A month ago I wrote that I had joined Ancestry.com to do a little family history research. The other night I spent an hour and a half on the phone with the cousin that I thought I had not seen for 60 years. It turns out that he and his new bride came to visit my mother and me in 1961. He met and married his wife in Rome when he was in the Air Force so when they came back to the US they traveled around for her to meet the relatives and we were on the tour. When I think about it, I barely remember that visit but the cousin does. We had a great visit on the phone. There are only four of the ten cousins still living and he has been in contact with the three remaining. We agreed that it is sad when the family members die and there is no one left to reminisce with. Another cousin's son also is doing a lot of family research and is writing a book about the Irish side of the family. He has 300 photos on his family tree, many of them of my mother when she was a child and a young adult that I have never seen before. She was a flapper and taught two of my older cousins how to do the Charleston and the Black Bottom. She was born in 1900 and died in 1982. I still miss her and think of her so often when I have questions about different things. I always say I wish I could ask my mother-she would know. My daughter now tells my grandsons to ask Grandma (me) when they have questions. They think I know everything. I don't discourage this fallacy. Another of the pictures is of a log cabin that a great, great, great grandfather built in the early 1800s. It is still standing near Quincy, IL. This side of the family came from Germany, landing in New Orleans and came up the Mississippi River to settle Adams County, IL.