I just received a wonderful video taken by my friend that lives in Tazewell County. He is has put together a four seasons documentary of Tazewell County and the very first scene is Falls Mills in the Winter. It has titles and music but no narration and is professionally accomplished. As the scenes flash on the TV I feel the greatest urge to get the heck back to VA. He mentions a brief history of the area in his titles for each of the communities he documented. He also did a great video on McDowell County that he titled "The Other Side-McDowell County After The Mines Closed". I am sending a copy of the McDowell video to the producer of "October Skies" to show them what they missed by not filming on location. They may not view the video but it will be in the mail in the next couple of days. I spent a long military career in the Navy and Air Force as a motion picture photographer documenting military in what they do best as it happened and I feel cheated when a documentary comes out about one area but filmed in another state. I just wanted to mention the video that I have in my VCR right now and Peggy just happened to mention Falls Mills made me want to respond on the subject. I am using my computer to edit my family history as a documentary. I am capable of using photos, video clips, drawings, art work, model photography as well as narration and music to tell the story. It is a monumental task but a lot of fun. I do this in parallel with what I am doing with my Family Tree Maker, Family Album, Photo Programs, Generations Genealogy Program and MS Publisher 98. I try to get a video and/or audio narration of what family members remember about their loved ones. I hope to have a completed taped video as well as CD video for my cousins and grand children. This is the monument that I want to leave in memory of me, Robert Crabtree for those of my family that follow. The wonderful information that I get from this and other lists and the tapes and stories from my friend in VA feeds fuel for the work that I am doing. My title is "How Did I Get Here?". It started when my mother told me that babies came from being born in "stump water". This seemed reasonable to me because just out in the woods a little way was an old stump that had water and tadpoles and they looked just like those pictures in her medical book that I would steal looks at. One day while on the freeway here in CA I asked myself, "how in the heck did I get here" and I have been hooked on genealogy ever since. Sorry, I got carried away.