One ancestor that had a homestead was my grandmother, Elva Bryant. For years after her mother died, my grandmother lived with family and friends and never really had a home of her own. When she finally had her land and her cabin, I often wondered how she felt when she stepped through the door of her new home and knew it was really her very own place. Continue reading “No Place Like Home”
While researching information about blogs, I came across an old genealogy blog challenge for 2015 by Amy Johnson Crow. Her blog challenges caught my attention, and I thought it would be fun to give it a try even though I am about 16 months late!
When I think of someone who made it when everything was stacked against her, I automatically think of my grandmother, Elva Marie Allen. Although her life was not an easy one, she never complained, and she always had a smile on her sweet face. Continue reading “Against the Odds”