I Don’t Own My Ancestors I Think They Own Me

Funny after you do genealogy for a while, that so many people feel they own their ancestors. Locked trees, not sharing information; really? Over the years I’ve tried to understand … Continue Reading →

Walk the Talk

If you’re like me, you were raised on family stories. My father has so many stories that I’ve encouraged him to record his stories..more about that at a later date. … Continue Reading →

DNA Road Trip – DNA Kit In Hand

On Monday I drove 2 1/2 hours each way to see my mom’s second cousin; Margaret. I met Margaret a few years ago through my research on the Beaton and the … Continue Reading →

Four DNA Kits

This past week I received the four DNA kits that I’d  ordered from Ancestry the last time they had a sale. I had decided who I was testing when I … Continue Reading →

Heartbreaking

  I follow a lot of Facebook pages in the interest of genealogy. I like to read as much as I can on the subject so that if I find … Continue Reading →

That’s Not Fair

When your into DNA like I am;  you test everyone you can talk into it in the family. So I’ve tested myself, my dad and mom, my two sons, various … Continue Reading →

A Tongue In Cheek Open Letter To My DNA Cousin (Raw Data)

Dear DNA Cousin; First of all I want to tell you how happy I was when we connected. Over the years our families have drifted apart, but I understand, we all … Continue Reading →

Family History Treasures

I call them family treasures but some people might call me a hoarder.  Not that I have a lot of old things but I find that some people don’t seem to … Continue Reading →

PICNIC, It’s Not What You Think

  Sometime when you working on a program whether it’s a genealogy program or any other program it can be frustrating. The bigger frustration is when you realize it’s a … Continue Reading →

A Grain of Truth

You know the stories; your great great grandmother was from a royal family and when she arrived she didn’t know how to cook or clean because she always had servants. … Continue Reading →