Reflections ~ Jane Hembree Crowley
There are many days when my genealogical research seems like a twisted vine withering on a dilapidated trellis, parched and thirsty with no rain clouds in sight. On those days, I invariably ask myself why I am doing it. There are occasionally days when the vine blooms in a glorious flower and yields the sweet scent of a life lesson, mine for the taking. On those days, I’m rewarded with the answer. Such a day occurred on a recent trip…