Your Pop-pop and I want you to know about our parents, for whom you were named.
How in finding the man, I discovered my Galician roots.
How the truth behind my grand-mother's life was revealed as gossip at her burial, and only shown to be true 20 years later.
Crossing the threshold after 210 years, two branches of the same family re-unite under a single roof
I believe that I was chosen before I came here to write about those who wanted their stories told which is why I was a wondering child...
How I almost became an archaeologist instead of a genealogist.
My parents met when they were both stationed near Washington DC during WWII.