I read a post the other day about transfer addictions, self-examined, and concluded that other than exercising regularly, I’m good. The next day, I randomly logged into Ancestry.com and for 48 hours, obsessively tracked my lineage all the way up to Old Grandma Saint Begga born in 618. Transfer addiction. Even going back as far as I could on both sides, I couldn’t find a … Continue reading Wilfred’s Apertif