September 28, 20151:30 pmPensacola, Florida It was pouring rain in Old Town Pensacola; coming down in what people describe as sheets — you could see what looked like panels of water blowing sideways across the streets, the wind was gusting hard. But Nancy was steadfast and unflappable as she navigated […]
Am I going soft on Emmett’s womanizing older brother, Cephas Love Wilson? A friend who had read this recent essay on Cephas asked me the other day if I had changed my mind about Cephas — did I now view him as less of an antagonist? I told her it wasn’t […]
Yesterday, I came across this little article, nothing more than a little snippet from a news roundup about weekly goings-on in Washington, D.C. It was something easily overlooked, buried away on the second page of the paper. Actually, I found it about two years ago, when I was busily collecting […]
The search for Cephas Love Wilson’s descendants continues. I had a brainstorm last week about how I might track down the descendants — or, at least where Cephas’ papers, books, and unfinished client work would have gone when he died in 1923: Find his will. So, I asked my friend, […]
I spent most of last week in three different courthouse archives: Escambia, Santa Rosa, and Jackson Counties, Florida. I don’t have a favorite. They are all my favorites. Know why? It isn’t about the records. It’s about the archivists — the unsung heroes and heroines who care for ancient and […]
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