Through Tracing The Tribe, I became friendly with another member, Amy Cohen. We would read each other’s blogs and comment. We became Facebook friends. Another friend of mine did research that overlapped her research. There were just many connections.
As she continued on her path, I kept waiting for our lives to intersect. I just knew we had to be related somewhere. Finally her research brought her to the Midwest. Then I knew for certain our genealogies would intersect. In the plain states, the Jewish population is intermingled. And my husband’s family has tentacles that cover several states.
Finally just before Passover the first tentacle reached out. Her distant relative was married to one of my best friend’s sister. But that was not enough. I kept waiting and reading, and on Seder day it happened. Another of her distant cousins was my husband’s uncle (by marraige). More than that, the cousin who married my friend’s sister was related to our uncle.
Now all sorts of connections are occurring as different Midwest family and friends read the blogs. Click click click, the pieces fall into place.
But to be honest, I still think there must be another connection that is more direct. I keep waiting.
We are one people.
zicharonot 
I love it! Feel free to identify me. I planned also to write about this at some point—but I keep waiting for all the pieces to keep falling into place. By the way, I had ordered Ester’s book Sondra’s search before you even connected us because another cousin had told me about it. The puzzle pieces just keep falling into place, as you said. Don’t you just love genealogy!? Thanks, Ellen, I’ve loved your blog from the first time I read it because you said so many things that just resonated with me and touched me. We may never find a direct connection, but we are nevertheless cousins.
I feel that way as well. I just felt a connection with you.
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I have identified you in case others need to connect!
Thanks–I am happy to be associated with you and your blog!
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I love this. I have a very dear friend whose two daughters have become a big part of my life. Her older daughter wanted to learn how to work on her family history so for about 2 years I took her to the local Family History Center every Sunday morning for about 2 hours. She became very proficient and started working independently but would ask questions every so often. A few years passed and she came to me with a very complicated set of questions. As we worked it through, I discovered that her mom, my friend, and I are 3rd cousins and we hadn’t known. ❤
Isn’t that wonderful! I found that out about someone in Kansas. We are second cousins once removed!