I have been interested in family history since hearing family gossip about unknown relatives when a child. The gathering of information and documentation began before computers came into our households. I had many a stiff neck turning the unindexed microfilm reels for hours on end, many times with my then-young children in tow. I had waited weeks for these ordered films to arrive at the local library. Alas, if I only knew to wait! Nowadays, one only has to enter your name and push "search!"

I also enjoy touring cemeteries and speculating on what the families/persons were like after viewing their elaborate monuments or simple stones worn away. Also, finding a family member in a cemetery often leads to other related graves. Further, one can often feel the family roots in these cemeteries. For example, I once visited my "Langlois" graves across from the ocean in Morro Bay, California, and instantly felt a deja vu! Watching the hugh waves crash upon the boulders, recede, and come again was very much the same for my Langlois in Guernsey Island, C.I., where I was fortunate enough to visit and further family research. No wonder they settled in Moro Bay!

I have been interested in family history since hearing family gossip about unknown relatives when a child. The gathering of information and documentation began before computers came into our households. I had many a stiff neck turning the unindexed microfilm reels for hours on end, many times with my then-young children in tow. I had waited weeks for these ordered films to arrive at the local library. Alas, if I only knew to wait! Nowadays, one only has to enter your name and push "search!"

I also enjoy touring cemeteries and speculating on what the families/persons were like after viewing their elaborate monuments or simple stones worn away. Also, finding a family member in a cemetery often leads to other related graves. Further, one can often feel the family roots in these cemeteries. For example, I once visited my "Langlois" graves across from the ocean in Morro Bay, California, and instantly felt a deja vu! Watching the hugh waves crash upon the boulders, recede, and come again was very much the same for my Langlois in Guernsey Island, C.I., where I was fortunate enough to visit and further family research. No wonder they settled in Moro Bay!