When I was twelve, my grandfather told me of his mother, who died when he was nine. He gave me a handwritten book his cousin wrote out for me of the family genealogy as I was interested in family history. That book began my love of searching out my families roots and learning the rich deep history of the fabric which our lives are woven.

When I was twelve, my grandfather told me of his mother, who died when he was nine. He gave me a handwritten book his cousin wrote out for me of the family genealogy as I was interested in family history. That book began my love of searching out my families roots and learning the rich deep history of the fabric which our lives are woven.