Monday Musings: Crazies, Black Sheep and Murderers (Oh My!)

BlackSheep  Let’s face it — everyone has relatives they’re not necessarily proud of.  Harper Lee, author of acclaimed novel To Kill A Mockingbird, said it best:

You can choose your friends but you sho’ can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge them or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don’t.

Last week I wrote an article entitled “Are We All Cousins?“.  In the article I illustrated an instance of pedigree collapse in the Hall line and mentioned “an anomaly of sorts on the Strickland side.” Mary Angeline Hensley was both my great-great grandmother and my great-great-great aunt (if my calculations are correct).

My three-times great grandmother Eliza Boone (Mary Angeline’s mother) married James Henry Hensley at the age of eighteen in 1855.  Eliza was born in Rankin County, Mississippi and she and James were married in Lafayette County, Arkansas.

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