My aunt (father's sister) was an ancestry buff; she always was "discovering" something about the old family in France. She was very excited to find out that two members of her family (mother side) -who were the 1st. Atheists in the family and had separated from the others for that reason- had arrived in Argentina few years before her great-grandparents...also from France....she even found we had a farrrrrrrrr removed relative who was the companion of a rich upper class French lady (1700s?).
Gee, I guess all of these justify my nick ...LOL

I got involved in my family lineage for two reasons. Being a great grandson of people who died in the holocaust, I want a ed to find if any of them survived. And my father left when I was young child, I never knew about his family and where they were from.

Before I started doing the research, I would have told you I was from Russian, German, and Irish immigrants that arrived here in the states around the turn of the century. On my mother family, I was correct, but on my father's side. I found myself traveling back through the history of this country and beyond.

The most interesting thing I found, that I am the descendant of Mary Boleyn.

Eh, I don’t care. Especially with no descendents remaining. I’m just the broken off remnants of a decayed limb. I know the last couple of generations and heard stories of maybe the two previous to them. Then I skip many generations before I get to the first blue eyed mutant. But yeah, I don’t care.

I have no lineage. I was adopted and never cared anything about my birth parents. Between having a tie to the past and leaving one's footprints in the sands of time -- it seems people more time not in the present.

Zero... I had NO say in where I came from, I prefer to know where I'm going...