Here's a tidbit for all of us 'budding' genealogists :-)) Mugs Who am I? (Author Unknown) I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To see if I could find the makings of me. And all that I had was Great Grandfather's name, Not knowing his wife or from whence he came. I chased him across a long line of states, And came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn, Poor old Great-Grandpa had never been born. One day I was sure the truth I had found, Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. I looked up the record of one Uncle John, But then found the old man to be younger than his son. Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected made me quite sad, Dear Old Great-Grandfather was never a Dad. It seems that someone is pulling my leg, I'm not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg. After hundreds of dollars I"ve spent on my tree, I can't help but wonder if I'm really me.