|About A Family Affair
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I've always been fascinated by family history - especially when as a child I realised that the same surname occurs (in different generations) on both father's and mother's side of the family - SAMPSON - but have only recently begun to collate the information on this web-site. I am indebted to Sandra Rhymes whose own site motivated me to begin to put my collections of notes, photos and other paraphernalia of family fragments on my own site. (See the links) I have decided to accumulate my tree through links to other family-tree sources that I have found online, including from ancestry.co.uk and from family-tree maker. That means that as yet not all the people in my tree are sourced or verified by me personally. As I grow older it becomes more important to find my own roots. It seems silly to wait until that moment a few years hence when I have the time to go and locate a given record for one missing person, rather than go online and find others who have already done so. How different our situation is in the early C21 from that of earlier generations who had to struggle to find the identities of their own distant ancestries. I have immense admiration to my late aunt Mary for instance, who, with no access to amazing genealogy website was still able to construct a magnificent family-tree from archival sources, bookshops and so on. I am immensely grateful to all those whose hard work I have incorporated into my own ancestral trail on this site. I have endeavoured to reference them back to their own work and hope that what I am trying to do here may one day help others on their own quest back to their own lost ancestries. ... A family script for those who follow Ramblings along the journey How we slide our positions as we go from age to age from role to role from persona to persona how we change how we age how we see each other in each others’ eyes but do not recognize how we are tied to one another by the invisible cobwebs of our rooms strung like beads from wall to wall until we and they are old and grey we think often that we are free but we are for ever strung with them our ropes are complex knots ...