“Grandma, when did you quit thinking about boys?”
I was 15, a junior in a new high school, when I posed that question to my 89-year-old great-grandmother.
She rocked her chair a bit, then smiled lovingly at me and said, “Well Honey, I’ll let you know.”
It was years before I became curious about ancestor searches, that, through her lineage, went back to the American Revolution and beyond to the early 1600s. I was overjoyed to read in a pioneer…