For all those listers that have helped me, thank you. I would like to share another poem with you cheers Lyn I think that I shall never see, the finish of a family tree, as it forever seems to grow from roots that started long ago. Way back in an ancient time, in foreign land and distant clime, >From them grew trunk and branching limbs, that dated back to time so dim. One seldom knows exactly when, the parents met and married then; Nor when the twigs began to grow, with odd-named children, row on row. Though verse like this is made by me, the end's insight, as you can see. "Tis not the same with the family trees, that grow and grow through centuries. - Author unknown