Family Ties & The Grapevine

I have 2 parents. 


I know. Weird, right? They each come from people. And those people made people. And so on. And I love them all, and their stories. Hence the creation of this whole entire blog ordeal.


Mom & Dad ca 1988
I’m doing separate research on both sides of the family. So I’ve decided to organize the info on both of these sides into two labels, or tags. For my Dad’s side of the family, I’m using the tag “Family Ties” and for my Mom’s I’m using “The Grapevine”. 


To be completely honest, Family Ties is the name of the blog and the family tree project because it was the first thing I came up with. I think I’m pretty well stuck with it now. The Grapevine is the name of my mom’s side’s genealogical blogs because of her home town, North East, PA being home to Welch’s vineyards. It was even the name of North East High School’s yearbook (on whose committee my Gramma served as a contributor). 


So there we have it. To keep up with the large-scale family tree organization I’m under-taking, or any spotlights featuring folks from that side of the family, you’ll find them under the Family Ties tag. For the other side of the family, who are vast and almost ALL in Pennsylvania back like 300 years, you’ll find it under The Grapevine tag. 


I look forward to over-sharing literally everything.



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