This is a picture of a gentleman by the name of Phillip Taylor. He is not a member of my family, but he is one of the reasons why I love this journey I am taking through the world of genealogy.
I found him one day in a tiny antique store that was going out of business. My mother and I just happened to stop in one day because I had always wanted to browse through the place and I was disappointed to find out that they were closing up shop. There were a few boxes of photos there and as I looked through them I felt such sadness that these were people that belonged to someone. How excited I would be if someone discovered some photographs of my ancestors and could get them to me. I started trying to find any clues as to who these people could be. I didn't find anything until I discovered a small white book buried underneath a stack of photos. The title on the front of the book was "My Personal History and Family Record". When I opened the book, it appeared to be similar to the "Baby Books" that I had filled out for each of my children. It belonged to a man named Phillip Taylor and had been lovingly filled out in the hand of his mother. His family tree was handwritten inside, including birthdates and some death dates. His school history and military history was included. I kept wondering how anyone could have parted with this. As I moved forward through the book, I found Phillip's picture. He was now more than a name; he was a handsome man wearing a military uniform. I couldn't stand it. I had to try to reunite this book with someone who might have known him, or at least was researching this family. I paid for the book and headed home to see what I could find. At the time, I still had a temporary membership to one of the more popular websites and I started entering the information I had found within the pages of the book. There was Phillip. I discovered that he had died a few years before and he did have children, but he had been divorced several times. I started trying to find someone who might be researching his family and lo and behold, there were about three. I sent messages to all of them explaining what I had. I received a response from a gentleman in Arizona who was thrilled with my find. Phillip was a distant cousin. Eureka! It's just what I was looking for. I obtained the gentleman's address and Phillip's book was soon on it's way West from Ohio. The only thing that would have been better was if I found my own family member. For me, this is what it's all about. I kept a scan of Phillip's picture to remind me that there are many people out there that deserve to be remembered.