You know, of course, that the Bible speaks of worse "mongering" than cheese. Ha. And, no, we don't choose our relatives, but the colorful ones always add a little spice to the family foliage. I was telling a visiting minister one day after church about family history, and he told me this interesting little story about a lady he knew who had published her family history. He listened carefully to her list of community pillars, because he knew just about every family around that area. "Oh," he replied, "you're kin to the Joneses who live up on the hill on Sand Road." She drew herself up, highly perturbed, and let him know in no uncertain terms that she WAS NOT, in any form or fashion, related to THOSE people. "I know you are," said the preacher. "The family you speak of in your family tree makes you cousin to them." "MY family tree includes no such people," she replied. "Madam," said the preacher. "You don't HAVE a family tree. You have a nicely trimmed boxwood." (Love that story). The person who commented about the probability of "cheesbroker" rather than "broken" is more than likely to be hitting in the ballpark. Loved reading the original descendant's tongue-in-cheek view of his heritage, and the replies. Linda M. Smith