It starts off one quiet, Friday night. Perhaps there's nothing much to watch on the TV. You've finished that novel you bought from Waterstone's last week.
Hmm ... you think. How would it be if I put my surname into Google and see what it throws up?
Before you know it, you're lost in a maze of family history websites all seemingly dedicated to your own special family. You turn around to check the clock on the wall, and suddently you realise four hours of your life has gone.
THIS IS HOW IT STARTS FOR SO MANY PEOPLE - a familiar tale of the insistent drag that the study of genealogy can have upon your very soul.
I beg you, if you have not yet considered tracing your family tree, then cast that thought aside should it ever infiltrate your mind. We can, of course, help those who are afflicted: but how much better might it be if we could stem the tide of lost wanderers, cut down with one fell swoop the trail of individuals driven to spend their every waking hour huddled over a dim microfiche reader?
If you know anyone who has intimated their desire to find their ancestors, point them in our direction, please.
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