As a young child I would go to my grandparents, George and Dorothy Engel's  house and look at what
everyone called, the
old stuff. I was amazed and intrigued about how much stuff my grandparents saved of
their parents, grandparents and great, great grandparents. I would always get out a large 15-20 inch thick
scrapbook that had newspaper articles, pictures, poems and letters and just read about the everyday life of
my ancestors. Little did I know how much this information would influence me, not only with this web site
but with almost every aspect of my life.

My grandmother would always tell me how our relatives were just normal everyday people but they
possessed quality values such as honor, dignity, respect and the most important value of all, trust. As I
grew older the
old stuff was in the back of my mind but I did not or would not get involved in genealogy until
later.

My mother, Ruth Jacobs was accepted into the Alexander Doniphan Chapter of the DAR in 1952. She was
proud of the fact that she had a direct descendant from the Revolutionary War, Capt Thomas Nichols of
Massachusetts. To my mother, this was the greatest thing that could have been bestowed upon her. She
told me about her grandfather, EJ Engel being a ticket agent for ATS&F railroad in Argentine, Kansas or DT
Nichols being an agent for the CB&Q and CRI&P railroad in Wyanet, Illinois or his cross country  journey via
the Mormon, Oregon and California trails by mule back in 1851. All of these stories about my relatives
seemed really neat but little did I know how much effect it would have on my family and myself.
My Present Past
A genealogical experience
History
As a young child I would go to my grandparents, George and Dorothy Engel's house and look at what everyone called, the old
stuff
. I was amazed and intrigued about how much stuff my grandparents saved of their parents, grandparents and great, great
grandparents. I would always get out a large 15-20 inch thick scrapbook and read the newspaper articles, poems, letters, guest
books and look at the pictures from the everyday life of my ancestors. Little did I know how much this information would influence
me, not only with this web site but with almost every aspect of my life.

My grandmother would always tell me how our relatives were just normal everyday people but they possessed quality values
such as honor, dignity, respect and the most important value of all, trust. As I grew older the old stuff was in the back of my mind
but I did not or would not get involved in genealogy until later.

My mother,
Ruth Jacobs was accepted into the Alexander Doniphan Chapter of the DAR in 1952. She was proud of the fact that
she had a direct descendant from the Revolutionary War,
Capt Thomas Nichols of  Charlemont, Massachusetts. To my mother,
this was the greatest thing that could have been bestowed upon her. She told me about her grandfather,
EJ Engel being a ticket
agent for the
ATS&F railroad in Argentine, Kansas or DT Nichols being an agent for the CB&Q and CRI&P railroad in Wyanet,
Illinois or his cross country journey via the Mormon, Oregon and California trails by mule in 1851.

I would also listen to my dad,
Robert E Jacobs tell about his life on the farm in Jerico Springs Missouri. His solo move in 1943, at
16 years of age, with his younger brother Edgar, to work in the
North American Aviation B-25 bomber factory in the Fairfax District
of Kansas City. His tenure at the railroad depot in
Birmingham, being a police officer in Liberty, Missouri and his final employment
at Trans World Airlines

All of these stories about my relatives seemed really neat
but little did I know how much effect it would have upon my family and myself.
Patriotism has no better way of being enkindled
and manhood and womanhood, too,
no more certain method of elevating itself than in these
individual discoveries of our ancestor's virtues.
For they did have virtues, too, of which we might well be proud.

                        ...... Fred W. Bailey
  New Haven, Connecticut June 15th, 1898
The man that cares not
who his grandfather was,
is worse than an infidel

........Horace Greely
The story of life,
is quicker than
the wink of an eye.

The story of love,
is hello and goodbye,
until we meet again

........... Jimi Hendrix
1970