I need to get to work on one of those genealogical sites while this issue is trending and try to lay claim to a large estate in Scotland. Preferably one with a well-kept castle already on it. ;^)
Genealogy has helped me realize I’m descended from a bunch of long lines of hardworking poor nobodies.
That’s why I was born in America.
It would still be nice to bicycle or otherwise tour through the various old stomping grounds of my many and varied ancestors. Someday, maybe. :’)
Oh, and when you get the castle, you do realize that you’ll get a knock on the porticullis some evening, and when you open it up to see who it is, you’ll be bum-rushed by a big crowd of FReepers. They’ll bring their own booze, leaf, and firearms. Par-tay!