I don't watch TV. There are exceptions to that rule, such as the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (gotta see the Rockettes), some sporting events (depending on how my teams are doing), and all of the Charlie Brown holiday shows. Most TV shows that I've seen are shown via the computer, either Hulu, YouTube, or straight from the show's website.
Although there's one show that I did want to watch last year, even though most of that viewing was after the televised time and viewed directly from the show's website. "Who Do You Think You Are?" It's coming back this fall with more stories of family roots. Learning about celebrities' family trees can be entertaining, but I watch the show for clues of how to search for my own family.
At what point is my research complete? It probably will never be complete. There will always be the proverbial brick wall of an ancestor that I will swear was dropped off by aliens. It's been said that our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them. My children know me; hopefully I'll be around for my grandchildren to know me. Two hundred years from now, I hope one of my descendants will have a genealogical chart where I am listed. And possibly know where my grave is and place flowers on it in my memory and in thanksgiving that, without me, that man or woman would not be standing there. Much as I have done at countless graves of my ancestors.
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