Is it just me, or does it seem that the older we get and thus the more we come to terms with our own mortality, the more we seek out the roots of our existence.
My first such experience was a brief "flirtation" with genealogy when my father, Verne Bright Spitler, passed away in 1968. I was just 15-years-old, and though I loved my Dad, I really hadn't had (or taken) the opportunity to learn from him all that I could have of the Spitler family. I did find out, however, that some distant cousins who lived in my hometown, but with whom I had had no previous contact, had a book tracing the Spitler family's history back to Switzerland in the 1700's. They were kind enough to let me borrow the book for a short time. But I really didn't comprehend what I had...until years later, when my wife and I adopted our daughter Erin, and I was at a loss to tell her why I was who I was and why she should be proud to bear the Spitler name, even though she wasn't born to it.
Since then, with the advent and explosion of this amazing internet, and especially over the past couple of years, I've plunged head-long into not only the Spitler family genealogy, but that of my mother, Vic Smith Spitler (yes, Smith!) and my wife Sheila Kane Spitler.
I'm lucky in that a lot of folks have explored a lot of this history before me, but there remain many broken links which I hope to connect before my time comes. Any and all input (as well as corrections) is welcome and appreciated. Any living individuals mentioned herein who wish not to be identified, please let me know and I will make your information private.
To all of those who labored before me (without benefit of the internet!), THANK YOU. To all of those who, like me, are out there searching right now, WELCOME. And to those who may look back at whatever "gems" I may uncover, ENJOY!