Ancestor! Ancestor, Oh, why be elusive? When all that I seek of you is proof conclusive? Your birth date, the place, the time of your passing. Your wedding, with whom? That's all I am asking. I spy and I pry into family tradition. Old letters I read - they're in awful condition! Court Records were burned in "The War" (as you know). To graveyards in brambles and briers I oft go. With "preponderance of Evidence", as we like to say. Then, Eureka! Rejoice! I'll write me a book! I'll cite all my sources, be you gentle - or crook. So help me do, please neither shy nor coy be. If you were where 'twould help, I'd send an S.A.S.E. Winston De Ville
This page last updated on 8th August 1998.
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