Researching your family history and piecing it all together is like one big jigsaw.
	It takes lots of patience, as you will probably be doing it for years. It becomes very 
	addictive and you become more and more determined to find the next piece. It will, of 
	course, never be complete, you just go back as far as you can. You could never imagine 
	how many people actually spend all their free time looking at micro-film and dusty
	old books and papers. It appears, we are a nation of would be genealogists, sometimes 
	referred to as 'nosey' people!



	You find yourself in places you would never dream you'd be, such as walking around old 
	graveyards reading the headstones, just in case one of your ancestors is laid to rest 
	there!  You get a mixed reaction from people, they either invite you around and get all 
	the old photo's out, or they say they know nothing.



	All in all, family history research can be very satisfying.  When you eventually find that
	elusive ancestor you've been searching for, for so long, you get a feeling that I can only
	describe as an achievement well worth waiting for.  Only to realise that you're about to 
	start all over again, searching for someone else.