As I look up from my desk I see our family pictures and heirlooms looking back at me. It is for them that I pursue my research and delve into the past. Whatever lies hidden in an archive on microfilm, tucked away in a dusty box up in an attic or on a weather worn stone hidden in a cemetery. These treasures drive me to fill in the blanks of my tree, our family tree. I want to find out the truths, the unknown, the mystery of where our people came from, how they got here and how they lived. How are we to know where we are going if we don't know where we came from? For my two young beloved daughters, this is your history.
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