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OGS 2026 Workshop Day: A Powerful Reminder to Think First
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The Ohio Genealogical Society 2026 Conference opened today at the Sharonville Convention Center, and I am already glad I planned ahead. OGS 2026 is my only in-person conference of the year, so I prepared the way any methodical genealogist would: with a spreadsheet, a stack of cross-references, and comfortable shoes.…
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40 Years: A Lifelong Genealogist in Disguise
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This week’s #52Ancestors prompt asks me to write about an ancestor’s livelihood. I am writing about my own instead. Somewhere along the way, I realized I had been doing the same job my entire career. I just kept changing what I called it. Thirteen years in estates and probate. Ten…
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He Stayed: One Man’s Quiet Life in Sweden
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Not every ancestor chased adventure. Some stayed. Sven Svensson lived a quiet life in rural Sweden for ninety-two years, and without it, none of the dramatic stories in my family tree exist. Born illegitimate in 1867 in Näsum parish, he spent decades as a farmhand and stone worker, moving between…
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A Box, Two Extracts, One Unexpected Discovery
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I inherited a box of family papers from my uncle, Eva Marcisak Dubinsky’s son, and set it aside for two years. In early April 2026, I finally went through it. What I found was an unexpected discovery I wasn’t prepared for: two formal church-issued baptismal extracts for children of my…
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A Brick Wall Revisited: Ten Hours, Seven Suspects, One Direction
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The mystery of Clifford Max’s father has been one of my most stubborn brick wall revisited genealogy cases for years. Clifford was born June 18, 1929, to Myrtle June Thompson in Edwardsville, Illinois. His father was never named on any record. DNA testing points clearly to the Pitts family of…
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Strong Women: What My Grandmothers Left Behind
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I have always called it the “strong women” photo. It was taken three days after I was born: four generations of women in one frame. Even before I had the language for it, I understood what I was looking at. This week’s StoryTeller Tuesday prompt asks about inheritance — the…
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My Childhood Home in Lynbrook, New York
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My childhood home in Lynbrook, New York wasn’t the oldest house in my family’s story — that distinction belongs to the Brooklyn duplex my great-great-grandparents bought in 1905. But it was the first place I remember. A white clapboard house on the south shore of Long Island, where I lived…


