The cat sitting at the keyboard of the computer explains to the cat watching: “So far I’ve discovered I was in a litter of eight and my mother’s name was Fluffy.
– Contributed by Shirley O. to Cockney Ancestor #89 –
Genealogy can be an addictive hobby. I started tracing my family tree when we moved to England for a few years. Most of my grandparents came from England, so it was a wonderful opportunity to not only discover my roots, but see where those roots had been planted.
I can’t count how many times I took the train into London so that I could visit the various archives for information. On week-ends, my spousal unit and I would go sightseeing – often planning our destination so I could visit at least one cemetery on my research list. On one such trip, we visited the seaside town where my grandfathers family had been tradesmen. We saw the little old houses they would have lived in. We walked the streets that they would have walked. We had lunch, and a pint, in a pub they would have frequented. It was just the best research day ever!