I started out to trace my tree
To find, if I could, the makings of me
And all that I had was great great grandfather's name
Not knowing his wife or from which way he came
I chased him across a long line of states
And came up with pages and pages of dates
When all was put together it made me forlorn
I'd proved poor great great grandfather had never been born
Then when my hopes were fast growing dim
I came across records that had to be him
The facts I collected than made me quite sad
Dear old great great grandfather was never a dad!
Just one of the many problems in researching history. I wish you all good fortune in your historical research.