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She had been adopted, but was researching her birth family. She was a descendant of the "half siblings", my relatives being the other half.
We corresponded for a long time. She emailed often, asking me to go to the courthouse, and look things up (which I was going to do anyway). I was happy to share...up to a point. Before she discovered me, she had been writing my local Genealogy Association, paying $20 per record.
Finally my tree was more or less complete back to a certain generation. I gave her the password to my locked tree at ancestry.com...totally documented, hours spent lurking in cemeteries, pairing unnamed children with the correct parents etc. I expected her to use it to check her work for accuracy. Silly me.
I met another descendant of the "half siblings". We had talked on the phone several times, but he wouldn't give up any information. It was as if their part of the family wasn't even related to my half, and it was none of my business. He told me he had my Great Grandparents wedding picture, and to this day he won't give me a copy. :grr:
He told me the girl from Alabama had just left, after attending a family reunion, and meeting her birth mother. She had given everyone a copy of the family tree. They praised her for all her hard work, and the money she had spent writing for all that information!
He told me he knew who had done the tree, but didn't say a word to anyone. He went on to tell me he was astonished by the depth, deduction, and detective work I had put into my work.
If he had met me one day earlier, I would have had the opportunity to kick her a** all the way back to "bammy". :grr:
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