My Never Ending Story

I've always been a sucker for a good story.  Over time, I've collected little bits of my family history here and there and have them displayed all over my home; A  sewing table that belonged to my great grandmother, a typewriter that was giving to my grandfather by his mother, the dining room table that was given to dad from a favorite cousin who was fondly called "Aunt", a Victorian lamp that my parents purchased with money given to them on their wedding, an old show poster with photographs of my very young great grandmother and her parents, and an antique quilt hand made by my great great grandmother and her sisters to name a few.  Recently, I decided that I needed to spend some time not only collecting the goodies, but also the stories.  I have researched my family tree a bit over the years, but in the last six months have delved into the nitty gritty of my ancestors - who they are, when they were alive, and where they are from.  I have come a long way in piecing this puzzle together and have learned many fascinating, funny, and quirky facts about where I come from.  Around every turn, a little mystery is solved.  Yet the more I dig, the more questions I have.  It's like a never ending story...