Currently I am working to build out the Cox line of my family tree. I hate to leave a branch completely unresearched. I try to find a minimal amount of information on everyone that I might share DNA with just in case it becomes useful to someone someday. Even if that person is not me.

Today I was fleshing out a fifth cousin, Nell. Granted, she will not make it into the family history I am assembling, but my genealogy OCD is alive and well and I felt obligated to learn what I could about my cousin. Nell was listed in both her parents’ obituaries in 1989 and 1991 with a married name. When I was sorting through her hints on Ancestry, it gave me a marriage record, but the name did not match what I had for 1989. A divorce record was located prior to 1989 so the next logical step was to search the newspapers for a second marriage announcement. Her surname in 1989 did not appear to be overly common so I went with that.

A marriage announcement for Nell in the four year window in California did not populate using the new surname, however, there were a few articles with a byline for the night city editor with the Los Angeles Times. What were the chances? Could this guy be Nell’s husband? I clicked on one. It started out “I did not want to go: I didn’t believe in doctors.” The writer proceeds to describe how he’s been getting in shape in the past few years and this doctor’s visit. Unfortunately, the EKG was abnormal and the doctors thought he was in the middle of a heart attack! He then mentions his wife’s name, Nell. BINGO! I found the second husband…and several genealogical details about Nell.

I almost skipped over the article by Nell’s husband…but I didn’t. Something made me read it. It’s important to turn over all those stones, even if they are the size of pea gravel. You never know what is hidden underneath.