Nobody lost their heads today...or had them displayed on pikes until they were smelly and rotten and birds had pecked their eyes out...

But I did knock some people who were not related after all off my tree...have quite enough genuine folk without adding anymore...they weren't the Americans though...but another branch, and I'm not sure how they managed to sneak in when I wasn't looking...

I've become so terribly blase about the dates that when I come down to the 1600 and 1700's I find myself sighing and thinking how awfully recent those people are...and heaven forbid getting right down to the 1940's...then I add those people really quickly to get it over and done with...they weren't involved in treasonable plots against the King...they didn't live in fortified houses or castles with turrets and had horrible husbands who tried to poison them...they aren't listed in Burkes Peerage and they never needed to pay a Hearth Tax...

So I've become an Ancestry snob.

What I've not attempted to do is to gather up all the branches of the family and put them together...most of the really interesting people like Harald Bluetooth and his kin stem from my third cousin...he is at the start of it all as it were. So those Icelandic Princesses with strange sounding names...the odd Frenchman...the occasional Viking in his Longhouse...those poor men who were beheaded...and the Sicilian I found for the first time today, they all of them lead back to my third cousin...there are the worthy first Americans and the landowners who lost everything to Cromwell and the people who married their first cousins and had children named Nicholas the Idiot...and right down to the family yesterdays searches produced who died pitiful deaths as paupers in the Workhouse...

Isn't it strange altogether that one person can, and is, responsible for all those ancestors...but isn't it totally amazing also...

Without the internet and a computor I'd not have found out 99% of the family background...my cousin Stephen, who began researching the family twenty odd years ago, went from Parish to Parish persuading Vicars to allow him access to their records...he was usually met with interest because researching one's roots wasn't popular then...if Stephen had had access to Ancestry back when he began then it would have taken him no time at all.

And you remember I'd wanted some sort of a remembrance for all the babies...it will have to be a small circle of really pretty roses around a stone statue...there is no way I could make plaques for each and every little person who died as a baby. There must literally be hundreds over the last five or six centuries...from those who died in the 1100's to those who died in the 1800's...some women lost child after child after child...some had fourteen or fifteen children with gaps between where there were probably babies who didn't survive...

So I'm going to look for a little stone statue and then plant roses around it and make one small plaque for all the babies...babies of Vikings and Mediaeval High Born women...the babies who died in the Workhouses and those of the Icelandic girls and the women who lived in remote Scottish castles...

Now I'd better go and get the supper before I get all over maudlin' again...must be my age!