One of the books I inherited from my mother is falling apart. The covering of the spine has been lost, the edges of the pages are tattered and some have fallen out completely. Open the book and you will find sticky tape holding the torn and tattered pages, some of
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” Alice in Wonderland This advice is perfect for family historians! For me, the beginning of my family history journey had its roots in the stories my grandmother told me and
I was born in April so, looking for something to write about this week, I thought I would see if any of my ancestors were also born in April. I found one, a three times great uncle, in the Fircks family who was even born on approximately the same date
The assassination of JFK was my first memory. It was November 1963 and I was three years old. I remember sitting cross legged, on the carpet, in front of a black and white television watching as the President was shot over and over again. Of course I did not know
According to the memories of my great-grandmother, Anna Pavlovna Voronov, many of the male Voronovs (Woronoffs), my maternal grandfather’s family, were in the Russian military. In 1722, during the time of Peter the Great, one of my ancestors – Prokopy (Prokofy) Petrovich Voronov was severely wounded while fighting. I assume
It is not too often that I burst out laughing when I turn the page of one of the many family photo albums I have inherited. But when I saw the photo above that is exactly what I did. On a gatepost, which holds one half of a gate, in