Wow, that’s pretty cool beans, mairdie. For real.
Mother refused to tell me anything about my father, an alcoholic regular army rifle instructor/poet that she left when I was six weeks old. So I started doing genealogy to try to find his books and kept bumping up against these PEOPLE! It finally explained one of his poems about what he had done to an “honored name.” So I bought my entire genealogy on Ebay. Including a ticket to the assassination trial!