Cookie, how many past generations have you discovered? 200 pages of information is quite an accomplishment. Wish you could post some old picture. What is the oldest one you have come across?

When I was 26 years old, an aunt told me that my father was adopted. I was floored. My brother and I had no idea. I wish he had told us. It would have been interesting to delve into his side of the family. He used to call me his little gipsy. Hmmm I wonder. ... Hush fantasy; you're running away with me.
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