Howdy, Ya'all This is to advise that I will be offline for a period of up to two weeks in the process of implementing changes and system rearrangements, including ISP, URL and associated equipment. Looking forward to returning and a continuation of the enjoyment and informative assets received as a subscriber to Rootsweb and communicating with with my other Cyber friends. Jess Miller [email protected] While the following may not fall within the realm of genealogy per se, except perhaps with any possible decendents, it is certainly timely and appropriate and a beautiful, piognant reminder of just what today's celebration should be all about: In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That marks our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely signing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead, in Flanders fields. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset's glow, Loved and were loved, but now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe, To you from failing hands we throw The torch, its yours to hold it high. But if ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flanders fields. "In Flanders Fields" --- Lt. Col. John McCrae, MD B.1872 - D.1918 KIA just a short time before the Armistice was signed ending World War 1.