue Reading →
(I’m going to be the guest on Week 13 of the Wikitree Challenge and I’m feeling lucky. )
If you haven’t heard about the WikiTree Challenge, let me tell you a little bit about it. Continue Reading →
What if I told you that you could preserve your memories just by taking them out of their old dusty boxes and putting them in a pretty new FOREVER Box? … Continue Reading →
This project started with a conversation with my son. I was telling him that when I passed away that he and his brother better not just put the things I have in my glass cabinet in a yard sale or take them to the thrift store or heaven forbid… the dump. I told him that many of the things in the cabinet are family heirlooms that have been passed down.
He made a good point as sometimes son’s do. He asked me how he would know that?
How many years have you made resolutions, and then three weeks into the year, they are long forgotten? I’ve done it a few times, that’s for sure. So this year, I’m not making resolutions; I’m making a plan. Continue Reading →