I would just like to say a big thank you to everybody who has contributed to  this site with information and photographs.


"I trace my family tree, so I know who's to blame". 



Don't know who this is, just dug him up from somewhere! But he seems happy.





"Just when you think you've found them all, Up pops 
another!". 





The Limbs That Move
  
                      The limbs that move,  the eyes that see,                      These are not entirely me;
                      Dead men and women helped to shape
                      The mold which I do not escape;
  
                      The words I speak, my written line,
                      These are not uniquely mine.
                      For in my heart and in my will
                      Old ancestors are warring still,
  
                      Celt, Roman, Saxon, and all the dead
                      From whose rich blood my veins are fed,                      In aspect, gesture, voices, tone,
                      Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone;
  
                      In fields they tilled I plough the sod,                      I walk the mountain paths they trod;
                      And round my daily steps arise
                      The good and bad of those I comprise

Written by English Author Richard Rolle,                      over 600 years ago.




I think this is one of mine, I can tell by the walk.