Don’t Let America Lose Its Archives

Ironically, photo of NARA Chicago from the National Archives.

On 23 June 2026, the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA) announced plans to close two of its regional archive, Chicago and San Francisco, within the next three years. According to the announcement, the transfer of records could begin as early as August 2026.

For many Americans, this may sound like another government reorganization.

It is not.

It is a decision that could fundamentally change access to some of our nation’s most important historical records.

As genealogists, we understand something many people do not: once access to records is reduced, it is rarely restored.

More Than Buildings

Regional archives are not warehouses filled with dusty boxes.

They are active research centers where historians, attorneys, journalists, veterans, students, tribal researchers, authors, and genealogists access the original federal records that document our nation’s history.

The Chicago and San Francisco facilities preserve millions of records that are unique to their regions. Many have never been digitized. Many exist nowhere else.

These collections include federal court records, naturalizations, military records, customs records, Native American records, immigration files, maps, photographs, engineering drawings, and countless other documents that researchers rely upon every day.

Without these facilities, access becomes more difficult, more expensive, and potentially unavailable for extended periods while records are relocated.

“Everything Is Online”

It isn’t. That may be the biggest misconception surrounding these proposed closures.

Despite remarkable progress in digitization, only a small percentage of NARA’s holdings are available online. Billions of pages remain accessible only by visiting an archive or requesting assistance from knowledgeable archivists.

Even when records have been scanned, researchers frequently need to examine the original document. Marginal notes, seals, handwriting, attached correspondence, paper characteristics, and filing context often provide clues that digital images cannot fully capture.

As every experienced genealogist knows, the answer to a decades-old mystery is sometimes found in a note scribbled in the margin or in the document tucked behind the one you expected to find.

This Became Personal

This issue struck particularly close to home for me.

As many of my readers know, I am currently pursuing Croatian dual citizenship based on my family heritage. One of the requirements for my application involved obtaining federal records from the National Archives at Chicago.

Those records are not simply interesting historical documents.

They are legal evidence.

Without them, my citizenship application could not move forward.

That experience reminded me that regional archives do far more than preserve history.

Every day they help individuals prove history.

Veterans rely upon them to document military service.

Families use them to establish citizenship.

Attorneys obtain records for legal proceedings.

Tribal communities document their heritage.

Historians uncover stories that have remained hidden for generations.

These are working institutions that continue to serve the public every day.

Questions That Deserve Answers

NARA has announced the closures. What researchers still do not know is equally important.

Where, exactly, will every collection be transferred?

Will related collections remain together?

How long will records be unavailable during the move?

Will enough archivists accompany the collections?

Will the receiving facilities have sufficient space and staffing?

Will public access remain at its current level?

These are not minor administrative details. They determine whether researchers can continue their work or whether projects that have taken years to build suddenly come to a halt.

Once Access Is Lost…

History teaches us that reduced access is seldom temporary.

Archives close. Staffing is reduced. Reading rooms become more difficult to use.

Travel costs increase. Fewer people can conduct research.

Eventually, stories remain undiscovered, not because the records disappeared, but because reaching them became too difficult.

History is not lost only when records are destroyed.

It is also lost when people can no longer access them.

Every Box Represents Someone’s Story

Every archival box contains more than paper. It contains a soldier’s pension application. An immigrant’s naturalization papers. A widow’s claim. A Native American land file. A ship manifest. A federal court case. A map that explains why a community developed where it did. A single document that may answer a question a family has been asking for generations.

Collectively, these records tell America’s story, not just the stories of presidents and generals, but of ordinary people whose lives built this nation.

Now Is the Time to Act

Once these facilities close, reopening them is unlikely.

If you believe America’s documentary heritage should remain accessible to future generations, now is the time to speak.

Sign the petition TODAY and share it with your FAN Club!

Contact your members of Congress.

Support the efforts of Save OUR National Archives (SONA).

Encourage your local genealogical or historical society to make its voice heard.

Share this issue with others who value history, transparency, and public access.

The National Archives do not belong to historians. They do not belong to genealogists. They belong to all Americans.

The records entrusted to NARA preserve our collective memory. Let’s not make it harder for future generations to discover who they are or where they came from.


Sources

National Archives and Records Administration. “National Archives Announces Plans for Regional Archives Realignment.” News release, 23 June 2026.

Save OUR National Archives (SONA). “Save Our National Archives.” Accessed 4 August 2026.

Organization of American Historians. “Saving America’s Story.” Accessed 4 August 2026.

Association of Professional Genealogists. Advocacy statement regarding proposed National Archives regional facility closures, 2026.

What Genealogy Teaches Us About Adaptability and Why It Matters Now

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One of the unexpected gifts of long-term genealogical research is that, over time, patterns begin to emerge that have very little to do with dates, titles, or coats of arms and everything to do with human behavior.

I noticed one of those patterns recently while working on my latest books, Echoes of Britannia and Roots in the Rhineland. With the help of Geni, my AI research assistant, I found myself asking a deceptively simple question: Why wasn’t the House of Leiningen showing up where I expected it to?

The Leiningens were powerful. They ruled for centuries in the Rhineland. They were well-established, well-documented, and, as anyone who has worked with their records knows, deeply entrenched in their regional authority. I had researched them extensively for Roots in the Rhineland, and their historical footprint is undeniable. Queen Victoria herself was a descendant through the Leiningen line.

So why, as I worked through the dense, interconnected dynastic webs of Echoes of Britannia, did they largely fail to appear?

At first glance, it felt like a contradiction. Powerful families tend to turn up everywhere in medieval and early modern genealogy. They marry into other ruling houses. Their daughters become conduits of influence. Their descendants sit at the crossroads of multiple dynasties. That’s how the familiar “game changers” of Europe, certain Norman, French, German, and British houses came to shape the continent. Their power wasn’t just territorial. It was relational.

The Leiningens were different.

What emerged, as I stepped back and examined the pattern rather than the pedigree, was a quiet but telling truth: power alone doesn’t guarantee connection. And connection, not longevity, is what determines whether a family becomes part of the larger historical network.

The House of Leiningen, for all its strength, was comparatively insular. They intermarried narrowly, largely within a familiar circle of similarly placed families. They prized internal continuity over outward alliance. They produced many sons and comparatively few daughters who married “out.” When their influence appears clearly on the broader European stage, it is remarkably late, through Queen Victoria in the nineteenth century, pulling them forward into modern royalty rather than embedding them deeply in the medieval dynastic webs that underpin so much of European history.

Their absence from those networks isn’t a failure of research. It’s evidence of a choice.

As I worked through this realization, another contrast became apparent. Other houses, some equally old, some initially just as regional, eventually made different decisions. They leaned less on purity of line and more on adaptability. They allowed daughters to become bridges. They accepted change when political and social realities shifted. In doing so, they became connectors rather than enclaves.

One phrase summed it up perfectly: they leaned into adaptability over purity.

That sentence stopped me in my tracks, because it didn’t just explain a genealogical pattern. It explained something much larger.

In genealogy, families that cling too tightly to the known and the comfortable don’t necessarily disappear. They continue. They endure. But they fade in influence. They slowly detach from the currents shaping the wider world. Their names persist, but their relevance narrows.

And the more I thought about it, the harder it was not to see the parallel in our own time.

We are living in an era where many institutions, organizations, and even families are doing precisely what the Leiningens once did: clinging to familiar structures because they feel safe, even when those structures no longer work. Change is framed as threat. Adaptation is mistaken for abandonment. Preservation of identity becomes resistance to growth.

The irony that genealogy keeps teaching me is that adaptation isn’t the enemy of continuity. It’s the reason continuity survives.

The most interconnected families in Echoes of Britannia didn’t become influential because they were the purest or the most rigid. They became influential because they were willing to form alliances, reconsider strategies, and respond to changing realities. They didn’t abandon who they were but they acknowledged the world around them.

The families that refused to adapt often believed they were protecting themselves. In reality, they were limiting their future options.

Stagnation in genealogy doesn’t look like failure. It looks like stability. It’s quiet. Respectable. Sometimes even admired. But over time, the effect is unmistakable: fewer connections, fewer points of influence, fewer reasons for others to engage.

That insight has been surprisingly personal. In my own family line, the Leiningen branch eventually produced one son… whose son produced one daughter … me. Historically speaking, that was considered an ending. Even today, I see lingering attitudes among distant relatives that quietly reinforce the same old hierarchies of value. The prejudice against women isn’t a modern invention. It’s the echo of centuries-old decisions.

Genealogy has a way of making these things visible, whether we want to see them or not.

And that’s the real lesson I keep coming back to: Genealogy isn’t just about where we came from. It’s about how systems behave over time. Families, like societies, don’t stagnate because they lack strength. They stagnate because they confuse familiarity with sustainability.

The houses that dominate European history didn’t do so by staying comfortable. They did so by understanding that connection, across regions, ideas, and people, is what allows anything to grow.

Perhaps that’s why genealogy feels so unexpectedly relevant right now. It reminds us that survival is not the same as progress, longevity is not the same as influence, and purity of lineage or of thought, rarely prepares anyone for a changing world.

Sometimes the most valuable historical lesson isn’t about who ruled, but who adapted.

And genealogy, if we let it, is very good at telling us which was which.

GenealogyAtHeart’s Top 10 of 2025

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Hello, 2026!

Before we officially bid 2025 adieu, let’s take a look at your Top 10 reader favorite posts here at GenealogyAtHeart.com:

  1. Disappearing Records: Indiana Genealogist Betrayed by Ancestry and FamilySearch!
  2. Need Records from NARA? Try This Game-Changer
  3. Are You Ever Done With Your Family History?
  4. How to Clean Your Ancestry Tree Without Paying for Pro Tools – Part 3
  5. Microsoft Copilot Work-Around
  6. When Ancestry.com’s Pro Tools Fail: A Professional Genealogist’s Experience with Ancestry Tree Checker – Part 2
  7. The Summer of My Genealogical Discontent, Lesson 8: What I’ve Learned (and Unlearned)
  8. Tie – The Summer of My Genealogical Discontent, Lesson 3: To Save or Not to Save!
  9. Tie – Why You Should Fill Out Lineage Society Applications
  10. When Ancestry.com’s Pro Tools Fail: A Genealogist’s Experience with Ancestry Tree Checker – Part 1

This list tells me a lot about you.

You’re actively using online genealogy platforms and you want to get the most out of them without wasting time or money. You care deeply about obtaining records, evaluating sources, and keeping your research accurate. And you’re not afraid to question tools when they don’t live up to the hype.

Good. Me neither.

In 2026, I’ll be sharing even more practical tips, honest reviews, and real-world work-arounds to help you research smarter not harder so keep checking back.

I’m also considering launching small, focused genealogy groups based on research needs, along with on-demand videos you can watch anytime. More details will be coming this summer.

And finally, let’s be honest, genealogy can be a lonely pursuit. Some of you may be thinking about joining a lineage society, or simply looking for a place where thoughtful discussion is welcome. Know this: you belong here. Genealogy At Heart is a community, and your comments, questions, and perspectives matter.

If you’d like to receive a free, just for the group monthly newsletter, email me at GenealogyAtHeart.com and I’ll add you to the list.

Here’s to curiosity, clarity, and good records in 2026!

Part 1: The Dream, the Deadline, and the Diocesan Detour

How the NARA records arrive via U.S. mail – both sides were cut open but thankfully, the records weren’t damaged. This was a resend (Thanks, NARA-Chicago! because the U.S. post office lost the first set.)

Have you ever stopped to wonder what happens to all the records you’ve created over your lifetime, the birth, baptism, school, marriage, employment, and so on? Truthfully, I hadn’t either. Not until last summer, when I embarked on a new family adventure: dual citizenship.

A Quick Note Before We Begin

I’m currently partnering with a new startup, citizenship.eu, which helps U.S. citizens navigate the process of applying for dual citizenship. When I shared this with my family, my adult kids immediately asked, “Wait, why aren’t we doing that?” Umm… good question. So we all jumped in, and as the keeper of the records, I became the designated gatherer.

That’s when I discovered something infuriating: even though I already had most of the records we needed, the consulate won’t accept them. All documents must be CERTIFIED. In other words, I had to go out and get them all. Again.

We made the decision on a Tuesday in late July. I emailed the consulate that night and received instructions the next morning. Efficient start, right? I immediately submitted requests for records from places too far to visit in person (Arizona and Florida), and then started prepping for the in-person trek. I affixed stickies to each document listing the archive’s name, phone number, address, and hours of operation. My plan:

  • Tuesday – Chicago
  • Wednesday – Indiana
  • Thursday – Ohio
    Two weeks, tops. I’d be done and have the documents. Right?

Ah, sweet optimism. Within days, that dream timeline was toast and by the end of the second week, I would’ve been thrilled to finish in three months. I’m still waiting for one! Why the delay?

Let’s just say I discovered firsthand that archival recordkeeping in the United States is a certified disaster.

And So It Begins…

My first unexpected hurdle? Tracking down my own church wedding record.

We were married at our university chapel, which has since closed, so I called the diocese to ask where the records had gone. They gave me the name of a parish to contact. I left a message. A few hours later, I got a call back: Wrong church. I was told to try another.

Funny twist, the new secretary and I realized we had a strange connection: our husbands had once taught at neighboring schools and knew each other. Small world. I sent off another email. No response. I called the next day and was told it went to spam. Okay… but if they knew that, why hadn’t they, you know, read it and responded?

Next email I received was that there was NO record. I was told someone else would need to look at it in a few days. Five days later, I received an email: “We found the entry, but we can’t read the handwriting, so we can’t create a new certificate.” Lucky for them, I had a scan of the original. I sent it digitally. Five days after that, a new certificate arrived in the mail except it was typed up with the wrong church.

Cue another email.

The Sacrament Shuffle

Next came one of our children’s baptismal certificates. But the other child, I was told the church refused to issue it because sacraments had been received “out of order.” Excuse me?

Turns out they had confirmation on record but not communion, so the secretary, apparently moonlighting as a canon law expert, decided she couldn’t issue the certificate. One quick email from me with the communion record attached, and that should’ve been settled. But the principle of the thing? Maddening. I later learned that many parishes separate the sacraments – one book for baptism and confirmation and a separate book for communion. I suspect that the church where the communion has occurred either didn’t send the info to the church that held the baptism record or the receiving church didn’t record it back in the day. I have now insured it’s fixed for eternity.

NARA: Fast Processing, Slow Arrival

I also contacted NARA Chicago to request emigration records. To their credit, they processed and charged my card lightning-fast. The problem? Nothing arrived. Ten days went by. I emailed them to ask if the records had been sent. My mail delivery is spotty at best, which is one reason I had planned to collect as much in person as possible. They had mailed them and resent. You can see how the postal service delivered the second set – cut open on both ends.

NARA Chicago, it turns out, doesn’t have ship manifests or census records and though those are free online, the consulate requires certified copies. That means hiring someone in D.C. to get them in person.

So far, no luck. My go-to researchers hadn’t responded probably because it’s not in their usual wheelhouse. The NARA-DC website is quirky and I was unable to request them online. I thought I might need to make the trip myself because of course I will if I have to! Stay tuned because next week as the saga continues with more twist and turns.

When the Universe Writes Back: A Halloween Follow-Up

As promised, my synchronicity streak isn’t done with me yet.

Bible Entry for Calvin DeWolf in Thompson Family Bible

Back in March, I mailed a request to the Cook County, Illinois Vital Records office seeking the death certificate of my husband’s second great-uncle, John Calvin DeWolf. He’s an intriguing figure. A cryptic entry in his mother’s Bible notes simply that he was “found dead in the woods in LaGrange.” That line alone opens a dozen genealogical rabbit holes:

Dead how?
Accident?
Sudden illness?
Suicide?
Foul play?

Why was he in the woods at all?
Where was he buried afterward?
Why has no obituary surfaced?

Online databases are silent. Newspaper searches cough politely and excuse themselves.

So I sent in my request… and then, nothing. Months passed. My check went uncashed. My mailman and I eyed each other suspiciously. I eventually chalked it up to a postal mishap.

Fast-forward to late July, when I traveled to Chicago to obtain several vital records in person for my family’s dual-citizenship pursuit. While there, I re-requested John Calvin’s death certificate. I handed over the form. I paid the fee. The clerk assured me they’d be in touch.

Every other record from that day has since dutifully arrived in my mailbox.

Except John’s.

And then last Tuesday, while writing the chapter on John Calvin’s parents for my upcoming book Echoes of Britannia, I footnoted the matter:

“Death certificate requested; not yet received. Someday, perhaps, the record will surface.”

I sighed, closed the my Word doc, and moved on.

Two days later, yes, exactly two, an envelope from the Cook County Vital Records office appeared in my mailbox. My heart did a little leap. Could this be it?

Not quite.

Inside was a Certificate of No Finding.

According to Cook County, they have no death record at all for John Calvin DeWolf.

So where did he die?
Was it reported?
Was it covered up?
Was it recorded elsewhere?

His half sister who owned the Bible at the time of his death and likely made the entry clearly believed he was found in LaGrange. The Bible entry says so. But the county has nothing.

The mystery deepens.

And the timing? After seven silent months, the response was generated on the very day I finally wrote about him.

Coincidence? Maybe. But these synchronicities love to show up when I start telling a story.

Of course, I’m not done with John. Next stop: IRAD, for coroner’s records, inquests, and investigations. Somebody, somewhere, documented what happened.

Because records hide.
But they rarely disappear forever.

Earlier this month, the same thing happened with my mom’s Cook County, Illinois birth record. I had requested it in person in Chicago in late July. They couldn’t find it which was no surprise to me as my mom and grandmom had both said the birth was only registered with the Roman Catholic Church, an accepted practice in 1918. On the anniversary of my mom’s death earlier this month, I finally received a response from Cook County. It was a record of no record. Thanks, mom! Sometimes are family tell us the truth and we can confirm it over 100 years later.

At times, family history feels less like research and more like a conversation across time. We chase records, but every now and then, the records seem to chase us back. These little moments remind me that discoveries don’t always happen in archives. Sometimes they appear in unexpected envelopes or on memorial pages when we least expect them.

They’re often hidden in plain sight, waiting for the right moment to surface.

If you enjoy reflections like this, I’ve begun sending a short once-a-month note to curious-minded family historians. You can join me by messaging me at genealogyatheart.com. It’s a quiet circle, and you’re welcome there. I’ve also begun a FaceBook and LinkedIN page so we can interact frequently. Hope you’ll join me there as well!

Happy Halloween, dear readers.
May the ancestors keep whispering and may you always listen.

Happy Halloween: The Synchronicity That Saved My Blog

My readers tell me, year after year, that my Halloween synchronicity series is their favorite tradition. Which is why, by August, I was in a quiet panic. The kids were back in school, stores were already pushing candy corn, and for the first time in my genealogical career… nothing weird had happened to me.

Nada. Zilch.

I considered scrapping the whole thing and writing a single line, “Sorry, folks, nothing to report this year” and calling it good. But that felt wrong. These uncanny little moments can’t be summoned on command, but I still held out hope that one would arrive just in time.

It did. On August 14th.

I was volunteering at the Association of Professional Genealogists table during the Jewish Genealogical Conference in Fort Wayne. Since I’d signed up for the whole week, I was allowed to attend a few sessions during breaks. I’m not Jewish, though occasionally my DNA results tease me with a percentage or two that disappears the next time I test, but I found every talk fascinating.

Meanwhile, in my own research life, I was deep in the throes of acquiring certified vital records for my family’s dual citizenship application. Two notarized forms were already on their way to Croatia to obtain my grandmother’s birth record. That left one gaping hole: my grandparents’ 1917 marriage record from Cook County, Illinois.

I had the index entry from Ancestry.com, names, date, location, marriage license number, but when I visited the Cook County Clerk’s office two weeks earlier, they couldn’t find the record. I paid for the search anyway, but they gave me no timeline of when they could do deep research.

At the conference, I mentioned my predicament to a fellow genealogist, who knew someone with database access. The news came back: my grandparents’ marriage record hadn’t been digitized. Neither had the record for the couple immediately after them.

Lost? Misfiled? Never returned? Theories abounded. One person even suggested they’d never married. (“It was staged,” she said of their wedding photo. To which I thought: Really? That would be an awfully elaborate prank for this couple.)

No one had a solid lead. And I needed that record, not just to prove the marriage, but to identify the church where it took place. Chicago city directories for the period were scarce. The Chicago History Museum couldn’t help. The Archdiocese would search closed-church records for $50 a pop, but that was a quick road to the poorhouse.

Then came my first odd nudge of the week. While exercising, I heard my grandmother’s voice in my head: Look at the back of the pictures. Sure enough, on the reverse of what looked like an engagement photo, there it was “Chicago Heights.”

I brought the photo to Sherlock Kohn, a fellow conference-goer and photo expert, who confirmed the clothing was period-correct. She suggested the Chicago History Museum for studio leads. I kept chasing, but the record stayed stubbornly hidden.

A second genealogist offered another tip: years ago, FamilySearch had donated pallets of old microfilm to the Allen County Public Library (ACPL). Maybe, just maybe, my record was buried there. I tracked down Adam, one of ACPL’s librarians, and he gamely searched the microfilm. Blank images.

At this point, you’re probably thinking, Lori, just search FamilySearch online. Oh, I had using the index with every permutation of the last name and around the date the marriage occurred, and nothing.

So I decided: I’d comb through every 1917 marriage image by hand. First, though, I made a side trip to birth records for my mom, two hours later, I had confirmed my mother’s birth was indeed only recorded by the church, just as she and my grandmother had said. (Cook County, Illinois later confirmed this – I got the “certificate” of no registered birth on the date my mom had died 24 years ago. Weird, huh?!

By then it was late. I was tired, discouraged, and dreading the thought of cold-calling every Catholic church in South Chicago. Still, before leaving, I opened the 1917 marriage film on FamilySearch, locked to home users, but accessible at ACPL. I scrolled to the end of one reel. No luck.

Then my computer glitched. As a non-resident, my ACPL guest account was on a timer. It flashed “10 minutes remaining” and kicked me out of FamilySearch. When I logged back in, I had 7 minutes left.

The next reel contained 1,278 images. No way I could check them all. So I did the only thing left, I scrolled, stopped, and clicked at random.

And there it was.

My eyes fell immediately on “Mary Koss.” Without even scanning the rest, I gasped loud enough to turn heads in the reading room. “Sounds like you found something,” a man seated across from me said. A woman down the row called, “We aren’t finding anything, do tell!”

I was near tears.

Adam hurried over. I showed him the record, and he smartly told me to write down the film and image number. Then he handled the printing as the machine wouldn’t cooperate (with help from a kind patron who wanted to donate her library account to me) while another researcher kept my computer from timing out so I could email it to myself.

Out of 1,278 possible images, I had landed on the one I needed, completely blind. Missed in indexing, out of sync in databases, invisible to every search I’d tried. And yet, here it was.

Thank you, Grandma!

And here’s a link of another uncanny find I didn’t have – ENJOY!

And to you, dear readers: Happy Halloween. May the coming year bring you your own uncanny genealogical coincidences – just when you need them most.

When Personal Secrets Shape Public Policy: A Genealogist’s View on Indiana’s Record Restrictions

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Today, 1 July 2025, is a day of infamy in Indiana as the state legislature quietly enacted legislation restricting public access to birth and stillbirth records for 99 years—effectively sealing documents that genealogists, historians, and adoptees have long relied on to understand family histories and personal origins.

The bill’s sponsor? State Representative Gregory W. Porter.

On the surface, this might appear to be just another privacy-minded law. But scratch just a bit beneath—and a troubling pattern begins to emerge. Rep. Porter not only introduced the bill that passed, but he also authored an earlier version in January 2024 that died in committee. That persistence—combined with his background as he purportedly claims to be a Christian—might suggest strong moral conviction. But public records raise a different, more complicated possibility.

In May 2011, the obituary of George Warfield listed Gregory Porter as his son, while also naming stepsons and multiple relatives. In July 2024, S. Carmen Porter’s obituary—Porter’s mother—listed him again, alongside her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Together, these notices don’t just provide names. They hint at relationships that genealogists might recognize as misaligned: inconsistencies in surnames, generational overlaps, and unclear biological links. It’s the kind of thing we encounter every day in family research—and often, the kind of thing that becomes clearer when public records are available.

But under HB1148, those very records are sealed.

Here’s the ethical problem: it appears that the person most eager to restrict access to historical birth records may have personal motivations for doing so. He may have been shielding sensitive information not just about constituents—but about himself. That matters, especially when legislative actions have statewide consequences. It’s hard not to wonder whether this was about protecting Hoosiers—or protecting his legacy.

As genealogists, we don’t dig into family histories to shame people. We do it to understand them. But when lawmakers close off records that belong to all of us for reasons that appear to benefit only some of us, it’s our job to say: this is not acceptable.

Privacy has its place. But so does accountability. Here are the Indiana legislators who voted Yea for HB1148:

Sen. Alexander, Scott [R]

Sen. Alting, Ronnie J. [R]

Sen. Baldwin, Scott A. [R]

Sen. Bassler, Eric S. [R]

Sen. Becker, Vaneta G. [R]

Sen. Bohacek, Mike [R]

Sen. Bray, Rodric D. [R]

Sen. Brown, Elizabeth “Liz” M. [R]

Sen. Buchanan, Brian [R]

Sen. Buck, James “Jim” R. [R]

Sen. Busch, Justin [R]

Sen. Byrne, Gary [R]

Sen. Carrasco, Cynthia “Cyndi” E. [R]

Sen. Charbonneau, Ed [R]

Sen. Clark, Brett [R]

Sen. Crider, Michael “Mike” R. [R]

Sen. Deery, Spencer R. [R]

Sen. Dernulc, Daniel “Dan” E. [R]

Sen. Donato, Stacey [R]

Sen. Ford, J.D. [D]

Sen. Garten, Chris [R]

Sen. Gaskill, Mike [R]

Sen. Glick, Susan “Sue” C. [R]

Sen. Goode, Greg [R]

Sen. Holdman, Travis [R]

Sen. Hunley, Andrea [D]

Sen. Jackson, La Keisha [D]

Sen. Johnson, Tyler [R]

Sen. Koch, Eric Allan [R]

Sen. Leising, Jean [R]

Sen. Maxwell, Randy [R]

Sen. Mishler, Ryan D. [R]

Sen. Niemeyer, Rick [R]

Sen. Niezgodski, David L. [D]

Sen. Pol Jr., Rodney [D]

Sen. Qaddoura, Fady [D]

Sen. Raatz, Jeff [R]

Sen. Rogers, Linda [R]

Sen. Schmitt, Daryl [R]

Sen. Taylor, Greg [D]

Sen. Tomes, James “Jim” [R]

Sen. Walker, Greg [R]

Sen. Walker, Kyle [R]

Sen. Young, R. Michael “Michael” [R]

Sen. Zay, Andy [R]

Makes you wonder what they’re hiding.

When a lawmakers choose to restrict the historical record—one that belongs to all of us—we have to ask why. And when the answer lies in public obituaries and genealogical inconsistencies easily found by anyone willing to look, the motive becomes hard to ignore. What’s their next plan? Banning newspaper obituaries, online and published memorials, Findagrave/Billiongraves?

This isn’t about shaming a man for his family’s past. It’s about refusing to let personal discomfort dictate public erasure. Genealogists tell the truth even when it’s messy. We believe every family—every person—deserves to know where they came from. We know the damage that sealed records cause, especially to adoptees, descendants of enslaved people, and those separated by law, war, or poverty.

I’m not writing this because I want to expose one man’s secrets. I’m writing it because he’s trying to bury ours.

And I won’t let him.

The Disappearing Records: Indiana Genealogists Betrayed by Ancestry and FamilySearch!

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I warned you.

Last week, I blogged that I would stay vigilant over record availability in Indiana — and last Saturday morning, my worst fears were confirmed.

When I tried to access the Indiana, Birth Certificates, 1907–1940 database from home, it was gone from Ancestry’s Card Catalog. Only the older birth records up to 1933 remained:

Alarmed, I drove to one of my local libraries in DeKalb County, Indiana to check if this was just a glitch with the home edition. It wasn’t.
No access. Nowhere.

Then I did what any professional genealogist would do: I asked colleagues around the country — and around the world.

In Michigan? Full access.
In Wisconsin? Full access.
In Texas? Full access.
In California? Full access.
Even in Germany? Full access.

Everyone except Indiana still had the record set.

Indiana Hoosiers — the very people whose ancestors’ records these are — are now blocked.

And here’s the kicker:
Indiana’s new 99-year birth record restriction law doesn’t even take effect until July 1st.

There is absolutely no lawful reason for Ancestry to have prematurely restricted Hoosiers from their own historical records.

Why did Ancestry jump the gun? Who knows. But it stinks to high heaven.

And it gets worse. FamilySearch, too, has removed the Indiana, Births and Christenings, 1773–1933 database from its Indiana Wiki pages.

Last week? Still there.

Today? Gone.

Here’s what you now see if you go looking for it:

Shame on you, too, FamilySearch!


What You Can (and Must) Do Right Now:

  • SAVE EVERYTHING.
    If you find a record, immediately save a copy outside of Ancestry and FamilySearch. I now maintain a separate digital file of all Indiana birth records I’ve located, independent of any online platform.
  • DON’T TRUST THAT THEY’LL BE THERE TOMORROW.
    I’ve gone through my family tree twice to make sure I’ve captured every birth certificate between July 1926 and 1944. NOTE: Some were indexed wrong so play around and others were never included, my father-in-law, for example.
  • SPEAK OUT.
    Let Ancestry and FamilySearch know that Indiana genealogists will not quietly stand by while access is stripped away without warning or legal justification.

The clock is ticking, and history is being erased in front of our eyes.

Don’t think this affects you because you have no Indiana family? Think about this adaption of Martin Niemoller’s poem with assistance from ChatGPT:

First they sealed the adoption records.
Then they erased the mental health histories.
Then they locked away the birth, marriage, and death records.
Each time, we said, “It’s just one set.”
Now the archives stand empty,
And we have no memory left to defend.

I will remain vigilant and continue to speak out to preserve all of our history.

Genealogists & Family Historians – This Isn’t Politics. It’s a Paper Trail

I typically don’t blog twice in a week but I received a reply to an email I had sent with the concern I raised about the quiet disappearance of historical records from several U.S. government websites. These weren’t obscure documents—these were public records I had accessed online before, copied, and cited. I even included the original URL and step-by-step directions. But today? “No such record exists,” I was told—unless, of course, I want to pay a fee and maybe someone at the agency will “research” it for me.

My library contact passed along to colleagues my email.

The reply? “She’s just being political.”

No. I’m being factual.

Here’s what’s happening, and it deserves attention:

  • Government agencies are quietly removing access to records once available online.
  • Researchers are being told those records never existed—even when we have the receipts.
  • In some cases, agencies are offering to retrieve them for a price. Same record different paywall.
  • When we raise concerns, we’re dismissed as overreacting or “politicizing” the issue.

This is not a partisan problem. It’s a public trust problem. If you don’t think this affects you, try sourcing a vital record for a family history project or accessing a land claim file for historical research. You might find a broken link—or worse, a dead end with a price tag.

If you think I’m exaggerating, feel free to test it yourself. If you’d like to email me, I’ll be happy to furnish the documents I accessed in the past—along with the original URLs. Try retrieving them now. See what you find.

Spoiler: It won’t be what it used to be.

This isn’t about politics. And if researchers stay silent, it’s only going to get worse. It’s about the deliberate erosion of public access, the rewriting of digital history, and the arrogance of institutions that think no one will notice.

Well, I noticed.

And I’ll keep noticing.

Because someone has to.

Sad Day for Indiana Researchers

House Bill 1148 has passed in Indiana raising from 75 years to 99 years the ability to obtain a birth certificate.

I am embarrassed to live in a state that votes by fake “fears” than by real truths.

I am sharing the ignorant letter I received from one of the state senators:

Office of Senator Greg Walker

Dear L S,
Thank you for your email regarding your opposition to House Bill 1148. At this time, I am in support of the bill’s proposal to expand accessibility to birth records for 99 years instead of the current 75 years.With the increasing longevity of individuals and the rise in identity theft, this bill is a necessary step in protecting against fraud. The expanded access will help ensure the safety and security of living persons’ identities.Again, I appreciate you reaching out. If you have any other questions or concerns in the future please feel free to reach out again.
Sincerely,
Senator Greg Walker
District 41
Indiana Senate

Here was my response:
Dear Senator Walker,
Thank you for your response. However, I was disheartened to read your justification for supporting HB 1148.
The claim that expanding the restriction on birth records from 75 to 99 years is necessary due to “increasing longevity” and “identity theft” is not only unsupported—it’s misleading. There is no documented evidence that public access to 75-year-old birth certificates has contributed in any meaningful way to identity theft. In fact, neither the Federal Trade Commission nor the Identity Theft Resource Center lists genealogical or archival access as a source of modern identity theft.
Further, life expectancy in the U.S. is currently decreasing, not increasing (CDC, 2023), and even at its highest levels, the 75-year threshold was still sufficient to protect living individuals. Your claim does not hold up to scrutiny.
Restricting access to these vital records undermines legitimate genealogical, historical, and medical research. Many state archives and national organizations—including the National Genealogical Society and the Records Preservation and Access Coalition—oppose measures like this for good reason: they cut off access to essential public records without any demonstrable benefit.
I respectfully ask you to share the data or studies you are using to support your position. If your stance is truly rooted in protecting citizens, transparency and evidence should be the foundation.

Of course, he didn’t respond because he has no proof.  As my grandmother used to say, you can’t fix stupid!

And this country is being run by STUPIDS!

Want to know what else has been taken away from us in the past month?! I tried to go online to NARA for a Civil War document they had posted previously, a land patent at the Bureau of Land Management, and an old tax record from the 1700s – All removed. BLM wants you to pay for the record it now claims it doesn’t have.

Jokes on them as I hope, like me, you were smart enough TO HAVE SAVED A COPY of your government documents and remembered to source it.

I am strongly urging my fellow Americans to do the following:
1. If you haven’t saved the records you found by all means do so ASAP.
2. This is especially urgent if you have birth records in Indiana. I have noticed that some marriage records have also disappeared from Ancestry.com. Take action now.
3. Remain vigilant of bills that are floating through state and federal bodies.
4. SPEAK UP!
5. VOTE these fools out of office. EVERY.LAST.ONE!

My pioneer ancestors would have been appalled by these clowns. They founded Indiana to be less government. Don’t believe me? Read the history before they take that away, too.

There are now TWO bills in Indiana to severely cut funding to libraries. Why? Keep the peeps from knowing the truth.

I may be old, and a token female (Yep, been told that by politicians in my own town “We believe in diversity and we need to replace a woman with a woman.” So an old white woman is considered diversity in Indiana. Think about that for a moment. Keep just ONE woman on a board and the rest the big boys.) but I will not go away quietly. I will continue to RESIST and I look forward to you joining me.