I went searching for an ancestor, I cannot find him still, He moved around from place to place and did not leave a Will. He married where a courthouse burned. He mended all his fences, He avoided any man who came to take the U.S. census. He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame. And every 20 years or so, this rascal changed his name. His parents came from Europe. They should be upon some list of passengers to U.S.A, but somehow they got missed. And no one else in this world is searching for this man, So, I play geneasolitaire to find him if I can. I'm told he's buried in a plot, with tombstone he was blessed; but the weather took engraving, and some vandals too the rest. He died before the country clerks decided to keep records, No Family Bible has emerged, in spite of all my efforts. To top it off this ancestor, who caused me many groans, Just to give me one more pain, bethrothed a girl named JONES. (by Merrel Kenworthy) A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EACH ONE OF YOU IN THE GROUP, AND A HAPPY, PEACEFUL, AND HEALTHY NEW YEAR , AND MAY YOU FIND ALL YOUR BEHYMER RELATIVES NEXT YEAR. Sallye Gundy Martin 1998