My dining room table is covered with a trove of genealogical treasures.  My dad was back east this week visiting my grandfather.  While he was there, I got him to pick up a box family documents and photographs.  It filled a suitcase and my dad dropped it off at my house this afternoon.  I excited – like a child on Christmas morning excited.  I’ve already spent several hours tonight going through all the photographs and documents, sorting them into like piles.  I’ve located photographs of ancestors I know very little about – these photographs are the first inkling of any real information I have about them. 

I can’t wait to start really digging into the information and finding out new information about all my ancestors contained in all these documents.  I’m down right giddy – and intimidated by the sheer volume.