So, tell me, who are you?
As middle age has descended upon me, my mind has turned to my roots -- and a genealogist has been born.
In 1847, a young woman, named Anne, left her home to travel to America. Her story is likely not unique, but it is real and as much a part of me as her name. I would enjoy your company as I take a trip and learn more about Anne and her life.
This blog will be a place were I plop what I learn.