Shaky First Steps

I have been stumbling around in my past for a while now. Stumbling really is the only word I can use to describe my meager efforts to wrap my arms around the trunk of my huge family tree. Even as I write this, my brain is exploding with all the paths I could go down as I try to uncover the people who's daily choices built the world I live in today.

I feel a huge debt of gratitude is owed to them, one that I can never fully repay. However, I can try to make the most of their sacrifices and their faith by learning their stories and never leaving the path they worked so hard to blaze.

And so begins my quest. I know that I have very few skills in the realm of family history and that I will probably take several wrong turns on this journey, but every journey requires a first step. So here goes nothing...