Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

I began my genealogical journey in Mr. Arthur’s 7th grade Virginia History course.

This is a lie. I actually began it a year before because every sixth grader knew that this year-long project would consume their lives. I spent that happy summer in back rooms of court houses deciphering census records and traversing hilltop cemeteries with my Polaroid camera.

I continued the project well into high school, then left for college and forgot the past. As often happens, my childhood computer crashed, my records were damaged in a water main break, and years of work were destroyed.

When I was expecting my first daughter, I thought that I would pick up my hobby, but life had a different plan. Now, a decade later, let’s try again?