I think all of us genealogy folks have wondered this at least one time.. Am I Really Me? I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To find, if I could, the makings of me. And all that I had was Great-grandfather's name, Not knowing his wife's nor from whence they both 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, Proved poor 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, Then found the old man was younger than his son. But then when my hopes were growing quite dim, I came across records that must have been him. The facts I collected - they made me quite sad, Dear old Great-grandfather was never a Dad. I think someone surely is pulling my leg, I'm not at all sure I'm not 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. --Author Unknown Dorothy Nanninga Sewell dsewell@alaska.net Eagle River, Alaska Ostfriesland Ancestors http://www.alaska.net/~dsewell