For those who don't know, I'm a history geek. I have been known to detour several miles for some esoteric out of the way museum (and once spent four hours driving around an Indian Reservation to find a museum that was there).
So, I was quickly stirred up today by noting a family name in a Texas cemetary a little over two hours from here. My family was one that was split by the Civil War, and even though my family regrettably went to the Yankee side of things, I have always been interested in researching our southern counterparts. I have found pieces of their trail in Eastern Tennessee, and now this, in Texas.
This particular family member was born in 1884 and died in 1960. With his birth less than two decades following the Civil War, he likely had secondhand information of this branch, and with his death just 45 years ago, it is possible he could have passed some of that information on to a living descendant or friend. At any rate, I am now a man with a mission. Gotta gets me to that cemetary.