Shakin' the Family Tree

They can get interesting, can't they? Like the time I was in the Welsh town where my grandfather W. was born, and sat on a bench to wait for my DH to finish locating a hotel room, and kept wanting to take a picture of a specific house. I found out six months later, back in the US, that that was the house Granddad had been born in.

Wish I'd taken the picture...