Martha. Martha. Martha.
Any child of the 70's should recognize the title of this blog as a play on the old Brady Bunch lament, "Marsha. Marsha. Marsha." when poor middle child, Jan, exasperated with her old sister, Marsha, could do nothing but sigh her name in frustration.
Sometimes I feel that way with my research into the personal history of the early Brock ancestors, as it continues
to fascinate, and to a degree, exasperate and frustrate me.
The ancestral...
