I had been interested in family history since childhood, when I'd come across some ancestors' graves in the cemetery down the street from my home. My mother, who was the town historian and an avid amateur genealogist, told me about who they were, where they had lived, everything she knew about this ancestor family of mine. One man had even fought in the American Revolution! I was hooked even then, though I had no idea how involved in genealogy I would eventually become.

Fast forward to about the year 2010, when I signed up with a membership on ancestry.com. Immediately I was engrossed in the task of building my family tree, generation after generation. My mother's family was fairly easy. Her ancestors were almost all early settlers in America, with several Mayflower ancestors in her lines. But when I got to my father's family, it was a different story.

My Dad's mother's family wasn't so hard. They too had been early settlers, mostly in Connecticut and New York state. But his father's lineage was much more murky. His father had been brought to an orphanage at the age of 4 and, while his parents names were known, little else about them had been passed down in the family lore. I went to work.

My grandfather's mother wasn't hard to trace. She had emigrated from England to New Jersey in the late 19th century along with family members to find work in the silk mills of Paterson, NJ. I was able to trace her ancestors back several generations in England. She had met and married my great-grandfather, John Rae, in Paterson. John had emigrated from Scotland, but nothing else was known about him. Here was my mystery!

My brother, Derek, had also caught the genealogy bug and had, in recent years, been trying to solve the mystery of my great-grandfather's origins. He had come up with two facts: John Rae came from the Glasgow region of Scotland and his mother's name was Caroline. That was it. I took it from there.

....... to be continued .....

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