I wish that searching for family history was like an episode of Blue’s Clues. Every clue would have a blue paw print, screaming, “A clue!” It doesn’t really work that way. There’s no song and dance, no paw prints. I’m finding that more often than not, I don’t even recognize clues as they come at me. It is more often that I look at something and wonder what it means, then forget about it for some time.
Maybe it’s best to let ideas turn over in our minds for awhile before we try to make sense of them.
Still–it would be nice if, once in awhile, clues came with a song. 🙂
barefooted semmie 