The Minnesota Farm Woman

by Chris Quaal Vinson

The dead relative society

Minnesota Farm Woman LOGOWhen I turned 40 and my dad was nearing 75, I started asking him a lot of questions about his ancestors. I knew most of my cousins well, and a few of them not so well, but what I yearned for were the stories of the previous generations. The immigrants. The pioneers. Those that came before and after them. Since Dad didn’t know a lot himself, I started searching the internet for relatives known and unknown, dead and alive.The content you are trying to access is only available to members. Sorry.

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