It’s already Saturday and I still haven’t shared a story about “At the Library” for this week. I’ll make the excuse that I was traveling again, but that doesn’t go very far.
Actually, I have had a hard time figuring out what to write about.
So, I think I am going to recap a story I have told before and then point to “the rest of the story.”
Long ago, about 30 years ago, I got started in this game we call genealogy. I was in Fort Smith, Arkansas visiting my grandparents and went to the library there to do my very first day of genealogical research. I was so excited! I found my grandfather’s grandfather in the census. Granddad had not known his name, so he was happy, too.
Then, for about the next 27 years, through many many many trips to the library, and many libraries at that, I found no more solid documentary evidence about my Dickson family. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. I had a couple of theories and some circumstantial evidence about a family I thought was a likely connection, but nothing hard.
Finally, then, I was going back through some old photos and found the connection I was looking for. And that has sent me back to the library for more real data on the Dicksons.
Rather than detail the whole story, take a look at my previous posts where I break down this brick wall in detail;
- Chipping Away at a Dickson Brick Wall – Part 1
- Chipping Away at a Dickson Brick Wall – Part 2
- Chipping Away at a Dickson Brick Wall – Part 3
- Chipping Away at a Dickson Brick Wall – Part 4
Next week is back on the road, so another convenient excuse. But I’ll try to do better.