I hope you realize that you will mired in interminable genealogical and historical research that no one else will care about but is highly important for a reason that only Einstein could appreciate. You will notice that people tend to go to sleep when you tell your latest ancestral tale. I was lucky, I transmitted the sickness to my son, who as a tenured mathematician actually emulated  and invented original techniques, one of which was to interview everyone on his mother's side and write a huge professional genealogical narrative for posterity. Actually, for me, the value of genealogy is encapsulated by the notion of identity.  Just as when we identify with fictional literary or media characters, I identify with each ancestor and then study the historical context of the person. Unfortunately, when I discover their deaths it makes me sad. I persuaded a history teacher that he should have his students do their genealogy, for example, and relate to the times. I muse that I am my great  grandfather Lt. Andrew Jackson Grayson marching up the banks of the Tennessee River at the Battle of Shiloh or my great grandfather Ephraim Hambujer who I boast had 5 wives and 11 children. I tell this to guys asking for GU/sterilization referrals to try to talk them out of it. And I ponder whether I am burdened or blessed with myths and traditions or cerebral disturbances that I don't recognize.  Is there a universal unconscious? Are there archetypal universal myths? What  about instincts? The neurologists say that all is in the neurons and neurotransmitters.  Really? Oh well, I will lean back and be Fiddler on the Roof for a while, I think