I think my family tree is a few branches short of full bloom. Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards. My ancestors are hiding in a witness protection program. What I'm doing, when I don't know what I'm doing. Take nothing but ancestors, leave nothing but records.
Genealogists never die, they just lose their roots.
A hay stack full of needles. It's the threads I need. The place for storing your priceless genealogy records. Friends come and go, but relatives tend to accumulate. Here lies Ezekial Aikle Age 102 The Good Die Young.