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Buona Festa Della Donna!

Today I’ve been sharing this picture on social media–a snap of one of my favorite ancestresses (I spend so much time studying these ladies; I sure hope I’m allowed to pick favorites!). She is the lovely lady on the right, a California girl, pictured sometime around 1911 while out on the town with a friend. Isn’t she a dapper doll? I adore her! She is a woman whose life I have spent the past couple of years studying, and I hope to spend many more until I come up with a very in-depth narrative of her story. Among her amazing life accomplishments, she served in the Navy during Word War I. Love it! 🙂

The Soldier and the Teacher: A True WWII Love Story for Valentine’s Day


Hilda’s Photo, stained with the blood of her sweetheart-soldier

Blood stains obscure the top half of this photograph of my grandmother, because it was in the shirt-pocket of her sweetheart when his tank was bombed in battle during World War II. This is a true story from my family history:

~ The Sweethearts ~

He was a soldier, stationed at Fort Dix. She was a schoolteacher who boarded with a family in nearby Riverton, N.J.


Hilda’s Sweetheart: Ben Bainbridge

Fort Dix was a soldier’s “last stop” before heading overseas, so area community centers hosted dances, meals, and coffees for “the boys.” Like many residents in the area, my grandmother volunteered to help out.

When New Jersey native Hilda Grob showed up for her first night as a volunteer at the Fort Dix community center one night in the Spring of 1942, she met a red-haired soldier from rural Idaho.

His name was Ben Bainbridge.

“He had a western twang and even danced different–more of a stomp than the smooth waltz” Hilda later told her children. She loved listening to Ben’s stories about life in the west. Ben had endured a hardscrabble existence, moving from farm to logging camp to farm again as he worked to eke out a living with a single father who had lost a leg in a logging accident. Ben didn’t have more than an eighth grade education, but he was a smart man; he had skipped entire grades in his childhood, and was now focusing his energies on the war; he even lied about his age in order to enlist early.
bens-admission-ticket-to-22the-dance22At the end of that first dance when Ben and Hilda met, Ben walked her to the bus. Every night afterwards, he hitchhiked to nearby Riverton to call on Hilda, with the approval of her landlords and chaperons, the Garwood family. On Ben’s final visit to Hilda before deployment, he stayed out past curfew and had to sneak back into the barracks. After only knowing her for three weeks, Ben proposed marriage to Hilda, and she accepted. But there was one condition: no marriage until after the war. Although she did want to marry him right away, Hilda couldn’t bear the thought of being widowed by the war.

Ben shipped out soon after their engagement.

~ The Attack ~

SUCCESS! Newspaper clipping detailing the success of Ben’s division in Italy

Just before D-Day in Anzio, Italy, Ben wasn’t supposed to be driving tank. He had recently amassed enough time to leave on furlough, so the night before a planned attack on the Germans, Ben’s captain had told him to take some time off–to go spend three days stateside. But Ben didn’t want a fresh recruit driving his tank that day–the other three members of his tank crew were his close friends, so he volunteered to drive them into an attack on the Germans in Velletri.


Ben and his tank

That D-Day, Ben’s tank was hit by a 88mm shell, killing both the assistant driver and gunner, Ben’s close friends.

Though blinded by blood in his eyes from an injury somewhere to his head–he wasn’t sure where at the time–Ben managed to pull himself from the wreckage. His tank commander escaped, too, and as they moved away from the tank, they came upon a nest of Germans in a foxhole.

The Germans threw a grenade that killed Ben’s commander instantly. Ben, still too injured to stand, tried crawling away from them, but was blinded by blood and barely able to crawl. He felt a trench flanking his right side, which threatened to swallow him up each time he tried leaning onto his right arm. But had he been standing, Ben would have died with his commander when that grenade exploded.

The explosion that killed the commander knocked Ben’s helmet off, but still he kept trying to crawl away from the Germans. No matter where he turned, however, the trench on his right side made it impossible to crawl faster. That was when he noticed–there was no trench after all. His arm had been severed, which was why he had been unable to make contact with the ground on his right side.

Blood poured from Ben’s arm and he didn’t have long to act before he bled to death, so he waved a white flag of surrender. The Germans took him into custody and placed him inside the basement of what used to be a house. They bandaged his arm and saved his life by slowing the flow of blood. Little more than an hour later, the American infantry arrived and surrounded the Germans, rescuing Ben in the process. Had those Germans not tended to his wound, Ben likely would not have survived that hour he spent in their captivity.

~ The “Cripple” ~

Historic postcard of Lawson General Hospital (for amputees, among others) in Atlanta, GA. This is where the “Suitcase Incident” occurred between Ben and Hilda

Sent back to the US for medical care and additional surgery, Ben was devastated by his injury. Surely Hilda wouldn’t want to marry him now. Doubtless recalling his own crippled father, whose wife had divorced him after his injury, Ben just knew that Hilda would want nothing to do with him now.

At the Army hospital in Atlanta, Hilda did come to visit Ben, but he was sullen and anxious, bracing himself for the news she was surely there to bring him: that their engagement was over.

When Hilda met Ben outside his hospital, they embraced. She then placed her suitcase on the ground and waited, typical of young ladies at the time who expected their “fellas” to carry such burdens for them. This made Ben a little angry.

“Why did she just leave her suitcase in front of me like that,” he wondered. “Can’t she see I’m a cripple?” [Ben’s word for a disabled person]

Hilda’s next action was even more shocking–

As Ben struggled to heft the suitcase with one arm on a recently unbalanced and sick-starved thin body, Hilda stopped at the entrance to the hospital and waited. Ladies often stopped at doors back then, expecting the gentlemen nearby to open the door for them. But how was Ben supposed to open that door for her while holding such a heavy suitcase with his only arm?

Frustrated but undaunted, Ben strained himself as he put down the suitcase, opened the door for Hilda, kept it open with his shoulder, then reached back for the suitcase again. He struggled to keep the door open, see Hilda safely though, and get himself through the door without dropping that suitcase. But it was then, in the sweat and frustration of that grueling moment, that Ben began to understand what was happening–

ben-and-hilda-on-double-date“She’s not treating me like a cripple.”

By dropping her suitcase and expecting Ben to open doors for her, Hilda was showing Ben that she still saw him as a capable, strong, chivalrous man. She wasn’t breaking off their engagement; she was going to marry her war hero!

Hilda married Ben and followed him to Idaho–a foreign land to her, but a place that she would call home for the rest of her life, despite painful homesickness for her Native New Jersey. With time, she grew to love the forested, mountain views of this new home as much as she loved the soldier boy who had stolen her heart.

Ben and Hilda raised five children, and one of them later brought me into this world.

So this Valentine’s day, I am remembering a valiant war hero, the faithful young woman who married him despite what some might call “disability,” and the life they shared together until Grandma Hilda’s death in 1988. Ben worked blue collar jobs full-time until retirement, and never acted “disabled,” thanks to Hilda’s refusal to see him as such. He soldered their wedding bands together after Hilda’s death, then wore them around his neck every day. He joined Hilda “on the other side” in 2011.

I love you and miss you, Grandma and Grandpa!


Ben and Hilda’s wedding day; look closely and you will see his prosthetic hand. I never saw him wear it, though. He ditched it in his later years and learned to live just fine with his one arm, because his wife made him feel whole without it.

Sweet Serendipities:

~ Ben’s dad lost a limb then lost his wife; Ben lost a limb but gained a wife. His story is one of triumph in the same situation!

~ I was later called to serve a mission for my church to Italy, where my grandfather lost his arm.

~ I chose May 1st as my wedding date, before ever seeing the date on my grandfather’s fateful dance ticket (posted above).

~ I had forgotten Grandpa’s hospital was in Atlanta, yet my mom was just in Atlanta this week (visiting friends-so-close-we-call-them-relatives), so maybe her trip caused Grandpa and Grandma to relive some precious memories together. Could they be the ones who prompted me to write this blog post today?


Patients at Lawson General Hospital (Atlanta, GA), circa 1944 (summer)


P.S. here is a picture of some patients at Lawson General Hospital in Atlanta that year. How I wish I knew who they were–please share this post in cyberspace, and maybe we can pass it on to some of their descendants:

Interested in a Pursuing a Genealogy Credential?


I will be leading the upcoming FREE study group offered by the International Commission for Accreditation of Professional Genealogists for those who want to apply to take their exam to earn the Accredited Genealogist® credential.

To demonstrate an interest in participating in my study group, fill out the form at this web page under the “Study Group Interest Form” link:


I hope to see you there! 🙂

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New Italian-Language Genealogy Book

Hot off the presses in Italy, a new Italian-language book about genealogy research in the bel paese!

I just ordered my own copy, and Amazon Italia tells me it will be here sometime in June, so stay tuned for my review, which I will have ready sometime next month! 🙂

Click the image to view where to purchase a copy:


Click to view in Amazon Italia

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My Review in the APGQ

I recently wrote a review of Robert Charles Anderson’s book Elements of Genealogical Analysis, an excellent book that I recommend for all serious genealogy researchers:

My review was published in the Dec. 2014 issue of the Association of Professional Genealogists Quarterly:

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New Italian Document Transcription on My Site

I sometimes tell my top-performing university students that their excellent research reports would make for great advertisements on their web sites once they become professional genealogists. But then it occurred to me: I had never posted sample work products on my own site!

So in order to set a better example for my students, I plan to start rolling out samples of my genealogy work products in the coming months.

This week, I added to my web site a 1700’s Italian letter that I translated and transcribed for a client. I post it here with the client’s permission, and hope it adequately illustrates just how fun Italian genealogy research can be. These old, often deteriorating, documents make for fun reading, don’t they? I couldn’t imagine a career more exciting than genealogy!

To see my eventual transcription and translation of this document, click on the image itself:

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New Italian American Biography Publication Announced

I’m excited to announce the publication of another book about Luigi Del Bianco, the Mount Rushmore sculptor featured in Lou Bianco’s book In the Shadow of the Mountain:

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Del Bianco is described by the author as “the man who saved Jefferson’s face and brought Lincoln’s eyes to life.”

The second book about Del Bianco is set for release in May of 2014, according to a recent press release.

I can’t wait to read it! 🙂

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Infographic: Genealogy Evidence and Proof

Some changes were made to genealogy standards over the summer; with the publication of Dr. Thomas W. Jones’ text Mastering Genealogical Proof  by the National Genealogical Society in June, I had to revise my genealogy proof infographic  to reflect the additional categories of sources, evidence, and information contained in Jones’ book. Below is the revised infographic of those concepts, in my own words, and I will be revising it again after the February release of the new BCG standards manual if I note any changes, so stay tuned to this post for any edits/updates! 🙂

Genealogy evidence summary

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The Other Side of My Forensic Genealogy Work

A recent article in Popular Science shows the KIA/POW soldier remains repatriation efforts in which I am involved as a forensic genealogist for US Army Contractor SNA International.

Here is a link to the full article: http://www.popsci.com/technology/article/2013-08/robotic-search-wwii-airmen

While these brave men are pulling downed planes form the ocean, I am on the other side of the story, researching the descendants of the soldiers aboard such planes, so that a living DNA donor can be found to help identify those remains: