... Remember me in the family tree, my name, my days, my strife ... Then I will ride upon the wings of time and live an eternal life ... Goetsch

"We are the chosen ones. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors, to put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow, they know and approve. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one.

People without a history is like wind across the buffalo grass...Sioux