Monday, April 30, 2007

 
These

are my great-great-grandparents.

My mom just sent me this picture that she just received from her cousin. And searching through genealogy things online I found a record that states that my great-great-grandfather was born in 1864 in Joplin, Missouri. He died and was buried in Hannibal.

Reading things like Mark Twain makes me feel so far removed from this part of American culture (i live in the Northwest, where Lewis and Clark and the Oregon Trail is what we refer to as OUR history. Other history, like the Civic War doesn't seem like OUR history). This, however, makes it feel a little closer. Very strange and cool.

And apparently I come from hearty stock. Ha.

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