First off, my apologies for any Leonard Legends spam you may have received earlier today. I was implementing a new “feature” here at Leonard Legends & Legacies and inadvertently added something like 166 “new” posts to the site. What they really were, were a handful of articles from a few of my favorite genealogical-type bloggers.

It’s all a very thinly-veiled attempt to cover up my own inadequacies in my blogological (it is TOO a word) duties. I’ve been neither attentive nor diligent about my family history or this site in recent weeks and I’m not sure it’s going to get any better in the foreseeable future.

C’mon now, have you really read all those obituaries and not given any thought to your own? How do you want people to remember you? Do you really want to leave your obituary in the hands of someone who might be guessing?

Why should writing your own obituary be any different than creating a will or granting power of attorney? You don’t even have to finish it because, let’s face it, most of us won’t see the grim reaper coming….

Spoiler alert! If you are now or ever were a believer in Santa Claus, this post may disrupt your space-time continuum to one degree or another. You’ve been warned.

Santa Claus is dead and buried in Saline County, Missouri. Or Rockingham County, North Carolina. Or Akron, Oho. It depends on which Santa Claus you’re looking for. There are quite literally hundreds of Santas listed in Ancestry.com’s databases.

Remember “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon”? It’s a trivia game based on the concept of the small world phenomenon and rests on the assumption that any actor can be linked through his or her film roles to actor Kevin Bacon within six steps. (Description lifted directly from WikiPedia.)

To be honest, the concept of the “Human Web” has been around a lot longer that that, but let’s digress no further. To get to the point, what do you think the chances are that you and I are connected to The POTUS (President of the United States)? I’ll tell you… 100%.

Time flies, and all that crap. And yes, I should’ve thought of a more creative title for “Letters, pt. deux.” Get over it.

When we last spoke, I promised to share a bit of what my g-g-grandfather had to say about his cabin, and the traffic that passed by the front of it. The cabin, as you might’ve guessed, is the very one pictured here, taken from the original painting (done from memory) in 1899.