I was already an avid genealogist, when I attended a family reunion in 1990. It was there I saw a photo over a century old of a distant relative, taken in the town I grew up in, in a state I had moved from ten years earlier.
While I had lived there, I had no idea any relatives had ever been in that area. That was really a catalyst for me. I soon discovered that several ancestors and many relatives were buried within thirty miles of my home town.
I am currently looking for the grave of a GG-Grandmother, who died within ten miles of another town, in another state, where I had lived prior to school age.
In this highly mobile day and age, we move around a lot. As a modern society, it's very easy to lose a sense of our roots. Yet, they are all around us. We need only to acknowledge them, and honor them.