Wearing of the Orange?

In anticipation of St. Patrick’s Day next week, I decided to spend some time getting to know my Irish roots. I mentioned in an earlier post that the untimely death of my grandfather, Clifford Preston McGuffin, meant that his young daughters (my mother and her two sisters), grew up mostly unaware of their paternal ancestry…and... Continue Reading →

The Voices in My Head

I came across Elmer and Frank a few years back when I was doing some research—looking for photos of Scottsbluff during the WWII era for a book I hope to write. I discovered many useful images on the American Memory website hosted by the Library of Congress, (visit http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/index.html to view an amazing collection of... Continue Reading →

Tales of Stoic Germans and Drunk-Ass Irishmen…

As with all histories…the truth we think we know depends on who’s doing the telling. This is never more true than with family histories. Family politics and personal agendas are certainly not evident when you are a young child listening to the stories of your parents’ youth. And what’s even more insidious then what is... Continue Reading →

Homesteaders, Hometowns and Final Resting Places

I’ve often envied those people who have a “hometown”…the place they were born, were raised, the place their grandparents are buried. A place they know so well...their memories all rolled up into one location. When I am asked where I’m from, where I call home…I’m never quite sure how to answer. Is it the place... Continue Reading →

Peace from the Pieces…

Troy Dunn, aka “The Locator” of missing relations, says “you can’t find peace until you put the pieces together.” He, of course, helps find the missing parent or sibling of the person searching for answers. But what if we feel the need to go deeper…what if the nature of our being is connected to individuals... Continue Reading →


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