(Thanks to StLGS member, Marsha Clark, for writing the beginning of this week’s post.)
Marsha writes . . . Doing a little digging last night, I thought I'd try one more time—after many years of having just put it aside as a lost cause—to find my father's mysterious uncle who was adopted at a young age by a family in St. Louis. He was in rural Illinois as a child, and he and his siblings needed to find homes to live in when their last surviving parent, their father, died. Supposedly this youngest son died as a boy due to an accident; that's how I remembered hearing the story. As it turned out, however, this uncle did not die young after all.
