Evidently, Google has the answer, in fact Lots of Answers!
I wonder, also, how many clues lie closer to our reach? Old photos, old documents in the homes and residences of ourselves and/or our kinfolk. What do we remember? Memories are another treasure chest. For example, in the case of my ex-husband, with whom I had three children: I remember meeting Bill's grandfather when I was perhaps, 12 years old! Bill's family was living in Shalimar, Florida at the time, in a big old rambling house that was located on a spit of land on the bayou.
I also met and knew Bill's maternal grandfather and grandmother, the Reynolds family who lived in Troy, Alabama. Now that Bill, recently deceased, is gone, are my memories of any importance? With our three children, will a small sliver of my recollections be of any value? You never can tell. It may be that my meager bank of recall might be of some comfort to them, simply because we all look back and wonder sometimes at the struggles and triumphs of our ancestors. As well as our own.
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| Descendant of Adolph Forrest Dalton |
