Who do you think you are?

I'm totally addicted to this show.  I am actually watching it right now, as I am typing.  It finds the family history of famous people.

Let me premise this by saying I know I have a family.  I am very fortunate to have the family  that I do.  I have always felt a little like I was on the outside of the family.  Whether it is Fricker or Biddlecombe, I never really know where my place is.  I've struggled with this over the years.  I've wanted to be a part of the Biddlecombe family -- but never knew if I could be a part of them.  Or if they would want me to be a part of them.  I found this summer that the answer is heck, ya.  I can be a part of the family.

Yesterday when I came home from work I had a big envelope on the counter--it was from Grandma Biddlecombe.  It was our family tree.

As a girl, I have been completely enamoured by anything English, Great Britian, London, Scotland, Ireland--I was fascinated by medieval life--not to mention the Royal Family.  I had a HUGE crush on Prince Andrew growing up....

A number of years ago Melissa, knowing my love for historical drama told me I should read some Edward Rutherfurd books.  I read London, Sarum and New York.  Then, I started on the Forest.

I loved, loved, loved, Sarum, London and New York.  Interestingly, the very first entry of the family history I received:  Thomas Biddlecombe 1744, Salisbury, Wiltshire England.

Bam.

Salisbury is Sarum.  And as I looked through the history--I found my name.  I was in the midst of this family history and I suddenly thought....I belong.  I have a place.

So, I am going to bed with my cold, and I am going to read through the history....see what other amazing things I can find.