Well, I was going to write about bird poop today :) but I got stuck wandering around in Ancestry.com again today. It's a giant sinkhole of time, and today I sucked Grace into it and she got hooked, too.
My son's great-great-great-great grandfather.
We sat together, following path after path in both our trees (she's my stepdaughter, so they're different) and in a very short time, she was hooked. We got so excited when we actually found a relative who served in the Revolutionary War, and then followed that back into the 1600's, but sadly realized at some point that we were barking up the wrong family tree -- she was only related to that person by marriage, not blood. :(
The house of my husband's great-great-great grandfather, George Bates.
We're having a blast. I'll be happy when this two weeks is over and I can switch over to the German site and find something about my family. I swear I'm going to take a break from it tomorrow, but . . . we'll see.
I promise I will write about the bird poop tomorrow or the next day -- cross my heart and hope to die.