Generations Linked with Love
I can’t remember how old I was when my dad got me hooked on genealogy. It could have been the family trips to visit distant cousins, or the trips to the cemetery to photograph me standing next to the headstone of a near or distant relative. Maybe it was the first time I went with my dad to the the Family History Library in Salt Lake City, Utah or when he sent me to Washington State University’s library to look up old Asotin Herald newspaper articles on microfilm. Whichever experience it was, I’ve been searching out family for decades and found them.
I hope you’ll keep reading along. Maybe we’ll learn something together.