When I first saw this photo of our cousin Francis Pedrotti (left), I thought he was my uncle Bob Barrett (right)–cleft chin, very Barrett. They
On Friday morning, May 1, 1942, Ewald Curran picked up the phone and was barraged with questions about the death of his step-son Bob Barrett.
St. Louis. 31 March 1912. A cold, rainy start of baseball season. It is Palm Sunday. Tom Barrett goes to Mass with his family. He
I got to know Ellen Gibbons–Mrs. Frank Barrett, my great-grandmother–through stories my mother told. The few photos of her show her frowning, her white hair
Mary Gardiner & Patrick Barrett Come of Age: Ireland 1847 – Missouri 1852 If history is a river, then most people would prefer to live
The day brought reconnecting with distant cousins. In reconnecting with the Barrett side, I remembered this fan chart that I did for my mom a