It was searching for my father. Mother left him when I was 6 weeks old and I thought if I could find his book of poetry I’d learn who he was. His letter begging her to come back said he’d burnt his mss and the future could do without him. I tracked back his family from an obituary of his mother that said her pallbearer was the governor of Colorado and three generals. I wanted to see if someone had his book and discovered the story of Henry and saw yet another ancestor who was lost and felt this passion to make sure he AND FATHER wouldn’t be forgotten. Research in languages was a simple step to research in poetry and, after learning poetry research, I finally found father’s book. Regular army and a poet. It’s been the most wonderful quest.
These are the kinds of passions that make life rich ;-)