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It Didn’t Start With You

Recently, I came across the book, “It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle” by Mark Wolynn. The title caught my attention immediately. Inherited family trauma? What an interesting concept. How to end the cycle? That sounds like a task for the family historian!

I began reading it immediately.

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A Tragic Love Story

 I have no pictures of either Daniel Green or Cora Elliott but I imagine they look like this: Dan is tall, muscular build with pooling blue eyes and dark hair. His face is forever brooding, his thoughts hidden behind hooded eyes. He smiles rarely and his aura is one of a tortured soul.

Cora, on the other hand, calls to mind faded images of my grandmother. A rounded face framed by softly curling brown hair, highlighting bright hazel eyes. She is bubbly, vivacious, and has a curving figured made even more so by the torturous corsets she loathes to wear. Continue reading “A Tragic Love Story”

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What is a Legacy in the Digital Age?

A few weeks ago, I attended a visitation service for the grandparent of a one of my best friend’s. I was enthralled not only by the mass collection of photos but by the well-documented history of names and dates and places within the photo albums. Nearly every photo had an inscription beside it stating who was in it, where it was taken, and when. It was a beautiful display of a life well-lived and well loved.

Yet it made me wonder. What will the celebrations of life look like for my generation when our time comes?  Continue reading “What is a Legacy in the Digital Age?”

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Family Medical History

When I speak of family history to people in general, their mind typically thinks in terms of medical history. I’m not surprised, as it’s commonly the context in which it’s used. And they’re not wrong. Researching your medical family history can give you incredible insight into your own health.

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Searching Historic Florence, Nebraska

Census records can be used to glean all sorts of wonderful information. Beyond the familial group listing, one can often find: immigration date, number of marriages, number of children – living and deceased, occupations and home addresses. It can be quite enlightening to track our ancestors from home to home using census records. You may even find yourself tempted to travel to the spot so you can place your footsteps on land your ancestors once tread.

And yet one of the biggest hurdles to doing this is of course incomplete or blank columns of desperately needed information. Census records before or after as well as city directories and land records may offer you the information you seek.

However, what do you do when you have the information at hand, but the town or city your ancestor lived in no longer exists? Or, it was incorporated by another city? What other records and tools are available to aid in your search? Today, I’m discussing my own personal research with just such an issue.    Continue reading “Searching Historic Florence, Nebraska”

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Genealogist or Family Historian?

Genealogy: a study of family ancestors with pertinent data such as birth, marriage and death dates.

Family History: an in-depth study of a family lineage with greater emphasis and clarification of each ancestor’s life story.

Which are you?

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Discovering My Strengths

I’m a sucker for any kind of personality test. Doesn’t matter how silly it sounds, I’ll take it. I’ve even taken this ridiculous “what animal are you” quiz (I’m an otter). I’ve taken Myers-Briggs (INFJ and proud of it!), the chronotype quiz (#wolflife) and of course all those really scientific ones that pop up on Buzzfeed or Pinterest that tell you what kind of person you are based on how you like to eat your spaghetti or which Disney princess you are. I love learning any possible thing I can about myself. Especially what Disney princess I am. (SPOILER ALERT! it’s Cinderella.)  And you’re about to learn why, exactly that is! Continue reading “Discovering My Strengths”


A New Life ~ A New Leaf ~ A New Blog


It’s never an easy process, is it? We’re such creatures of habit as we go about our daily routines that the simplest derailment of our day can send us over the edge. The fear of the unknown often becomes boundaries and walls that we use to barricade ourselves in our comfortable nests. And yet, change is entirely necessary for us to evolve. There’s a beautiful quote to echo that sentiment:

“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”

Sometimes we simply have to take that leap of faith and trust that everything will be okay. Because almost always, change is for the better. While it might not always seem like it at first, in my experience, even bad changes have brought about incredible results. And it’s amazing how one change influences another. Continue reading “A New Life ~ A New Leaf ~ A New Blog”


Write Chain Challenge: One Year Later

It’s been a full year since I began my Write Chain Challenge: challenging myself to write 200 words a day, every day. And I’m ecstatic to say I have 365 chains to my name! Six months ago, I wrote an update post of how the Write Chain Challenge was going and I thought today would be the perfect time to share my thoughts on a year of writing. While the previous six thoughts still ring true, I wanted to shed some light on the difficulties I faced while writing every day. Continue reading “Write Chain Challenge: One Year Later”


New Life, New Love at a Parisian Cafe

As she sat at a patio table covered by the brown awning, sipping her steaming café au lait, she watched the people beneath their dripping umbrellas as they strolled leisurely past the cafe . That was one thing she found she enjoyed, the easy and relaxed manner in which people traveled here. Gone was the hustle and bustle of her former life, the bumping into strangers without apology, the feeling of loneliness without ever being truly alone. She lifted the mug that warmed her hands to her lips, blew across the foamed top and took another sip. She smiled to herself as she felt the creamed mustache left upon her upper lip. Dabbing her lip with her napkin, she set it down beside her plate and let out a sigh that caught on a gust of wind and sprinkled her slightly with rain drops.

She was thirty-eight and alone for the first time in nearly twenty-five years. Continue reading “New Life, New Love at a Parisian Cafe”