Digging up my roots!
From childhood, the mailbox has always created a sense of expectancy for me. However, genealogy has created an obsession with mail delivery. What genealogist isn’t waiting for something at any given moment? I will be very happy this afternoon if I receive any of the following items I’m currently waiting for: 1) My grandmother’s social…
I spent my Valentine’s Day happily buried in pension and land records at the National Archives in Washington, D.C. On my agenda was the review and photographing of the pension and land records of the family of my 3rd great grandmother, Cynthia (Day) Bursley. Most interesting was the file for Amos Day, a Union solider…
It all started with a tale told by my late Cousin Pat, a book about the history of Minneapolis, and a peculiar warning in Grammer’s autograph book. “Grammer,” as my grandmother was called, was the epitome of what a grandmother should be – doting, kind, and indulgent. Okay, my mom probably didn’t appreciate the fact…