The process of tracing our family is an arduous one- secrets, lost records, memories gone; but the effort is "rubbing off". Family near and far is now searching through boxes, and closets and looking for that Family Bible-genealogy is contagious! But, the story I want to share is of my daughter. Her great grandparents are buried in a nearby National Cemetery, and we visit often.( I never met my husbands grandparents, but his grandma, bless her heart, touches me deeply. In her bible, in every spare space, she wrote names, and dates, and tidbits of family history--without her effort to record these lives, I'd of been lost in the search. You can feel how much she cared for them all.) On one trip with our daughter to the cemetery we explain all the while, about the people buried there-Cavalry soldiers, unknown children,World War Vets-and about Grandpa John and Grandma Bessie. She stood and pondered the stone for her great grandparents; walked a few steps and picked a handful of wild flowers-placed them on top of the stone and said...." There, now they will know we love them and they won't be lonely". Tears in my eyes, I think "this is pretty profound for a 4 year old".And... this is why we do what we do--to pass it on.