Job's Children

  In my earlier post, The Schoolhouse , I explored a nontypical, brief deed wherein my Third Great Grandfather, Henry Davis, deed a half-acr...

Some lives are but a whisper in the wind, a touch of breeze before a storm, a sprite that passes so quickly you hardly realize that it was e...

  Why can't family research be straight forward? I suppose it would not be so interesting, or spur the curiosity so much, if...