Here's my story:Once upon a time there was a man named Solomon Jacobs. He married a named Whinney. They had four children, Andrew, William, Mary Anne, and Sinah. One day there was a big war that was to be fought. Andrew, the eldest, and William, the second oldest, were enticed by it. THEY WANTED TO FIGHT. So, when Andy was 19 and Willy was 18, they enlisted in the Confederate Army. They were in the 48th Regiment of Virgina. Andy was in Company I and Willy was in Company D. Both fought very hard (even though I think they were fighting for the wrong side).One day they came home. Or maybe only one came home, I am not sure. Anyways, they (or one) got married and had children, who had children, who had children. One of the great grandchildren got married and had a boy. And that boy is my daddy, so the name Jacobs was passed on.
Before I go I would like to say that I think Andy is my great-great-great-great grandfather becasue his middle name started with an R, for Robert, m
2007-05-18
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