SHERMAN AND ALBERTI HISTORIES

. My brother Dale is more than a memory. In some ways he is still here, a presence that can’t be explained. The warmth of his low bass...

“Lrae, there’s only one way to chip away at Trump’s base, we have to gaslight him!” “Duzn’t sound safe or praktical Earl. He’s got all...

I research in some capacity just about every day. Most of the time I don't find anything. I do more ruling out of theories and resources...

Me standing in front of the big maple tree in our front yard - the neighbors grapevines behind me I Googled and Zillowed a street view of...

I’ve been quiet on the blog front for a few weeks. I am waiting, not very patiently, for Laura Alberti’s patient records from the MO...

I see that Earl has resurfaced on Facebook. I thought he was irretrievably lost. Those reading this blog in Kyrgyzstan might want to...

That’s how I remember it. The year after my dad crashed his plane I was playing in the sandbox beneath the big apple tree in our...

At 4:45 on the afternoon of July 6, 1946 my father stalled the engine of his plane and started a spin move above a crowd of thousands at...

There is a saying I have heard a few times in my life...The definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior over and over and...

The first entry is June 14, 1940 Questions multiply like Catholic rabbits when I try to puzzle some of my family history out. I’ve...

Sometimes I think I should have paid better attention in my English and journalism classes in college. I use too many analogies, changes...

As you can see from the two previous blogs the ancestry of Albert (o) Anatole Alberti is still being discovered by the meticulous...

Last night I spent a few hours searching through 1800s Pienza birth records for Giuseppe Alberti (Albertos father). No dice. This guy’s...

**Disclaimer** this is a blog takeover. Uncle Danny invited me to write about my recent trip to Italy and my recent family research. This...

In this media driven age that celebrates fame and fortune it’s easy to think we mere mortals are insignificant in the brief flicker of...

There are a lot of unanswered questions about my parents that I had hoped to find in the pile of letters I’ve been reading. I find...

This early morning in the pre-dawn I see a wolf briskly walking the other side of the road that faces our home. It is a lonely road this...

During a span of 200 years, five generations of my Sherman ancestors remained in the Suffolk area of England. If one of them had decided...

I try to imagine what life looked like through the eyes of my Puritan ancestors in New England. I’m not happy with twenty- first century...