The geneology I have provided comes to me via my father, Rayburn Graham Pyle, Jr. He was determined to help the Atlanta, TX and Haynesville, TX libraries build their reference/research areas. He was preparing to become a certified geneologist, when he had a stroke that disabled him totally. He died 4 years later, never having accomplished the dreams he had in geneology.
He did get over his tennis elbow via his geneology research in Witchita Falls one year. He came home after several days on the road, a graveside trip this time. He was determined to confirm headstones in graveyards, this time.
His station wagon was almost demolished in the effort: no glass, boards inside his car, hay, cow manure, dents all over the vehicle. He said the great tornado of Witchita Falls had several spin-off tornadoes. One followed him and sort of caught up with him. Being the meterologist that he was, storm chasing was an invitation for fun! His speedometer went to the 120 mark just about the same time the tornado blew over a barn. The roof of the barn, and all its contents blew over R.G.'s car and landed in a pasture across the street from where the house stood.
When he arrived home, he felt fortunate: 1) that his car did not get picked up with the barn, and 2) he was excited that his arthritis had disappeared. The kids thought he'd gone nuts. I told him it might be safer chasing people in the land of the living, rather than on tombstones. We all wondered what kind of "hobby" dad had gotten himself into at that point.