The Great Grandfather That Never Was: Otto Stanley

I’m not sure how to start this post but I’ve been mulling over what I’ve learned recently and thinking about the impact of it all and how it has eventually lead to me. At a young age, I was adopted by my step-father.  I never knew my father and had heard stories about him growing up but wondered more about his background and his family, more than him himself.  While I have met him once (that’s quite the story for another day), I am getting to know more about his ancestors than he likely ever will.  For instance, my great grandfather who

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