Grave Consequences Has an Expected Date of Birth

By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams

I’m so excited to finally have a tentative date for publication of my first novel. The thing is, it isn’t carved in stone so I can’t share it with you yet. If you’d like to be one of the first to hear the date and if you’d like to be on my launch team, sign up for my newsletter and you’ll be among the first to know.

Don’t know what a launch team is? Some authors call it their street team or their dream team. These are people who agree to help you get out word about an upcoming book or event, such as a book signing. For the most part, I’ll be doing all the work, you agree to share memes I’ll be making with everyone you reach, spread word any way you can. Plus, I would greatly appreciate it if you’d pray for me and for this book. If you can do nothing but pray, believe me, that is huge. This book isn’t going anywhere without God there to guide it.

A Discovery Worth the Twenty-Year Wait

By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams

Last week I told you about genetic traits which have been passed down in my family for generations, indeed, since at least the 1500s. This week, I’d like to continue with genealogy.

My sister and I began our search for our roots about twenty years ago. When we first began this journey, we were helped by having been given a copy of a two-volume set of books titled, The DuPre Trail, compiled with the years of research done by Emimae Pritchard Langley. While we may not have known much about our father’s side of the family at the time, having these books greatly helped in our being able to piece together our DuPree tree. We are forever indebted to Mrs. Langley.

Voices of the Past

By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams

The Headstone of my GGG Grandparents

Y’all know that I’m into charting the genealogies of my family. I’ve been working on some lines for as long as twenty years, maybe even more. With a few, I got lucky, or rather, blessed. There were people who did the foot work long before I became interested. And when I say foot work, I mean literal walking through courthouses, libraries, and cemeteries, not to mention, vacant fields where old homesteads once sat. I imagine they spent hours rummaging through dusty, old documents in search of that one paper that would tell them this is who you are.