Off to attend to the rest of my life, but before doing so I have to thank...again and again...those on the Lanark list and the "Doonhamer" ones. My English "anonymous sleuth" on the Wigtownshire site even went to PRO at Kew (London), a fair distance away from where he lives in England, and found copies of my father's military record with the Highland Light Infantry and Labour Corps, and what medals he was entitled to, though just run of the mill, even though he was wounded and suffered shell-shock. He also found the paperwork for the military hospitals where my father was taken after he was repatriated from the hell-hole of trench warfare in France., as well as other paperwork I would never have been able to find from this side of the world unless I hired a professional researcher. My brother had beaten a path to the H.L.I. (regimental) museum in Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow, to try to find this information, but to no avail. Technically, because my father was wounded, he should have been in "some" journal, but he wasn't included. Now, after so many years, we have the records. Additionally, this English fellow made a copy of an insertion in the London Gazette listing the Military Medal winners for April 1917, which had my father's cousin, Johnny Toall's name listed when he served with the Royal Scots. There were no other details, such as the family lore that he and one other Royal Scots' soldier captured some German soldiers. I believe he, too, was wounded. All of this is remarkable because the records were all in one place, and also because so many were destroyed during the blitz in WWII. Also, Jenelle McCarron has been outstanding in her Sherlock Holmes' detective work. I don't know how she even remembers my family name interests, but her latest find, she says by a sheer fluke, was the 1901 England/Wales census which shows in far more detail information on my father's "Doonhamer" grandfather listed with his second family, who were boarders and visitors, as well as coordinates of where the street address in relationship to the seashore. Last year two communications converged to fill me in on this great-grandfather about whom I had limited knowledge: At some point I had posted my interest on some list which was picked up on by a young woman in Derbyshire, England. It turns out that she and I are "half-great-(or great-great) cousins." I probably have the downward steps miscounted! The "anonymous sleuth" on the Wigtownshire site also went above and beyond to find census and BDMs for this great-grandfather of mine who began a second family when he moved to England and thence Wales. Unfortunately, there is no anecdotal paper trail to tell if he ever stayed in touch with his "Doonhamer" first family whom he left behind when he left for England. I did not know this great-grandfather, but I did meet one of his daughters just once when she was an old woman and I was a young girl. She was the mother of my father's Military Medal winning cousin. Why does curiosity about one's "tree" come too late for some? The moral of the story is that one just has to keep on slogging away at this in the hope that someone, somewhere, can help. The three instances I have mentioned are recent highlights, but without the help of others throughout the years my Family Tree Maker would be fairly blank ... and my house a lot less cluttered with paper, paper everywhere. Maisie