Those who know me well know that I have had a serious interest in family trees for some time.  Knowing my ancestors has given me a connection to history that I would not have felt otherwise.  Yesterday, when a list of the 25 richest people of all time was published, I could demonstrate that I am a direct descendant (on my mother’s side) of at least three of them–though you wouldn’t know it by looking at my bank balance.  I have given my kids letters telling them who they are related to and how they are related, though reminding them that the most important relationship is to be a child of the Heavenly King.

My wife, bless her heart, has had little patience with my hobby, and has repeatedly told people that while my family ruled in the palace, her family was cleaning the kitchen, or some such thing.

But now, thanks to a free two-week trial at, I have discovered some unsettling news.  It turns out that her family on her mother’s side is descended from royalty, just like mine.

JUST like mine.

EXACTLY like mine.

It turns out that Darlene and I are both descended from the same royal ancestor 21 generations ago.  We are cousins. 

Just another reminder that past connections are not nearly as important as the present ones that really matter.

BTW:  1,375 Nerd points to whoever can tell me which of my ancestors the coat of arms belongs to.