I started researching genealogy the summer of 2000 after talking with a friend who had been researching for many years. I had always wanted to know my family history, but knew I would become addicted. The more I find, the more I become addicted. I created this site as a memorial to all those who gave me life.
I was born and raised in Magnolia, Ohio the third child of David and Nancy Greer, I graduated from Sandy Valley High and after attending a few years in college, enlisted in the United States Air Force where I became an Air Traffic Controller. I spent the next 8 years in Texas, Mississippi, Philippines, and Arkansas. After leaving the USAF, I graduated with an Associate Degree in Paralegal and soon after, my road took me to another path.
I have a fifteen year-old son, 'which is practically 18, which is practically 21, which is almost 26 Mom'. Who doesn't think that way when they are "EEEK!", a teenager? A car freak who never fails to point out a car while we are driving and tell me each and EVERY aspect of the vehicle and why he has to have THAT car. Of course, each time he spots a different car, it's the same thing over again and he has to have THAT car too. Then there are the constant worries over his stunts on his bike and his skateboards. His body is now an array of green, black and blue, with a few bumps and scrapes from his most recent attempt at being "Evil Erik". And the constant "Mom, feel this, can you feel the bump - Cool" How come boys ENJOY the fact that their bodies are injured? Is it possible to feel hair turning gray? I have contemplated going back to Huggies for extra padding (or relief for me when I watch him), seems so much better when the diaper was there to help the ease of the falls. AND, I chose this? Wouldn't trade him for anything. (Except a REALLY good hair color kit)
I can't forget my other three kids, Biscuit (the dog), Cera and Rocket (the cats) who follow me around as if they were ACTUAL children. But, then again, I think they might be as the two little sisters (cat fights) start, there is the BIG sister (the dog), trying to break it all up. Have you ever seen a cat's hair stand straight out in fright? Well, I have, and it's absolutely hilarious!
I have corresponded with many wonderful people over the past few years, most of which have been distant cousins who share the same addiction. My thanks to them and their willingness to share with me. |
