I have spent most of my earlier years not knowing who my family was or where they came from, so that is the reason I became a family researcher. I do my best to connect family members to long lost family members. I treat each individual that I research as if I were a private detective, on the trail to solve a mystery. I leave no stone un-turned in my quest to find the truth. I spend hours researching old records that I can get my hands on, if the search does not match I do not add it to my data base. I have found that with each wrong information it is like a shotgun blast and it is very difficult to reclaim all the pellets of wrong information put forth. I even look at some of these blocks as a brick wall that has to be chipped away at until I can knock the wall down for the true information needed to build the family history. For this I truly believe that I am a good researcher, putting forth the truth and only the truth. When I receive much loved photos of loved ones that have passed I relish in the knowledge that you might have gotten to know them, where as I have missed out on knowing my grandparents and to hear stories of the past. Lastly I do not mean to offend anyone in my quest for knowledge of my family history.