Genealogy is a way to find our family's past. The roads we follow to discover this past are often full of curves and bends that seem to block our way. Family stories give us some direction in this tree climbing process, but they may not always be correct. My own genealogy experience has followed a lot of family stories told me during my childhood. One such story was "W.C.".
The kitchen table was the location of my grandmother's family stories. She could remember that the first JONES was named W.C. She did not know what the W.C. stood for, but she was certain that he lived and was buried at the mouth of the Red River. It would take me some 20 years to find this family cemetery, and discover the "W.C." stood for William Carter.
In 1999, my father and I managed to walk back the road to the ground that contained this cemetery. It was a rainy day, and my plan to chalk his head stone was dampened by the rain. [My chalk and paper were wet.] The head stones were buried, and it took a good effort to raise the stones. The following picture shows me and ground that surrounded our family cemetery.
The following picture shows this headstone as it came up from the ground.