Oooooh, we all seem to come across those awful Brick Walls don’t we?
I don’t suppose any of our ancestors had any idea that while they pottered about with their daily lives they would move or be naughty and get transported or something like that and then leave their descendants searching everywhere to find out what happened to them.
I have been seriously researching for over 20 years now and seem to have many more Brick Walls to knock down than I did even five years ago. It seems to me that just when you get the answers to some things they then pose even more questions and bring you right up to a Brick Wall.
I just put my detective hat on (my other half tells me he wants to buy me a deerstalker hat, a large magnifying glass and a curved pipe – a la Sherlock Holmes) because frequently I am telling him “I am on the trail” and then he gets that glazed look in his eyes (you know, the look that those not so interested in genealogy get) when I then tell him what trail I’m on – and it could be one of many!!! 😉