Dad used to tell me that he didn’t want to study our family tree too much.  “There’s going to be someone there who wore a rope for a necktie”, he would say.  In most part Dad was content with knowing his grandfather, Samuel Knight – born in 1887 – and not much further.

(Samuel’s wife, Maggie Warren, was born in 1880 and died in 1979.  I’m old enough to remember her in her final years… and that’s a pretty neat thing, to have known someone who knew Civil War veterans and was a young lady when the Wright Brothers flew their plane.)

With not much else to do with my own time these past several months, I thought it would be intriguing if I started to research our family history.  Quietly praying that there wasn’t some scoundrel of ill repute back there anywhere.  And now I can say that ours ...