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Vikings

The next season of the TV series Vikings is nearly here. 

 And, it reminds me of my family history research.

 Someone traced my family tree back to the brother, Sigurd, that Ivar killed in Vikings. 

 I don't know if it's been verified or not! 

 So, I don't know if it's true or not! 

 I just find it interesting that someone could trace a family line back to Ragnar and his sons whether it's true or not. 

 So, it makes it a bit eerily to watch, especially Ragnar's sons do battle. 

 But then, if I wasn't interested in my family history, I would never have known and followed the breadcrumbs that someone left in tracing it back to them. Whether it was a true or false claim. 

 It just leaves me to wonder. 

 And, it makes history even more fascinating to me cause of all the ancestors that I stumble across. And, I want to learn about the kind of lives that they might have led.

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