I discovered FAG through working on ancestry. A retired teacher of the deaf and professional singer/songwriter, I now have time to do all the things I didn't have time for when I was rearing 4 children. My interest in becoming a teacher of the deaf came from my hearing impaired son who had spotted fever that went into meningococcal meningitis when he was a year old.
Since I was a member of the Oklahoma All-State Drama Cast in 1956, I started college in drama and music transferring from Southeastern in Oklahoma to Portland State in Oregon.
I have a BS in Speech and Theatre Arts from Portland State University and Masters in Special Education, Teaching the Deaf, Western Oregon College.

I would like to enclose something I found on another member's site about how it feels to be working in this field. The author was listed as Catherine (Clemens) Sevenaur, Sep 2009.

A Calling
What calls us to find our ancestors? It goes beyond a simple curiosity. We are taken over, compelled as if possessed by something bigger than us begging to be revealed. There is one of us in most every family, called to be the scribe. I am but one of the many in the long line of story tellers of our clan. Like others I am called to gather and assemble the ancestors - to breathe life back into them as far back as we can reach. We take what we find and chronicle the facts of their existence, remembering their names, who they were, what they did. They are the sum of who we are, for without them, we would not exist. We greet those who came before us, restoring their place in the familial line. We scribe their stories and their histories. We search for them in public libraries, county records, and weed-filled or well-kept cemeteries. We comb through yellowed nedwspapers, family archives and albums. We find them and in finding them - we find ourselves.

I discovered FAG through working on ancestry. A retired teacher of the deaf and professional singer/songwriter, I now have time to do all the things I didn't have time for when I was rearing 4 children. My interest in becoming a teacher of the deaf came from my hearing impaired son who had spotted fever that went into meningococcal meningitis when he was a year old.
Since I was a member of the Oklahoma All-State Drama Cast in 1956, I started college in drama and music transferring from Southeastern in Oklahoma to Portland State in Oregon.
I have a BS in Speech and Theatre Arts from Portland State University and Masters in Special Education, Teaching the Deaf, Western Oregon College.

I would like to enclose something I found on another member's site about how it feels to be working in this field. The author was listed as Catherine (Clemens) Sevenaur, Sep 2009.

A Calling
What calls us to find our ancestors? It goes beyond a simple curiosity. We are taken over, compelled as if possessed by something bigger than us begging to be revealed. There is one of us in most every family, called to be the scribe. I am but one of the many in the long line of story tellers of our clan. Like others I am called to gather and assemble the ancestors - to breathe life back into them as far back as we can reach. We take what we find and chronicle the facts of their existence, remembering their names, who they were, what they did. They are the sum of who we are, for without them, we would not exist. We greet those who came before us, restoring their place in the familial line. We scribe their stories and their histories. We search for them in public libraries, county records, and weed-filled or well-kept cemeteries. We comb through yellowed nedwspapers, family archives and albums. We find them and in finding them - we find ourselves.