William Remintmgton is son of , Mary Jane Johnson Remington. She is a daughter to Phoebe Johnson and half-sister to our ancestor Eli...

Sorry that this post has taken so long but I wanted to just get a couple of more things out there before somewhat of a new season starts...

If you recall from the previous post under "A Little DNA Goes A Long Way", I attempted to explain that the Y - Chromosome passed from...

They entered the nicely furnished law office and were greeted warmly by Mr. Woodfin and his associates. The clerk offered them coffee...

Pheobe had been restless all night but finally, dawn had come and she could smell the coffee in the lodge. As soon as Nancy and William...

Phoebe was restless tonight, much like she had been four nights earlier before the journey began. Her mind raced with anticipation for...

So sorry this post took so long to publish. I am also aware that I did not continue the story here, and I have not yet completed a full proofread. One advantage of writing this blog before turning it into a book is that it can be revised easily. As I identify grammatical errors or uncover new research, I can update the text promptly. Until today, the platform has been very easy to use. The delay is largely due to a realization I had over the past several days: unlike a fictio

The Long Way Home: The Adventure Begins! September 1843 She sat on the back porch of her daughter’s home in McMinn County, Tennessee, savoring the crisp morning air. Now a frail woman, she was often described as feisty, hardheaded, and stubborn. She preferred to think of herself as strong-willed, candid, and determined. As she wrapped her hands around a steaming cup of coffee—freshly poured from the pot atop the wood stove—her thoughts returned to the journey ahead. The coffe

This is a prelude to the most compelling story in our family history. It is intended to provide orientation so that the story that follows will be easier to understand and place in context. Somehow—except for one remaining uncle on my father’s side—I have become part of the oldest living generation. It happened far too quickly. My father was the third youngest of fourteen children born to Luther and Martha Johnson between 1905 and 1935. As mentioned previously, only one of hi

For some time now, I’ve considered writing a book about our family genealogy and the area where many of us began life’s journey. As many of you know, I lost most of my research in a house fire in 2004. Still, as in so many parts of my life, my sister inspired me to regroup and continue. This blog—one I hope to turn into a book someday—is dedicated to my late sister, Dana Robbins. She was my encouragement and inspiration for a lifetime of opportunities. She and her husband, Ro