Who Do You Think YOU Are?

For decades, I thought I was 50% Swedish and 50% German. Never mind that my maternal grandfather was somehow English. I’m not sure how we overlooked that bit of information, but I continued to believe I was half one ethnicity and half another long after I should have known better. I started my genealogical exploration…

Why We Should Ask for Help

Michael John Neil’s suggestion to get an outside opinion could not have been more timely. The day after I read it, I had a wonderful opportunity to follow his advice. (Thank you Michael!) While preparing for an upcoming event sponsored by the local German Genealogy Society, I mentioned one of my stumbling block ancestors, Maria…