I often feel deficient in the genealogy department. When it comes to tracing documents, I have been spoiled by help from others, by getting gifts of fish, as the old saying goes, rather than fishing lessons. But I recently discovered that I've learned quite a bit about my mother's family in the past year -- which was, after all, what I set out to do. So forgive a little
Freud’s Butcher
A blog about Genealogy, Psychology, and Meat