the British forces. A friend of mine has a wonderful painting of Woody Point when there were still union jacks all around town. There still seem to be a disproportionate amount of them about. Whilst I really love all of the above, the one thing that really surprised me when I first came to Newfoundland was how often people would tell me that their family is from the UK. I always kind of anticipated this being a 'my parents emigrated when I was 6 months old' kind of story. But I didn't see it coming for people to tell me that their great, great grandfather came from Dorset. Or the name of the tiny Lancashire town that their great, great, great grandmother was born in. It's amazing how much people know about their lineage. I'm pretty family oriented. It's more difficult now I live abroad, but I always tried to call my grandparents weekly. I like travelling with my sister. That kind of thing. But, although I love my family dearly, I'm ashamed to say that I know next to nothing about my ancestors. Of my great grandparents, I know one of their names and two of their occupations (lace maker and inn keeper-pretty awesome, right?) It boggles my mind that people here can trace things back 7 or 8 generations to know exactly where they came from. It also makes me feel a bit bad that I don't. So from a simple conversation about the fact that I have