Hi and thanks for stopping in. In the beginning, all I wanted to do was to print a nice family tree of about 4 generation, but something happened. As I wrote down the names of my ancestors I begin to wonder when they were born and who were they. As I researched the names, they became real people. People that once walked upon grounds that I have walked. That looked at the same stars that I often gaze upon. That had watched the same sun set behind the mountain.As I saw the family tree taking shape I realized that all these people and then some contributed to the person I am. These people, my ancestors.I found hardship that in my lifetime, I have not known.Washing machines where two hands and a scrub board. Running water was a stream that was close to the house. Cooking was an all day chore. Fresh meat was something hunted and cleaned yourself. A new dress had to been sown by hand. A hard life is what I saw but I saw something else too. A simple life lived by simple people. Where the important things had nothing to do with the stock market or how much money you had in the bank. Neighbors were to be trusted and a helping hand could be found around the bend. In God we trust was not just something printed on the dollar bill and a good name was something to be proud of. As I have researched my genealogy, I have felt humbled to be a part of God's unique plan, an understanding of how small we really are yet I have seen the greatness in which we have beencreated.