In the mid-nineties I received an offer for a book entitled “The Book of Squire”. I forget the price but I remember that it was far more than a typical hardcover at the time.
The point of “The book of Squire” was to help other Squires in America trace their roots to find out when they came to this great country.
The purveyors of “The book of Squire” seemed unaware that my family came to this great country when Pam and I drove over in 1986. Tracing our roots had been pretty easy:
“Do you remember when our family came to this great country?”
“Yes, I do.”
“So do I.”
It’s a pretty short conversation.