When I was a little girl, my mom and my aunt would load their small children into the station wagon and head off for a day of adventure. Preparation consisted of notebooks filled with names, maps, paper and pencil, blankets and pillows for the folded down backseat (before seat belt laws) peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Charles potato chips. The destination was typically an old Indiana cemetery or musty court house. 30 years later the smell of old buildings, warm peanut butter, or a tree lined road takes me immediately back to those adventures. I remember my mom cheering excitedly as she came across one of her ancestors. The earliest name that I remember is Mary Elizabeth Mendenhall. She is my 3 great grandmother and if I close my eyes, I can see the cemetery there in Carmel, Indiana and her name on the headstone as clearly as I did so many years ago.I don't know why I have always remembered her. These adventures with my mom and Aunt Sherry instilled in me at a very early age a love for genealogy and a serious interest in where I came from. I feel a connection with these names from so long ago. I want to know as much as I can about who these pioneers were. Where did they come from? What were their triumphs, their sorrows, their joys, their heartaches. I hope that through sharing what I do have I can fill empy spaces for those who are looking. I also hope that there will be those out there with my same passion who will be able to fill in some of my empty spaces and that together we will bring life back to those who have prepared the road for us to live and love life. I appreciate comments, questions and gentle corrections. I will not correct information that I have unless the information can be cited.
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