It’s a week today until I fly out to Dublin.
I’m a highly organised person, rather fond of trips based up on extensive research and feeling armed with knowledge as I mark my trail from place to place. 256 more words
Over several conversations with my father, interest has grown in me to finish linking my ancestors’ family tree.
Information we have today seems to lead toward the theory that they came to the island of Hispaniola from France, as part of the French army to combat the slave revelion in Haiti. 100 more words
A soft landing into Germany, collected by my friend Gunther and driven to my hotel in the middle of this charming Rhineland town about 35ks from Frankfurt. 995 more words
This really seems like an odd request doesn’t it? If one is not written how else will people know when I leave this world? In most newspapers and even online they list the names of those who recently passed away and maybe a line or two telling a persons age and which funeral home will be handling the service. 477 more words
My 10th great-grandmother came to America on the ship Suzan and Ellen in 1635. She was born in Spaulding Moor, Yorkshire, England. Her profession on the ship’s log is listed as vixor (a word for which I find no definition) , her husband’s as a husbandman, and my 9th great-grandfather, Thomas Crosby, was 8 weeks old. 1,099 more words