Tuesday, March 21, 2006

I had ordered a copy of a book by one of my great-grandfathers, the Rev. Joseph B. Dunn. It is a memoir of his life as an Episcopal minister in rural and small town Virginia at the turn of the century found on-line from a used book seller. It was waiting for me when I got home, a little battered from its travels from G. P. Putnam's Sons press where it was printed in 1915 until its arrival here this afternoon. So this evening will be spent with pen knife in hand opening the uncut pages and journeying in the company of my grandfather's father.

2 comments:

Rick Hanson said...

By the way, if you still have the pastor gene in you, descended from Rev. Dunn, I know a small Orthodox parish who are looking for a presbyter. :-)

On another note, I see that your new website is up, sporting a placeholder page, sans any "proclaiming a need for caffeine."

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How neat that your Grandfather left this record. All genealogists long for such anecdotal records.