Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

Stoopidest Moment

Patty Jo has tagged me for the stoopidest moment confession. This is really tough because when you get to be my age there are so dang many, and you have tried desperately to forget them!

I guess one of the stoopidest was when I was in my late twenty's, my two younger sisters and I decided to go deer hunting and show our hubbie's how it's done. They had gone on several unsuccessful hunts, and since we were raised in a hunting family we were very confident that we could bring home the venison.

We sat together with maps and decided the best place to go, discussed our strategy, cleaned and polished the rifles, and early the next morning we packed some sandwiches and coffee, dressed like hunters and even wore the right shoes, and bright colored vests. Then we drove to an area in the county which is known to be infested with deer. Word was you couldn't take a step without stumbling over them.

It was sunrise as we slowly crept through the dewey forest, it was perfectly silent. Each step we took was carefully examined for twigs or anything which might create a sound, that would frighten the deer off. The wet fir branches brushed our faces as we quietly followed one after the other in the quest as old as time itself.
No doubt the DNA of our Native American heritage was in full bloom that day. We were the hunters.

Eventually we came to a boggy area with a large pond. Many kinds of trees were hanging over it and fallen trees were raised grotesquely out of the water. The entire area was covered with the kind of foggy mist you see in horror movies. I was feeling very uneasy by this time. My incredible imagination was taking me for one heck of a trip, and I was visualizing some hideous monster rising up from the pond with slimy algae hanging from it's head and mouth. Or perhaps a Bigfoot hiding in the thicket, huge and smelly, waiting for us to get a little closer................

The three of us stopped for a few moments, mesmerized by the sight and ambiance of the place. We were supposed to be looking for a deer, but I think my sisters were looking for the same thing I was.
Then slowly we continued to creep through the brush, as silently as possible, hardly breathing, and listening for any sound that might lead us to the hunted.

Then suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound, right in front of us. Shrieking to high heaven, we quickly huddled close together in utter terror, sure the monster had slithered from the pond and was about to attack us. I totally forgot I was carrying a loaded rifle, I was so frightened I couldn't have used it anyway. It was about this time I felt something warm trickle down the inside of my leg.

It turned out the monster was a Grouse that we had frightened off it's nest. They sure are loud when they fly!

Well, between the noisy grouse and the three shrieking lady hunters, we figured any deer would be in the next state already so we concluded our hunting trip by walking around the pond, discovering the ramains of an old cabin and hunting for old bottles in a trash heap, while some strange bird made eerie bird calls from the pond. At least I think it was a bird.

Of course reporting to hubby when he came home from work, was a snap. I told him what he always told me.
"Too many hunters have chased the deer off."

I sure hate walking with wet pants.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Not All Roses And Violets In My Garden

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I found this mass of tent caterpillars in my Fugi Apple Tree today, and watched a hornet carry off one of the occupants. After taking a few pictures, I cut the branches off and got rid of them. When I was done I felt like I had them crawling all over me.

Back in the 60's my little son liked to play with these little ‘friends.’ I had no idea what all he was doing with them until one day I went to the basement to get something from the freezer, and found dozens of them frozen all over the interior of the freezer. When I asked Mike about it, his reply shouldn’t have surprised me. He said he was saving them so he could play with them later.

Tent caterpillars are a serious nuisance in western Washington. Periodic outbreaks result in masses of unsightly tents in trees, defoliation of deciduous trees, and a high level of aggravation for people trying to control the wriggling masses of larvae. These caterpillars attack a wide variety of plants. Their preferred hosts are alder, apple, ash, birch, cherry, cottonwood, willow, fruit trees, and roses. During heavy infestations, the tent caterpillars will migrate and feed on many other plants.

Trees infested with several tents are often totally defoliated. A single occurrence rarely kills a tree, but it does reduce growth and makes the tree more susceptible to other hazards such as drought, freezing, or disease. A healthy tree which has been attacked, will usually grow new leaves by midsummer

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Some Thoughtful Ramblings

Did you see the little girl in jeans and sneakers, who knows she is a beautifully gowned ballerina, dancing gracefully among the willows in a mossy glen? She does not know her stumbles or ungraceful movements.
Oblivious to the bump on her knee, runny nose and crashing into the sofa. She only knows she is dancing the most perfect ballet.

And how about the freckled preschool boy, dressed only in undershorts with mama's tablecloth tied around his neck, charging defiantly into unknown terror while shrieking threats to unseen enemies. He bravely rides his mama's broom handle, a long stem of wilted grass in his dimpled hand is his trusty sword. He is a knight in full armor, charging into battle to protect his mama, who screams in terror at the sight of a mouse.

Did you notice the dignified little grandma lady sitting on the sandy beach looking out over the endless sea? And did you happen to see when she set aside her purse, and lay on her back in the sand and made a sand angel, because behind her gray hair and wrinkled skin there lives a little girl?

I smiled at the ancient, hobbling grandfather, dressed in a dark suit, who laid aside his cane and stepped onto a scooter laying beside the walk, and with a wrap around grin, took an exciting ride down the street, because behind his glasses and pacemaker, a little boy remembered 'when.'

My heart laughed with them, when I saw the very old couple, all gums, no teeth, heads thrown back, laughing heartily just because laughing is fun and teeth don't matter.

How about you? Have you ever danced a crazy dance from your heart, allowing the joy to have your feet, just because your soul was so filled with happiness there had to be an outlet or you would explode ?

This is called 'living.' Don't miss out.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

The Housekeeper

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Here is a super macro shot of a very neat little lady cleaning her house.
Miss. Patriot suggested this may be a Crab Spider. I think the red markings on her sides are interesting.
I love the rose.


After posting yesterday, I got on the phone and made several calls, to find a ProLife group in my town and learn what I can do to help stop abortion.
I urge you to do the same, even if you are not able to participate in everything they do, there is always 'something' you can do to help even if it is just a $5 donation each month. That is about the price of a coffee, and it may save a life.

In my town are several organizations which provide education to those considering abortion. They usually need volunteers to help educate expectant mothers.
Many girls don't know about the alternatives, and most are completely ignorant about the fact that there is a real little baby growing inside them, as they have been brainwashed into believing it is just a tiny mass of blood clots.

Four thousand two hundred abortions a day are performed in the United States. Most of these women are between the ages of 13 and 25. Rape and incest being the cause of less than one percent of abortions.
It appears that many abortions are taking place because another form of birth control was not used, even though it is free for the asking.
Obviously we need to focus more on making facts available to these girls.

If we work together and do our part, no matter how small it may seem, we can make a difference.
Every life has value.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Terror In The Womb

I watched a horrifying video this morning at ProLifeBlogs.com.
The Hard Truth About Abortion is nearly impossible to watch. I had to turn away more than once. It made me nauseated, It broke my heart and made me cry, and it made me very, very angry.
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We have all heard certain things about abortion, and maybe even seen a few pictures of these helpless infants that have been butchered by some heartless abortionist, but if you are like me, you never let it completely penetrate your brain because it is too ‘awful' to contemplate.

Ordinarily I would not encourage anyone to view something so absolutely awful, but this time I believe that by seeing what is REALLY happening to these helpless infants, and they are indeed infants, we will feel much stronger about fighting abortion

These little aborted babies were bruised, showing that they were alive at the time they were savagely torn into pieces and pulled from their place of creation.
How can anyone condone this barbaric act?
How can a doctor or nurse go home and look at his or her own children. They should be consumed with guilt and remorse!

I have always hated abortion and have done whatever I could to stop it.
However since it was legalized and has been taking place for so many years, I believe we have become too complacent and just shook our heads and felt there was not much we could do about it. Well, that attitude is sick! It’s just a step away from acceptance.

We can’t just sit back and let this continue.
We must fight in every way possible. Pray like you have never prayed before. Pray as if you were praying for your own child’s life.
Contact your local Pro-Life office and ask what you can do to help bring this legalized murder to a halt. Then act on it!

After watching this ‘horror movie’ I found myself crying out to the Lord for an answer. I asked him to show us how to fight this insanity.
We are fighting terrorism all over the world, as we should, and we applaud our war heros, but we must not forget the heinous acts of terrorism that are taking place at the rate of thousands a day, in abortion clinics in our own towns.

A very wise lady once told me that when a nation begins to kill its babies that nation has just bought a ticket to hell. I believe it.

We have to fight harder than ever to stop this hideous thing. We are not fighting just the doctors and nurses who perform this wickedness, or the self centered men and women who use abortion as birth control, or the legislators who approved it.
Our main battle is against the enemy, who would have enjoyed seeing you and I ripped into pieces and torn from our mother’s womb also.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Another One Of Those Things

I am a d6

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

I found this at American Warmongers blog and had to try it. Gosh, I learned I am boring. What can I do to change that? Any suggestions?

Friday, April 22, 2005

Meet Sir.Toodles Tutley

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Last year for Mother's Day my family gave me this little Yorkie pup as a surprise. I had always wanted a Yorkie so he is a very precious gift. We all knew that dear old Barney was getting pretty old and wouldn't be with us much longer, but while he was here he and Toodles had a great time together. It looked sort of funny to see a big Mastiff mix breed and a tiny yorkie playing and I was really concerned at first that one of Barney's big paws might land on the pup and hurt him. Well I didn't have to worry about that. More than once I saw Barney fall on his achy old butt rather than loose his balance and hurt his little buddy. Even when he was tired and in pain from arthritis, he still played with his little friend. We could take lessons from him. After Barney was gone little Toodles was very depressed and wasn't eating well, didn't want to play with his toys, he just wanted to lay around and sleep. Then came Miss Tildy.....

Meet Miss.Tildy Rose

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Tildy came into our family on April 10th this year, at eight weeks old and weighing about a pound and a half. She has a sweet little baby doll face and a rather stubborn attitude. When she isn't curled up sleeping where ever she happens to get tired, she is playing with Toodles, chewing up everything she can reach and learning that her bathroom is outside.
Tildy has rounded out our family perfectly. Toodles is very happy again and although I still miss my Barney, these two little rascals have brought a great deal of plain, pure joy into my life. They walk with me in the gardens, and sit with me in the lawn swing. They love me to play my new Casio keyboard, and we all sleep together, toodles at my side and baby Tildy curled up on my shoulder with her nose buried in my hair.
My little Yorkies are everything I ever dreamed they would be, and a lot more.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Ricky Raccoon Came Calling

Mrs. Robin's nest is pulled apart, she and her three pretty blue eggs are gone.
Along the white rail of my deck are the unmistakable muddy footprints of a raccoon.
They used to hang around the back deck when I was feeding the birds, to eat the bird seed, but I have not seen them on the front deck. They must have been out hunting and smelled Mrs. Robin.
Some would say it is Survival of the fittest, or the chain of nature.
I say they will have to perform their nature chain elsewhere.
Tonight I will leave Ricky a nice cajun treat. Yep something he thinks is really yummy and it will be laced with Louisiana hot sauce, tabasco , cayenne pepper hot pepper flakes and what ever else I can think of that might discourage the overgrown rhodent from dining at my place again.
Did you know that raccoons stink? They have the same odor as a skunk, just not as strong. They will kill and eat your cats, puppies, chickens or what ever else they can get.
Do I feel compassion for this raccoon?
At least not today.

Monday, April 18, 2005

A New Meme Post

Hey everyone, Jess of Snow In Texas has her Meme posted. She has some interesting answers to my questions. Go check it out.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

The Brooding

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Either Mrs. Robin layed a fourth egg today or her brooding process has begun. She has been on her nest most of the day and didn't seem the slightest bit disturbed when I slowly walked from the back of the house to get a few pictures of her. I will try to get a peek in her nest tomorrow while she is out feeding.
She watched me carefully the entire time I was taking pictures but she stayed perfectly still.
Now I am wondering if Birds have pain when they lay eggs like women have labor and birthing pain.
I think they do. Considering the size of a bird and her eggs. OUCH!
Maybe that's why hen's cluck furiously after they lay an egg.
Mamma always said that the hen was saying, "look-look-look what-I-did."
Maybe she was really saying, "touch-me-again, you're-dead-meat.
Well, maybe!

Friday, April 15, 2005

Mrs. Robin Moves In

About a week ago while at my computer, I looked out my front window and saw a robin sitting in my flowering cherry tree, with a beak full of dry grass. I assumed she was making a nest in the woods behind my house.
About four days later I found that she had built a nest on top of a wreath hanging on my front deck. It was too high for me to peek inside to see if she had laid any eggs, so I got a hand mirror, held it over top of the nest and found two pretty blue eggs.
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It wasnt until I was viewing these photos on my monitor that I realized how meticulously she had built her nest.
Notice the foundation is constructed of light colored, larger, stronger twigs and vines, and the darker colored wall of the nest is reinforced with mud. It seems she is partial to Adobe Hacienda's.
Now look at the interior of her babies bed and see the fine, soft grass she chose so her eggs and later fledglings, would be kept warm and not be stabbed by the sharper twigs.
Each layer of her nest is wrapped and carefully woven for strength.
The female robin normally takes five to seven days to build her nest, however if the weather is bad it can take two weeks. Early in the season she will spend 75 to 80 % of a day brooding (sitting on her eggs) Later when the temperature is warmer she will brood 60 to 70 % of each day.
There is a two week incubation period before the fledglings hatch. The female generally is on the nest but sometimes the male will take over the brooding duties and give mom a break. When the female is out grubbing, the male is in a tree close by, watching over the nest, and giving warnings if he feels his nest is threatened in any way.
After hatching, the babies stay in the nest for about 15 days receiving around one hundred meals a day, usually worms and grubs.
When the fledglings leave the nest, the female begins the process over again throughout the spring and summer.
Robins have a beautiful song, which makes their voracious appetite for my berry patches, a little more tolerable.
Go here to hear the various Robin songs

Sunday, April 10, 2005

More Clinton Crapola

The following came to me today in an E-mail from a cousin in Idaho.

"You really should be sitting down when you read this one.
Gold Star Mothers is an organization made up of women whose sons were killed in military combat during service in the United States armed forces. Recently a delegation of New York State Gold Star Mothers made a trip Washington, DC, to discuss various concerns with their elected representatives. According to published reports, there was only one politician who refused to meet with these ladies. Can you guess which politician that might be? Was it New York Senator Charles Schumer? Nope, he met with them. Try again. Do you know anyone serving in the Senate who has never showed anything but contempt for our military? Do you happen to know the name of any politician in Washington who's husband once wrote of his loathing for the military? Now you're getting
warm! You got it! None other than the Queen herself, Hillary Rotten Clinton. She refused repeated requests to meet with the Gold Star Mothers. Now, please don't tell me you're surprised. This woman wants to be President of the United States --- and there is a huge percentage of Voters who are eager to help her achieve that goal.
May you sleep in peace always...and please...hug or thank a Veteran for that privilege.

Think about this one !!! Don't forget, our girl, Hillary Rodham Clinton, as a New York Senator, now comes under this fancy congressional Retirement and Staffing Plan. It's common knowledge that, in order for her to establish NYS residency, they purchased a million+ dollar house in upscale Chappaqua, NY. Makes sense. Now, they are entitled to Secret Service protection for life. Still makes sense. Here is where it becomes interesting. The mortgage payments hover at about $10,000 per month. BUT, an extra residency had to be built within the acreage in order to house the Secret Service agents. The Clinton's now charge the Secret Service $10,000 monthly rent for the use of said Secret Service residence and that rent is just about equal to their mortgage payment, .......meaning that we, the tax payers, are paying the Clinton's mortgage, their transportation, their safety and security, their 12 man staff, and it's all perfectly legal.
Sincerely, Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)

Friday, April 08, 2005

The New Home

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..…”Come-on Beulah, it’s time to go house hunting again.”
Together they climb over the mossy rocks, walk through the grassy glens and fern forest until they come to the newest condos around. “Looky Bergdorff! See how beautiful they are and such a lovely color too. Oh just look at this nice tall one. There are no holes in the roof and the entrance is perfect, not too slimy to climb like the other place. I sure get tired of boosting all the buglet’s.”
Bergdorff looks it over, “shucks Beulah, there must be a hundred bedrooms under this roof. More than enough for our tribe. Want I should make a deal?”
Ohhhh Bergdorff! Do you really think you can?
“No problem babe, you go get the swarm, and I’ll take care of it. It’s a done deal!”
She runs to him and throws her front legs around his neck, giving him a slurpy kiss, then skitters off to gather her buglet’s.

Bergdorff struts his stuff into the office of Mr. Osama ben Aphid, and takes care of business. Then he thumbs through the records and learns most of the new condos have been purchased by Mr. Aphid 's families. “Well, I sure ain’t prejudice"
Leaving the office, he smiled with satisfaction as he loosend his belt a notch all the while thinking, "I will be taking the family out to dinner a lot in this new place."
Beulah returned with their excited family and they all investigated every new room and practiced climbing the entrance until it was time for dinner, which their papa happily provided. At bedtime Beulah tucked them all in and they drifted off into insect dreamland, and they all lived happily ever…uh….er….well, until Mountain Mama ran them over with the new riding mower.

Beulah was a Ladybug. Bergdorff was a-a-well, he was a man ladybug. They really enjoyed all the aphid families.


This is a meme going around which I volunteered to do for Patty’Jo. It’s purpose? Just to know more about our blog friends I guess. Anyhow it sounds like fun to me, so here goes!
Here are the rules for the “Five Questions” meme.
1. Leave me a comment saying “interview me”. The first five commenters will be the Participants.

2. I will respond by asking you five questions.

3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same Post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
(Write your own or borrow some.)

The following are questions Patty-Jo asked me:

1. Do you have any collections? What do you like to collect? Why?

I collect music boxes because when I was in grade school our class had a field trip to the museum, which had a magnificent exhibition of them, some of which were played for us. I especially remember one about two or three feet square, which played a huge gold colored disc which resembled uncle Clint’s buzz saw blade. The music was a magnificent waltz. I was totally captivated.
I collect dolls probably for several reasons. Until I was 12, I got a new one each Christmas, and loved them all. In her later years, my mother loved and collected every doll she could find at yard sales, second hand stores, anyplace. I think she may have even ‘borrowed’ a few from her grand and great grandchildren. She left a large collection, some of which I purchased from her second husband. I enjoy making clothes for them, and watching my great granddaughters play with them.
I also collect fabric, just so I will have it when I need it and many other things I guess I am a collector in general!

2. What motivates you in your passion for genealogy?

Just about anything and everything. A breakthrough on a difficult line is probably the best motivation. Finding someone else who is interested to share with, or finding an old photo with a familiar name or no name.
3. How did you learn about Jesus.

I think I was born knowing about Jesus. I can’t remember a time I didn’t know and believe in God and His Son. There have been times when I was drawn closer to the Lord and times of rededication. Grandma Ferris was my mentor. She taught us that God is love and showed us through her example exactly what that love meant. Since I have gotten older and developed a personal relationship with the Lord, I have a much better understanding of Him and his gifts.

4. When and how did your love of gardening begin?

As a child, we often visited my grandma Banks and my aunties who all had flower gardens. I loved to sit in the tall hollyhocks and watch the bees fly from one blossom to the next. To me it was a magical place where everything was peaceful and beautiful. In the house, the big people talked of war and bombs and soldiers dying. Flower gardens were a better place for a young child who was not equipped to deal with the terrors of war and other adult conversation. When I was five I began to help mom and our neighbors plant victory gardens and got pretty good at it, but even then I wanted to plant hollyhocks in the lettuce patch.

5. After religion, what do you think is the most important thing parents should teach their children?
I believe children, even babies, should be taught to honor and respect their elders. (I’m not talking about pervert elders, although I do believe we should pray for them). I believe that if children are not taught to honor and respect their elders, they never learn to honor their creator. I also believe that if we as parents don’t honor our elders we cannot teach our children to. They definitely learn by our example. Actually I believe honor and respect should be taught ‘with’ religion. I think they go together.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005


I realize this isn't my usual sort of post but it is an important issue that has come to the attention of the citizens of the U.S.A. And we need to adress it.

Last year the Washington Times published a story on the potential al-Qaeda ties to gangs here in the U.S.
One particular gang, MS-13 is well knows for it’s extreme violence. They operate out of the Washington D.C. area and are wanted for seven killings in Virginia and a machete attack on a 16-year-old boy.
This gang is also known for operating an elaborate smuggling operation along the Mexican border, south of Brownville, Texas.

They smuggle drugs and guns, but the counter-terrorism officials are seriously worried about the fact that this gang is specializing in smuggling illegal aliens, especially “OTMs” (illegal aliens designated as ‘other than Mexican’ ) into the United States.

According to the Washington Times, when illegal immigrants from Mexico are apprehended, our government does make some effort to send them back across the border, but because there is a gross lack of detention space available for holding illegal immigrants in this country, the Department Of Homeland Security officials are forced to release the “OTMs” back into our streets.

In 2003 alone, nearly 60,000 NON-MEXICAN illegal immigrants were detained along the U.S.-Mexican border.
How many of which are members of al-Qaeda, and living in our towns, only God knows.
The obvious concern is that al-Qaeda may try to use the MS-13 smuggling ring to sneak in terrorist’s operatives.

Mexican officials were tracking Adnan Shukrijumah, an al-Qaeda operative, who is believed to be planning a future attack against the U.S. He had been spotted in Mexico, south of the Arizona border.

So here we are sending troops to foreign countries to fight terrorism and the slimy rats are sneaking in our back door!
I am fed up with officials who make laws they are too wishy-washy to enforce. This illegal alien situation would not be such an issue if the border busters weren’t rewarded to a night of good food and a soft bed, probably at the taxpayer’s expense. They know they are breaking the law. It is a game to them.

When we, as U.S. citizens break the law there are consequences, sometimes pretty darn harsh consequences.
We need to get back to plain old fashioned discipline instead of playing ‘patty-fingers’ with illegal aliens. Horse whips are cheap and quite effective!

If you don’t like this post, go check out the 9-11 casualties again!
If you sympathize with the law breakers, 8 ounces of castor oil
should help you think more clearly.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Check This Out!

Go see the beautiful "Where I'm From" post at Patty-Jo's site. She wrote her heart and soul into it.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

God Bless Pope John Paul II

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Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever.
In Jesus name, Amen

Pope John Paul II was a good man and a conscientious leader. In a time when some spiritual leaders have failed and made a mockery of what Christianity truly is, we have been blessed to have this Holy Man as our example.
His great capacity to love and his sincere endeavors have brought together many religious sects to worship our omnipotent Jehovah God as a unified body.
I thank God for him and pray his replacement will be

such a godly man.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Another Passion

Does anyone out there in the blog world have an interest in genealogy, or am I alone in my quest for ancestors?
I was born curious about those who came before me but it wasn’t until my children were all raised that I had time to pursue this burning curiosity.

I began by questioning all my aunts and uncles until they took to hiding when they saw me coming. I filled dozens of notebooks and cassette tapes, thousands of paper scraps, grocery receipts, napkins, and you name it with scribbled notes, hoping that someday I would be able to put it all together and make some kind of sense out of it.

Then one day, my son brought me a computer and taught me some of the things I could do with it. The first lesson was ‘Google Search.’ I didn’t learn much more for quite some time because I found that I could type in the name of an ancestor and occasionally that ancestors entire genealogy with sources was available to me. Did you ever feel like you had conquered a new world? I think it must feel like I do when I make a discovery like that.

Next, my son brought me a Family Tree Maker program. OH MY GOSH!!! Heaven Happened that day! I have thousands of ancestors names and lots of interesting facts about them in my FTM now, including English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, French, Italian, German, Dutch, and at least two different Native American Tribes, and this is just the tip of the iceberg!

I have been seriously researching for about 13 years and have learned more about my ancestors than my grandparents ever knew. And I’m sure, some things they wouldn’t want to know.
I love mysteries!