When I got up in the middle of the night last night to, apparently, stub my toe (mission accomplished) and get a drink of water, I decided for some reason to jump on my computer for “just a minute” to take a look at Family Search. (Nobody but me seems to understand this habit). I figured I’d be back to bed within 60 seconds. Two hours later I crawled back into bed for a brief nap before having to get up again for work. I stumbled upon a file cousin Paul Westover recently uploaded featuring the personal history of hisClick to continue…