Category: 52Ancestors

Emma M. Place’s divorce from William H. Wing

One of the prompts in the #52Ancestors challenge had to do with “courting.” Partakers were given the ability to decide what form of “courting” they wanted to look on, whether it be court documents and the like or romantic courting. I decided to hit a bit of a middle road: courting when post-courting goes array.

The Search for Julia – Part III

As I’ve shared in The Search of Julia and The Search for Julia – Part II, I’m on the hunt to find one of my 3rd great-grandmothers. She has been a brick wall in my research for a while now, and I figure sharing some of the tactics I use to try to scour out

The Search For Julia – Part II

(I promise, no cheesy shoe metaphors this time!) So, as I shared in The Search For Julia, one of the projects I’m currently working on is trying to track down the lineage of my 3rd great-grandmother, Julia Light. Julia was born in 1819/20 somewhere in Maine. Unfortunately, I have yet to find a copy of

The Search For Julia Light

Have you ever lost something? Like a book or a shoe, and no matter how long you look for it, you just can’t find it? Then, one day, as if by magic or the Universe clicking into place, it miraculously shows up. You should feel a huge sign of a relief that you finally found

Ancestor Hide and Seek

Some people are lucky in the way that their families were so involved with their town that it seems every newspaper had a picture of at least one aunt, uncle, or sibling. The Simard family, on my paternal side, is nothing of the sort. In documents I seen thus far, shared online by the town

Dorcus – Wild Cat Catcher

With so many dreams and schemes boiling away in my mind, I can only hope to find the fortitude to take the reigns of this New Year “With presence of mind, and courage amounting heroism” of my 3rd great-grandmother, who was “plucky” as all get-out. Dorcus White is one of my maternal 3rd great-grandmothers. She

The Foundations of My Quest

I grew up in the White Mountains of Western Maine, in a mill town where I knew nothing of the rich ancestry, heritage, nor history of my family and hometown. It’s hard to mourn what you never knew, and so I went to college knowing practically nothing of the place and people of where I