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Tuesday, February 10, 2026


Your ancestors didn’t just exist in records. They lived full lives—and newspapers quietly recorded them.


When people think about genealogy research, they often picture census records, birth certificates, or maybe an obituary clipped from an old scrapbook. But for Black family historians, newspapers are one of the most powerful and underused sources available. Long before many of our ancestors were fully documented in official records, newspapers were quietly recording their lives between the lines.


Newspapers tell fuller stories. And those stories matter.


Why Newspapers Matter in Black Genealogy

For much of American history, Black lives were overlooked, misrecorded, or excluded entirely from government records. Enslaved people were rarely named. Free Black people were often grouped together without detail. Newspapers, however imperfect, often captured moments that official records ignored.


You might find a short notice about a church picnic, a court case, a business opening, a school honor roll, or a community fundraiser. These everyday moments reveal something powerful: our ancestors lived full lives. They worked, worshipped, celebrated, struggled, and built communities.


Even when names are missing, context can be everything!


Looking Beyond Obituaries

Obituaries are valuable, but they are not the only place Black ancestors appear in newspapers. In fact, relying only on obituaries can cause researchers to miss rich details hiding in plain sight.


Here are some sections to explore:

  • Local news columns: These often reported who visited whom, who was sick, or who moved away.

  • Church and society pages: Black churches frequently appeared in both Black-owned and white-owned papers.

  • Court notices and legal ads: These may list witnesses, defendants, land sales, or estate matters involving Black individuals.

  • Employment ads and labor news: These can show occupations, skills, and economic conditions.

  • School and education news: Lists of students, teachers, and graduates appear more often than you might expect.


Each small mention adds a brushstroke to your ancestor’s story.


When I talk about looking beyond obituaries, I am not speaking in theory. I have seen the power of newspapers in my own family research. My paternal great-grandmother, Cora Bell Williams Woodard (1897–1957), appears in the Anniston Star at least 31 times. Thirty-one times. That number alone tells me something important. She was active. She was visible. She mattered.


The articles about her are not limited to her death. In fact, most of them have nothing to do with her obituary. They appear in church columns, community updates, organizational news, and social notes. Each mention adds another layer to who she was.


Woman in a patterned dress sits on a white rocking chair, smiling in a garden setting. Black and white photo, with lush greenery behind her.
My paternal great-grandmother, Cora Bell Williams Woodard (1897 - 1957)

Cora Bell Williams Woodard was a native of Georgia. She moved to Anniston, Alabama, in

the 1930s, during a time when many Black families were searching for work, stability, and opportunity. Moving to a new city was not easy, especially for a Black woman in the Jim Crow South. Yet once she arrived, she did not simply blend into the background. She stepped forward.


Through Mount Olive Baptist Church, she helped create one of the first kindergarten classes in the community. That detail stopped me in my tracks. Kindergarten was not common in many Black communities at that time, especially in the South. Resources were limited. Schools for Black children were often underfunded. But my great-grandmother and others saw a need and did something about it. They made a way for young children to start learning earlier. She also created the first Boy Scout troop, where my dad and his cousins were the first members. That tells me she believed in education and in building something that would last.


Newspaper articles also describe her as a Sunday school teacher. That role meant more than standing in front of a class once a week. Sunday school teachers shaped values, faith, and discipline. They mentored children and supported families. In many Black communities, the church was the center of social life. It was a place of worship, yes, but also a meeting hall, a planning space, and a safe place to gather. Serving there meant leadership.


Text listing individuals from Anniston attending the National Baptist Convention in Kansas City, mentioning several reverends and Mrs. Bessie Mae Washington.
Members of the National Baptist Convention travel to Kansas City, Missouri, for their annual conference.

She was also a member of the National Baptist Convention. That organization connected Black churches across the country. Membership suggests she was part of something bigger than her local congregation. She understood that faith communities could organize, educate, and advocate on a national level.


Even more interesting was that she was a member of the NAACP. During the 1930s and 1940s, membership in the NAACP was not casual. It was an act of courage. Black citizens who joined civil rights organizations often faced threats, job loss, and violence. Her membership tells me she believed in justice. She was willing to stand for change. She also traveled to Kansas City, Missouri, and Washington, DC, to attend the larger meeting for these organizations.


When I piece together all these newspaper mentions, I see a woman who was more than a wife and mother. She was a community builder. She was a teacher. She was an organizer. She was a trailblazer in Anniston.


And yet, every time I access those newspaper pages, I feel something else too. I feel offended.


All of the articles about her community service and activism appear in a section of the Star titled “Activities of Colored People.” Seeing that heading in print reminds me of the segregation that shaped her life. Black achievements were not simply listed alongside everyone else’s. They were separated. Labeled. Boxed in.


Vintage Black newspaper spread with magnifying glass highlighting a small church community notice column

The same newspaper that praised her work also reflected a system that treated her community as different and unequal. Even the language used in some articles can feel instant or patronizing. The page's formatting itself tells a story of division.


As a researcher, I am grateful. Without those newspapers, I might never have known about the kindergarten she helped establish or the organizations she joined. I would not see how often her name appeared in print. I would not understand how deeply rooted she was in her community.


But as her great-granddaughter, I feel the sting of history. I imagine her turning those same newspaper pages decades ago. Did she notice the section titles? Did she feel pride seeing her name in print? Did she feel frustration at the limits placed on her world? I will never know for sure.


What I do know is this: she lived fully in the space she was given. She created opportunities where little existed. She built institutions that served others. She helped shape young minds. She stood for civil rights. She left fingerprints across her community, and the newspapers proved it.


Cora Bell Williams-Woodard's newspaper obituary in the Anniston Star, 1957.
Cora Bell Williams-Woodard's newspaper obituary in the Anniston Star, 1957.

Those 31 mentions are more than clippings. They are evidence of impact.

Newspapers often reduce people to small paragraphs, but when those paragraphs are gathered together, they tell a powerful story. In my great-grandmother’s case, they reveal leadership, faith, courage, and commitment. They show a woman who loved her family and extended that love outward to her community.


I will always be offended by the labels and the segregation I see on those pages. But I will also feel pride and gratitude. Proud that her name appears again and again. Proud that she did not live quietly. Proud that she made sure the next generation would start school ready to learn. And grateful for the only opportunity to learn about this woman from whom I descend, because no one ever shared this information.


Reading those newspapers reminds me that our ancestors were never just statistics. They were organizers, teachers, believers, and fighters. Even in divided columns of ink, their strength shines through.


The Power of the Black Press

Black-owned newspapers are especially valuable. Publications like The Chicago Defender, The Pittsburgh Courier, and The Afro-American reported on Black life with care, pride, and detail. They covered achievements, injustices, migration stories, and community milestones that white newspapers often ignored or distorted.


If your ancestors lived in or passed through major cities during the Great Migration, Black newspapers can help trace their movements and motivations. Job listings, travel notices, and letters to the editor often explain why families moved and what they hoped to find.


These papers remind us that Black history was being written in real time by Black voices.


Reading Between the Lines

Not every mention will be obvious. Some articles use outdated or offensive language. Others may only reference a first name, a nickname, or a role instead of a full identity. This is where careful reading comes in.


Ask yourself:

  • Who is being discussed, even if unnamed?

  • What neighborhood, church, or workplace is mentioned?

  • Who appears repeatedly in the same column?


Patterns can point you toward family connections, community networks, and shared experiences. Newspapers reward patience.


Where to Find Historic Newspapers


Many historic newspapers are now digitized and searchable online. Some of the most helpful resources include:


  • Chronicling America (Library of Congress): Free access to historic U.S. newspapers.

  • Newspapers.com and GenealogyBank: Subscription sites with powerful search tools.

  • State archives and local libraries: Often host digitized or microfilmed local papers.

  • University collections: Especially strong for Black press publications.


Try searching by name, address, church name, employer, or event.


Bringing the Stories Home

When you find a newspaper clipping about your ancestor—even a small one—pause and imagine the moment. A wedding announcement. A labor dispute. A church anniversary. These are proof points of existence and resilience.


For descendants of enslaved people, especially, newspapers can bridge painful gaps left by slavery and segregation. They remind us that our people were not invisible, even when the system tried to erase them.


A Call to Action

This Black History Month, challenge yourself to go beyond the basics. Look past the headline records. Dig into newspapers. Read between the lines. Because our ancestors were there. They always were.


Preserving and telling our stories is an act of claiming space in history. And our stories are waiting to be found.


Sources

"Mt. Olive Baptist Church Activities." Newspapers.com. The Anniston Star, February 1, 1948. https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-anniston-star-mt-olive-baptist-chur/191204525/.


"Services Slated For Local Woman—Cora Williams Woodard." Newspapers.com. The Anniston Star, November 10, 1957. https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-anniston-star-services-slated-for-lo/191222982/.


Library of Congress. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Accessed January 2026. https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov.


Miller, Edward A. “Using African American Newspapers for Genealogical Research.” National Archives Prologue Magazine. Accessed January 2026. https://www.archives.gov/publications/prologue.


Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. “The Black Press.” Accessed January 2026. https://nmaahc.si.edu.


Newspapers.com. “African American Genealogy Research with Newspapers.” Accessed January 2026. https://www.newspapers.com.

 
 
 

February 14, 2026


DNA can quietly confirm what we suspected—or completely unravel what we believed.

Red paper hearts hang on a string with wooden clothespins against a white background, creating a festive, romantic atmosphere.

Happy Valentine’s Day. If you know anything about me, you know that I have a great LOVE and PASSION for family history. I truly do. I love the stories, the connections, the discoveries, and even the challenges. Family history is more than research to me. It is work done from my heart!


And sometimes, the work is heartbreaking and complicated.


Woman in glasses reads documents at a wooden desk. Laptop shows a colorful pie chart. Warm lighting, genealogy chart, and coffee mug visible.
Genealogist studying DNA matches.

DNA has changed the way I approach genealogy. For many of us, especially in Black family history research, DNA can open doors that records never could. It can reconnect branches broken by slavery, migration, and silence. But I have learned something important along the way: discovery does not always come with preparation.


DNA can reveal unexpected family connections. And when it does, it can change what we thought we knew.

When I first began working with DNA in my research, I saw it as a powerful tool. I expected ethnicity estimates, new surnames, and maybe a few distant cousins. What I did not fully expect was how personal it would feel when the results did not match the stories.


Unexpected DNA connections can show up in many ways. A close match you have never heard of. A parent, sibling, or cousin who was never mentioned. A biological line that does not align with family tradition. When that happens, it can stop you in your tracks.

When it comes to DNA matches, my most frequent saying is, “DNA doesn’t lie, people do.” And I say it because I have seen it over and over again. It can be aggravating.

Family stories sometimes shift. Details get softened. Secrets get buried. But DNA reflects biology, not memory. That does not mean people always lie on purpose. Sometimes people protect themselves. Sometimes they protect others. Sometimes they are protecting pain that has never healed.


Still, when DNA results contradict what you were told, it can feel unsettling. There is something powerful about seeing percentages and shared centimorgans quietly challenge decades of belief. Shock, frustration, grief, and confusion can rise all at once. I have felt it. I have seen clients sit silently in that moment when the screen tells a different story.


But I have also seen something else.


I have thoroughly embraced the cousins I have discovered through DNA. We share kin, we share history, and we share blood.



Smartphone shows genealogy percentages for West Africa. Nearby, handwritten family names on lined paper with a pencil. Light wooden table.
Percentages from various regions from my results.

Some of those connections began with cautious messages and simple introductions. Over time, they turned into shared photographs, exchanged documents, and conversations about grandparents and great-grandparents whose names we both recognized. In those moments, DNA was not disruptive. It was restorative. It reminded me that family lines that were once separated can find their way back together.

And this is where DNA connects directly to something I wrote about earlier in The Emotional Impact of Genealogy Research.


In that post, I talked about the emotional weight that historical records can carry. A bill of sale listing enslaved ancestors. A probate file dividing human beings as property. A newspaper notice that separates families with a few cold sentences. Records can hurt.

DNA can hurt, too.


Records tell us what happened. DNA tells us who we are biologically connected to. Records are ink on paper. DNA connects living people in real time.


For Black genealogists, this can feel especially heavy. Many of us discover unexpected European ancestry tied to slavery. Others match descendants of enslavers. Some uncover family lines shaped by violence and power imbalances that were never discussed openly. History does not stay in the past when it shows up in your DNA results.

When that happens, I remind myself of something I have learned through both records and DNA: genealogy is emotional labor.


We are not just researchers. We are descendants. We carry the stories we uncover.

That is why I encourage people to pause before reacting to unexpected DNA results. You do not have to message a new match immediately. You do not have to share the news at the next family gathering. You are allowed to sit with it.


I also think about ethics. Just because DNA reveals something to me does not mean everyone involved is ready to hear it. Some people test for curiosity. Some for health reasons. Some without realizing what might surface. If I reach out to someone, I ask myself: Am I prepared for any response? Am I ready for silence? For denial? For emotion?

Respect matters.


I also remind myself that DNA is only one piece of the story. It works best alongside records, oral history, and historical context. Shared DNA can connect families across generations in ways that are not always obvious at first glance. Education helps. Understanding how inheritance works can prevent misunderstandings and unnecessary conflict.

But even with knowledge, the emotions are real.


When I say, “DNA doesn’t lie; people do,” I am not attacking family members. I am acknowledging that truth can be uncomfortable. Sometimes, silence felt safer in another generation. Sometimes survival required secrets. That does not make our ancestors weak. It reminds me how much they endured.



Man in glasses holds handwritten papers, looking stressed. Laptop shows a chart. Background has a family tree, warm lamp glows.
DNA can reveal unexpected family connections. And when it does, it can change what we thought we knew. It can be frustrating.

DNA does not erase the family that raised you. It does not cancel love, loyalty, or lived experience. It simply adds another layer to the story.


In The Emotional Impact of Genealogy Research I talked about grounding yourself when documents feel overwhelming. The same advice applies here. Step away from the screen. Take a breath. Journal your thoughts. Seek support from trusted friends or fellow genealogists who understand the complexity of this work.


Our ancestors survived systems designed to erase them. Their resilience lives in us. Unexpected DNA discoveries do not diminish that strength. If anything, they reveal how layered and complicated our stories truly are.


DNA can open doors. It can reconnect branches. It can answer questions we have carried for years. But it can also shift foundations.


That does not mean we stop searching.


It means we search with care.


As I continue this journey, I hold both truths at the same time. Discovery is powerful. And so is compassion.


Genealogy is not just about finding names. It is about honoring the full truth of our stories, even when that truth surprises us.


And when it does, I remind myself: honesty may be aggravating, but it is also freeing.



Sources

  1. Bettinger, Blaine T. The Family Tree Guide to DNA Testing and Genetic Genealogy. Cincinnati: Family Tree Books, 2019. https://familytreemagazine.com.

  2. International Society of Genetic Genealogy. “Understanding DNA Match Lists.” Accessed January 2026. https://isogg.org.

  3. U.S. National Archives and Records Administration. “African American Genealogy Resources.” Accessed January 2026. https://www.archives.gov/research/african-americans.


 
 
 

February 13, 2026


What do you do when the truth about your family changes how you see everything? Pause!


Woman in black shirt works at a desk with open ledgers and papers; file shelves and corkboard with notes in background. Focused mood.
That's me! Researching for a client in the Fairfield County courthouse in South Carolina in 2021.

This month, I have written about names, land, newspapers, and DNA discoveries. Each story reminds us that genealogy is more than dates and documents. Today, I want to pause and talk honestly about something we do not discuss enough: the emotional impact of genealogy research.


For me, this work is deeply personal.


My heart breaks every time I receive a message from a DNA cousin who does not know who their parents are. These messages are never just about centimorgans or match lists. They are about identity. They are about belonging. They are about someone searching for the truth of who they are when that truth was hidden, denied, or never spoken aloud. I answer their questions carefully, but I feel the weight of their uncertainty long after I close my email.


At the same time, I feel anger.


Over the years, I have heard too many stories about people discovering they were lied to about their parentage. In many cases, those lies came from mothers. That reality is complicated. My first-hand experiences, my research, and private conversations have forced me to question the character and choices of people I have known my entire life. I did not expect genealogy to challenge my view of family in this way, but it has.


Person holding DNA test item, sitting at a table with a DNA test kit, papers, a pen, and a glass of water. Warm, indoor setting.
Discovering long-lost relatives through DNA can be exhilarating and heartbreaking.

As the family historian (on both sides), I carry stories that are not mine. I know things others do not know. I see patterns others have not noticed. And even when I feel strong emotions about what I uncover, I am determined to keep certain secrets and respect people’s choices. That responsibility weighs on me. I never want to disrespect or offend anyone. At the same time, when someone reaches out asking about their ancestors, I feel the pull to tell them everything I know. Holding truth and silence in the same space is exhausting. It is part of the emotional impact of genealogy research that few people talk about openly.


Then there is the pain of discovering who enslaved my ancestors.


Title page of "Slave Narratives," a 1941 collection of interviews with former slaves, prepared by the Federal Writers' Project.
Title page of "Slave Narratives," a 1941 collection of interviews with former slaves, prepared by the Federal Writers' Project.

When I identify an enslaver in a probate file or bill of sale, the name on the page is not just historical information. It is a reminder of ownership. Of power. Of cruelty. We have visual references from films like 12 Years a Slave and Roots that help us understand what enslavement looked like. But the records make it personal. The words in the Works

Progress Administration (WPA) Federal Writer Project, or what is known as the WPA Slave narratives—stories of forced migration, separation from children, and families never reunited—are not distant history. They are echoes of my own bloodline.


Reading those records does not just make me sad. It makes me angry.


But I have learned something important through this journey. The emotional impact of genealogy research does not mean I should stop. It means I must be intentional about how I continue.


Research culture often tells us to keep digging. Solve the mystery. Break through every brick wall. Yet I have learned that genealogy is not a race. It is sacred work. And sacred work requires care. When I feel tense, tearful, or overwhelmed after a research session, I pause. I step away from the records. I remind myself that protecting my well-being is not weakness. It is wisdom.


I set boundaries now. I limit how long I sit with difficult documents. I balance painful discoveries with stories of resilience—land ownership, church leadership, military service, education, and entrepreneurship. Black history is not only about trauma. It is also about triumph.


I journal after hard discoveries. Writing helps me release emotions instead of carrying them quietly. I connect with other Black genealogists who understand that this work can stir up grief and anger at the same time—community matters. Sometimes just hearing, “I’ve felt that too,” is enough to steady me.


Pink book titled Family History with a pen, surrounded by vintage photos and letters on a wooden table, alongside a vase with pink flowers.
I journal to capture and process my feelings about my discoveries.

The anger I feel when uncovering injustice does not disappear. It transforms.

If I have vengeance, it is this: I will tell my ancestors’ stories to the best of my ability. I will refuse to let their lives be reduced to property lists or statistics. I will show my family that, despite everything meant to erase us, we are still here. We have overcome. And we are still overcoming.


That is why pausing matters.


My Black History Month series has explored identity through naming traditions, dignity through newspapers, surprises through DNA, and freedom through land ownership. Today’s reflection is about sustainability. To my fellow family historians, if we are going to continue this work for the next generation, we must acknowledge the emotional impact of genealogy research and care for ourselves along the way.


The records will still be there tomorrow.


Our ancestors endured more than we can imagine. Honoring them means telling their stories with courage. It also means being gentle with ourselves when the truth feels heavy. Protect your heart. Take the pause. Then continue the work.


Sources

  1. National Archives. Researching African American Ancestors.https://www.archives.gov/research/african-americans

  2. Library of Congress. Born in Slavery: Slave Narratives from the Federal Writers’ Project.https://www.loc.gov/collections/slave-narratives-from-the-federal-writers-project

  3. Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture. Talking About Race and History.https://nmaahc.si.edu/learn/talking-about-race

 
 
 

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