My beloved grandma used to tell me stories of her childhood, and I would say, "Nana, when I grow up I shall write it all down". Alas, she couldn't wait that long; she died when I was 15, but it left me with an interest in family stories. Her husband, my grandad, died at 45, so I never knew him, but my mum used to talk about him a lot. She also told me stories of her childhood, and she used to talk about her uncle, who was killed in WW1
Well, time passed, I grew up, married and brought up a family. Then two things happened. We got a computer, and I found I enjoyed using it, then the CWGC came online. I found that great-uncle Valentine was killed on the Somme and has no known grave. That was the start. I turned my attention next to my grandad, who had 9 brothers and sisters (so I have discovered hitherto unknown second cousins). I wanted to put the people in those stories in the context of their life and times. And so it goes on, except that I have got sidetracked into transcribing PR microfiches for FreeReg. But one day I'm really going to get my tree off those bits of paper and the backs of envelopes (phone calls) and into proper order. One day...............