Genealogists never die, they just loose their roots. A hay stack full of needles. It's the threads I need. Where you confuse the dead and irritate the living. I think my family tree is a few branches short of full bloom.
Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.
What I'm doing, when I don't know what I'm doing. Take nothing but ancestors, leave nothing but records. If you want to find a needle in a haystack, you've got to be scientific about it. Otherwise, it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The past is not dead.