How I Became an Accidental Genealogy Tourist

An extra day in New Orleans was time well spent

Live oaks and wrought iron in the Garden District

If I had the money and time I might spend a lot of it tracing the footsteps of my ancestors. I might knock on the doors of churches and government offices in central Wales, hoping for a birth or baptism record for a four-times great-grandparent. I might stalk the Lutheran churches near the village of Mensfelden near Frankfurt, Germany…