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I remember thinking that it was hopeless.  Utterly and absolutely hopeless.  
The room was filled with people.  People hugging, taking coats off, putting
coats on, bringing in dishes that smelled delicious and the presents - there
were presents everywhere.

Still my excitement in the hugs, food and presents was troubled by the fact
that I simply couldn't remember really who all these people were.

I was about 5 or maybe 7 years old.  I don't totally recall.  But, I do know
that I was young and I was standing in the living room of my grandparent's
home on a farm outside of Wilmot, Arkansas.

There were dozens of people crowded into that small home - joyous to
reunite for yet another Christmas celebration.

And for the life of me, I couldn't remember who they all were.
I knew that they were all relatives and eventually, I just gave up.  There was no way I was going to learn and/or remember the names
of all of those people.

It's been some 40-odd-years since that Christmas and honestly, I haven't made that much progress.  I still don't remember all of the
names.  I probably never will.  Some of my relatives are probably the same - even if they don't admit it.  Forgetfulness is a genetic

That's why I've decided to add two things to this website - a family tree and captions under all family photos.

You may not be admitting to forgetting names, but I'm sure that you'll enjoy the new features.

I've "stolen" many of these names from the scrapbook my mother (Liz, Elizabeth or Honey - depending on how you think of her) put
together so if some of the names are spelled wrong, let me know.

There also are several dates missing - birth dates and such.  If you have that information, please drop me an e-mail with the correct