What amuses me is how many young people want to know where they came from without knowing their relatives! I mean, I have a fairly detailed family tree. It's not that exciting. My kids aren't interested in meeting their cousins or great aunts. But they'd like to know if they have Viking blood or First Nations ancestry. It bores them that most of their ancestors are boring farmers with the odd preacher mixed in. And yet I proudly tell them that we can trace our line back a thousand years. And even then it's sadly noted we were on the wrong side of the Battle of Hastings in 1066. It reminds me of when regressive souls were all the rage and people remembered when they were kings and queens in past lives; they never seemed to be pig farmers or scullery maids. And yet I'd be tickled to trace my ancestry back to the Daughters of the King. Cool!