I'm back. Trip started out well, ended on a rather horrible, horrible, life altering note ( Read more... )

This is from my great-great-aunt Leila's autobiography.

"I walked two miles to school, a one room schoolhouse where Harry Dunnegan was the teacher. We used to have spelling [bees]. I missed the word 'eel.' When I told my dad, he said 'Well, it was kind of slippery!'" Apparently, I inherited my cheeseball sense of humor from my great-great- ( Read more... )

Check this out.

My poor, well-meaning great-great-great grandfather had an article written about him in 1935.

"Indiana Evening Gazette", Wed, June 26, 1935 (Indiana, Pa.)

Civil War Veteran, at 90, Recalls Fall of Richmond, Aaron Kanarr Enlisted as Boy of 19; Regiment Highly Honored, Picnic For Birthday.

INDIANA, PA June 26--Aaron Kanarr, one ( Read more... )

In reading through all my geneology stuff, I discover an ancestor of mine from the early 1800s, who died in 1888, and who's name was Willoughby Knerr.

Willoughby.

My fellow romantic, dramatic, and singularly Austenian friends will clearly understand why I nearly swooned over this.

With great sincerity,
Elinor Dashwood