
They say genealogy is a disease. The "bug" bit me in late 1995, midway between celebrating my parent's 50th wedding anniversary and my father's 80th birthday. I suppose it was either a sense of my own mortality or that of the Johnson name that made me want to know about those who came before me. In any event, I began a process that will continue the rest of my life.In a tribute to my ancestors' long journeys and many hardships, I am attempting to preserve their history. This web page follows their trails, and these are their stories.
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