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- Author: Ethel Crisp Taylor
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2012
- Pages: 276
- ISBN-10: 1475226039
- ISBN-13: 9781475226034
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 1.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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I began to assemble bits of information on my family about 20 years ago, naturally, it was after the older members were gone. Working the various census, I found indications of where the family had been. I wrote for various records from several states, started contacting genealogical societies in counties where I had located family members. Contact by contact, information came my way; through new cousins, visits to courthouses around the country, searching through the basements where old record books are kept, helped me build on the information I had There is nothing to compare with the dusty, musty smell of fragile hand written books, over a century old. To hold one, you are holding history in your hands, written by someone long dead. They become your rope into the past. A past that lived, loved, fought, farmed, peopled by ghostly shadows of what once was. Old courthouse records, old census records, the new cousins I have met the last few years, to whom I owe a debt of much gratitude, have all come together, along with the history of our country, culminating in this effort.
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- Author: Ethel Crisp Taylor
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2012
- Pages: 276
- ISBN-10: 1475226039
- ISBN-13: 9781475226034
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 1.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
I began to assemble bits of information on my family about 20 years ago, naturally, it was after the older members were gone. Working the various census, I found indications of where the family had been. I wrote for various records from several states, started contacting genealogical societies in counties where I had located family members. Contact by contact, information came my way; through new cousins, visits to courthouses around the country, searching through the basements where old record books are kept, helped me build on the information I had There is nothing to compare with the dusty, musty smell of fragile hand written books, over a century old. To hold one, you are holding history in your hands, written by someone long dead. They become your rope into the past. A past that lived, loved, fought, farmed, peopled by ghostly shadows of what once was. Old courthouse records, old census records, the new cousins I have met the last few years, to whom I owe a debt of much gratitude, have all come together, along with the history of our country, culminating in this effort.
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