There are so many skeletons in everyone's closets, it's a wonder we aren't crushed by the weight of bones when we open them! I'm surprised we ever find out anything about our ancestors! Between the mis-spellings and deliberate date-changes, not to mention the disappearing acts and the 'we don't speak of them' relatives, it's impossible not to be intrigued! History provides us with fertile soil for the rich tapestries of our family's life-stories, sometimes hilarious and sometimes tragic, to grow in.
For my family's story, I'm starting at the end (so far...!) which is me, in Liverpool, Merseyside and reaching back accross the years and miles to Warwickshire, Leicestershire, Cheshire, Ireland and Scotland (not to mention a few suspicions of Yorkshire and Cumbria!
One or two have popped back and forth over the pond to the USA, but I won't be getting to them for some time yet!
Meanwhile, I have a job to do.......