It is amazing how one can almost become accustomed to a nagging sense of inadequacy, the square peg childhood, the one-of-these-is-not-like-the-others family portraits, that hard to shake feeling that something...is...not...quite....right.
Now, after decades of wondering and wandering, I have finally discovered the true roots of my in-need-of-serious-pruning family tree. The cloak of darkness has been raised, clouds part and rays of low UV sun shine upon my smiling SPF 50 face while a chorus of fallen angels sing from far stage left. Finally, it all makes perfect sense.
Thank you ancestry.com!