Yesterday the kids and I drove down to a little place called Gibson, North Carolina. This is where one side of my family originated...well, where they settled when they came here from Scotland, anyway.
There is a family cemetery there and a lot of things that have the Gibson name. There was once an old home place where my great, great grandfather was born. His dad lived in the house until his death in 1907. At one time it was turned into a museum, but I was told that it burned down.
After coming home, we spent time on the computer researching the family name and finding out who was who. We especially enjoyed reading the different names of our ancestors.