Soon after I started doing research on Ancestry.com, another researcher contacted me asking if I had information about her husband's ancestor, Jefferson Monroe Powell. She had posted some family photos on her family tree and offered to share them with me. One photo in particular took my breath away. Several generations of Powells are pictured in front of a house in Henrico, Va. There are two generations of adults in the photo, children of various ages, a dog and a goat. An infant sits precariously on the top of a tall fence post, the mother barely within reaching distance. A young girl standing at the gate is unmistakably my great grandmother, Georgia Powell. But I stared and stared at the young man at the right side of the photo... he is a dead ringer for my father. Funny, I'd always thought my father was a Zaun through and through, but there's no doubt the Powell genes are very strong.
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