By Lyndall Maag. We were sitting in our newly renovated office pod, our surroundings bright and clean and the setting modern.  Explaining how interested I was becoming in researching my family history and supporting people who were discovering their own, my colleague looked at me with a benign smile.  “I can’t”, she said in a very determined way, referring to researching her own heritage.  “My father’s name was Smith!”  As any self respecting genealogist would, I responded quickly and decisively.  … Continue reading