I guess how I view it is that if it was my own mother we were all referring to and not my husband's eight times great grandmother, (a woman the family did not know was related until recently) would I view it differently? I feel sad every time I cross the intersection where my husband's mother died at only 28 years old. She was broadsided by a woman named Helen Foster who ran the stop sign. It happened over thrity years ago and only a mile from the house where she grew up and in front of the church she attended as a little girl. I never knew her. But the thought of my husband barely three growing up and never knowing his mother still brings a tear to my eye. His skull was crushed when he went through the windshield and fell into his nearly dead mother's lap. She died on the way to the hospital while asking about her children. Now if others thought that re-enacting that crash would be fun I would think that inappropriate (to use a word that would would not bear my own prejudices) If they were to have a parade and dress in blood soaked clothes and burnt on clothes (the car caught fire) I would really wonder...... So while I find the events of that day fascinating to learn of, I believe that it is important to remember that any events in history happened to real people. I have not posted until now as I did not want to start a flame, or offend. But I do think that I might bring a unique perspective to the discussion. And just for the record, I was all excited when I found out that my husband was descended from Mary Easty...... UNTIL I thought about what really happened. A tragedy. I would never have any ill will toward Helen Foster's children that their mother is still alive and my husband's mother is not. But I would be offended if they thought it was fun to learn about the horrific accident. We are not responsible for our ancestors, but we are for ourselves. I certainly hope that my comments will help and not cause a ruckus. I mean no offense. Warm regards, Nicol