The Relatives

As kids, Dad would regularly take us up to Kinross where his great-grandad ran the meal mill, looking for traces of the old family. And when I was quite a bit older we did some family history research in at the Registry Office and began to discover quite a lot more. But one enduring mystery was the fate of the miller's sons. The youngest died of TB as a master cabinetmaker in Torphichen Place, the middle son moved to Edinburgh and was my Dad's Grandad, but the eldest disappeared off the face of the earth. No death certificate. No appearance on any emigrant passenger lists, despite a family rumour that one of the old family had gone to Canada.
And then, five years after Dad's death, I found a posting from an American couple on a genealogy website. Mystery solved - they were Roger and Dottie and this is their son Jeff who must be some cousin however many times removed. They live out in LA - he's an educational instructor in techie communication things. And what a fine guy he is. And that's Theresa - they met on the internet site, plentymorefish.com. She'd been on it six years; Jeff, barely a month. Good catch! So this is us in l'escargot Blanc - my sis and myself caught in his wide angle. Now just to save a bit and get out there for a return visit.