I come from a long line of Mormons whose genealogy is laid out like a tree with roots that fill the earth and branches that scrape the sky. But if my family tree is a sequoia, my husband’s is more like an aspen, where the rhizomes underground cover up a more complicated history than implied by the thin trunk. His father’s side is mostly unknown and I’ve always felt compelled to seek out answers. About a year ago I sat down at the computer, logged into Family Tree, and printed out a few names for my daughters to take with […]
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