I consider this my first "genealogy" moment. 1984. I was 9 years old.
What was once a fantastical piece of family lore concerning George Washington in 1776, was given a mystic Amphibian dimension in 1993.
Not quite 14 years old, I met my ancestors by accident and life has never been the same.
The home of a French Jewish jeweller was "Aryanized" and became a Nazi salon during the Occupation.