When the book was thrown at me, I was astonished. What could I do to rectify this mess? How could I redeem my ancestors and myself?
You can just imagine the hustle and bustle of Baltimore back then…tall clipper ships carrying cargo and foreign passengers, the markets, the A-rabbers (hucksters) each with his own unique holler, the clip-clop of the horses hooves on the cobblestone streets.
Okay, I confess. I haunt cemeteries digging up dirt on my dearly departed ancestors. I lurk among the gravestones recording information and imagining their lives.
“Oh Harmony, my heart’s delight” Bright seraph from the upper skies Thou Heaven born art sent to Earth To make …
My story is not about my family. It is about finding 27 diaries kept by a gentleman from 1914 until he died in 1939.