DO YOU EVER HAVE THAT FEELING… OF BEING WATCHED
o you ever wonder if your ancestors are watching? Peering over your shoulder as you poke about in their private lives, shaking their heads and muttering ‘Don’t do it!’ under their spectral breath? I should tell you that as I’m typing this first paragraph dedicated to strange goings-on in the Lindsay Family History sanctum that is my study, a pain like a sharp pin in my right big toe caused a squeal that might well
