Pardon the pun, but I thought I had hit a dead end.
For years I had been dipping my toes in and out of the murky water that is family genealogy, always pulling them out when the way became unclear or my patience and interest gave out. But thanks to online resources and my smart, 13-year-old grandson, Noah, we recently cracked open at least one mystery: the location of my great-great-great paternal grandparents’ graves in the now extinct town of Paydown, Missouri.
The rest of this story was published on All Souls Day on Jesuits.org. You can read the whole thing here:
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