My ancestors arrived on the JUNEflower. Only a genealogist regards a step backwards as progress. It's a poor family that hath neither a Lady of the Evening nor a thief. I'm hunting forebears. I'm not sick, I've just got fading genes.
Genealogists live in the past lane.
A non-branching family tree. Too bad about the data for which you wrote Sank in a storm on an ill fated boat. Stacks of old copies of wills and the such Were proof that my work had become much to much. Our children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. And I at my table was ready to drop From work on my album with photos to crop.