Genealogy - do I really have great-granny's nose?

I have trod where my forefathers trod.
In fact, I've trodden ON my forefathers - the tombstone of my great-great-grandfather and mother lies in front of the church door in a small English village.
Who knows how many happy brides, sad mourners, confirmation classes and May queens have stepped on that tombstone on their way in and out of St. Matthew's.
My gift to my father on his 80th birthday was a family tree gleaned from hours scouring records from the Latter Day Saints - both online and at a local LDS research center -- and sending away for birth, marriage and death certificates from the U.K.
The Genuki website was a goldmine - local UK readers contacted me after my postings and offered to search local churchyards and libraries. Their generosity and kindess were incredible.
I finally took my son to the UK, and visited the little village where my G/G-grandfather had been a stonemason. It was an incredible experience to walk the cobbled alleys where my ancestors once walked, sat in the church pews, hiked the surrounding moorland.
If you haven't delved into genealogy - start now. Your children will forever be grateful.