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 Ernest Johnson, age 58, dressed for the Golden Jubilee in Richmond, California, August 1947. I was quite surprised when I first s...

Once in awhile, I get around to blogging about my own life.  My experiences are part of a chain begun long ago by my Norwegian and Celtic an...

One of my favorite things is looking through antique stores.  Lately, I've been foregoing spending time examining Depression Glass and l...

Ancestry.com recently published a Valentines Day feature, Discovering True Love .  There’s a story behind that marriage date. But unless ...

 Visiting with Native American Girls at Itasca  State Park, Minnesota, 1935.  Back row (l to r):   Mabel Johnson, Ella Moen, and Dori...

This post has little to do with anything exclusively Norwegian-American, but everything to do with the importance of treasuring one's he...

(A repost from four years ago.) This blog is primarily about Norwegian-American family history, so naturally, you might assume that I woul...

There is a very important lesson that any family historian, and indeed, any researcher, needs to learn, and that is to not trust any single...

Only one branch of my mother's Norwegian-American family arrived in the United States early enough to be involved in the Civil War.  Th...

In an earlier post, "In Defense of Character:  Writing With Caution," I wrote about the difficulties of trying to find more inform...

This photograph of a large neighborhood gathering was taken on Independence Day, 1916, at the Nels and Ellen Langseth farm in Sinclair T...

For months I've been meaning to get back to scanning a box of loose photographs given to me by a cousin who lives in New York, who had p...

When researching and writing my Johnson family history a few years back, I came across a conundrum:  how does one diverge all of the importa...