Even though I struggled with history in school, I’ve always been drawn to the past. I think that fascination started when I was a little girl in the 1970s, on a family trip to Cyprus. I remember walking through the Tombs of the Kings near Paphos—ancient underground tombs carved from solid rock. There weren’t really any kings buried there, but I remember how the tour guide mentioned the size of the tomb, telling us if a child or an adult was buried within each location. I also

This past weekend, I finally carved out some time to explore the FamilySearch Community, and I was surprised by how much is packed into it!

A Childhood Memory That Connected Me to My German Ancestors A memory from my childhood, one marked by fear and confusion, has recently helped me understand my ancestors in a way I never expected.

Sometimes, it's not just the names or the dates that bring our ancestors to life; it’s the homes. In an email from my cousin Don, I uncovered the rich, multi-generational story of a house that quietly held layers of my family’s history: 449 Alphonse Street in Rochester, New York.

Before I began my journey into family history, road trips were just… road trips. I’d hit the highway with a destination in mind, check the m

I wanted to take a deep dive into my family roots that run through this historic southern soil.

As I continue my journey into understanding the life and hardships of my 3rd great-grandfather, Jasper Killion, who was imprisoned at

Sometimes the most precious genealogical treasures come to us in unexpected ways. Shortly before my grandmother passed away, she handed me