Bob Hope used to sing “Thanks for the memories”  —and I’m thankful for “memory.” Recently, there was an exchange of email messages between cousins. My avid-genealogist-friend-cousin shared details regarding a recently researched “Showalter.” (Showalter is my mother’s maiden name.) In turn, I told him about searching for information about “Yellow Robe“ and Alfred Frantz. I added the name of William Frantz in relationship to desegregation. (Here’s a link to the earlier blog message about William Frantz and Ruby Bridges.)  I shared those names and details without consulting my Ancestry database (54,883 individuals).

First thing this morning, before my first sip of coffee, I felt compelled to check the accuracy of my narrative. (I’m obsessive-compulsive about accuracy.)