Continuing my journey in Evans’ wake.
I had been to Gnosall many times in my cycling years, but, apart from thinking the canalside was a colourful view, and the Boat Inn a pleasant lunch venue, I had passed through without noticing much else. 185 more words
This week, I’m retracting all my boasts about the balmy warmth of a Sydney Winter, and will let you know you’d better bring a big thick woolly blanket when you come to visit me this week. 540 more words
When Gary and I got together a process of melding two very different Jewish-American families began. My parents were American-born (even my grandmothers had been born in this country); my Mom and Dad had master’s degrees; and, we weren’t religiously observant. 1,218 more words
On 16 July 1837, a few months after his own baptism (1 March 1837) Theodore Turley baptized George A. Hicks and his wife in Peel County by Ontario, Upper Canada. 616 more words
My father, (Frederick) Ian Jamison, had seven full siblings and two half-sisters from his mother’s first marriage, not an unusual family size for that generation of Irish families. 423 more words
The Harz mountains, an odd little outcropping of hills in otherwise rather flat Northern Germany, has a lot in common with Appalachia, though not its size. 226 more words
There are so many different features of Together We Served that it sometimes may be a bit overwhelming. For instance, did you know we have a feature where you can either build a page for a family member from any service or add an existing page to your family? 171 more words
