I started off by doing research on the history of the village I have lived in since 1971. This started after a man I worked with who had written books had said the village had no history

and I wanted to see if he was right.
When my brother and sister came south to visit I told them what I had been doing when my sister suggested I did the McGurn family history. I had never given any thought to this as I had been taken into her family from the age of two months then adopted by her mother - who at the time was a 58yr old widow her husband having died two days after I was born.
Since starting to research the family I have not only confirmed that information I grew up with about my start in life was actually true, but have also discovered that - unlike my friends at school - I did have a lot of cousins, aunts and uncles living in the surrounding areas, apart from two elderly aunts, that I never knew about.
I now know more about them than I know about the members of the family I grew up with, as they were all the generation above me. Snippets learnt some years ago seem to suggest that I am actually part of the family but from what branch (maternal or paternal) I do not know yet and do not suppose I will ever find out for sure.
The one thing I am still eternaly grateful for is that if I had not been adopted I may well have been one of those children shipped out of this country during or just after the war.
Jean