Walking in the footsteps


The small dirt road on the left leads to what is still a working farm: Balnagarrow, just outside Kirriemuir, Scotland.

It’s a pretty intense feeling, walking in the very footsteps an ancestor once took. I had never experienced that feeling before, but now that I have I can’t wait for the next opportunity.

I remember very clearly when I first got interested in genealogy. It was one of those very rudimentary family tree assignments in elementary school, where we got a blank mimeographed family tree sheet to fill out and turn in as our assignment. We didn’t do big poster boards with photos and such back then. Things were simple. Purplish-blue, blurry mimeograph paper. Fill-in-the-blanks-type stuff. It was the 1970s. Continue reading


Random musings of an insomniac

Last night was one of THOSE nights. A splitting pain in the right side of my head…Excedrin did nothing for it. A few hours later, more Excedrin. I know, I know…caffeine in the Excedrin didn’t help the sleep issue. But the pain was serious, and Excedrin doesn’t usually keep me awake.

Excedrin Migraine

Yeah…these didn’t help.

As the splitting pain gradually subsided, the pressure built behind my forehead. An all-time sinus headache. Excedrin doesn’t cure that, but by the time I realized it was sinuses, I had already popped four Excedrin Migraine tablets. There would be no more medication tonight.

I was awake all night. And my brain was in high gear. It went something like this:

Win or lose, that was a fun Super Bowl. But so frustrating.

FIVE YARDS. Continue reading