blogger unearths evidence that her bad instincts go back generations

I joined ancestry.com.  This is my great-grandma Luella, and I think she’s fantastic.  I’m concocting a backstory about the relationship between her smirk in this picture and the fur she’s wearing. I’d run across her name before, but never saw a picture until today.  We look alike.  No matter what sweet delusions Mr. Waite has, this is pretty much what an unphotoshopped profile pic of me would look like.  She died the day my grandparents got married at age 46, so this is almost the end of the line on that branch of our tree.  My grandfather, her son, died of a heart attack at age 51, so I wonder if that’s what happened to her.

The limited information I have on her parents looks like, for some reason, they made it from the midwest to California only to head back to Missouri shortly before the gold rush.

Of course they did.

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