The "Root" thing.
It may fascinate to look at the link between yourself and people in another country but who really cares other than maybe yourself?
I was curious to see the place my father decided to liquidate as part of an inheritance and not even bother to travel to Ireland to look at. He simply relied on the information provided by relatives there and there solicitor and that was that. A few acres of land and an old farmhouse remains and is now owned by non-family members. Beyond that I had no burning desire to match "roots" with distant relatives there. In fact the ones that I met were not particularly interesting.
It can get awful sickening when people go on about their "roots." It is somewhat like a man that was an S.O.B all of his life dies and all of a sudden he is a great guy! . . .. "Oh yes, I'm part Irish you know? My family came from County X. Oh yes we are all from Ireland, we're real Irishmen you know? See this photo of uncle Finebar? Doesn't he look just like my little son Tommy over there? Oh, the Irish are such fantastic people. I wish I could live there! Be with all those kind relatives and all. We'd be so happy together. Ahhhhhh I dream of "The Quiet Man", the Irish Spring. The quaintness of the folk! Maybe when Tommy gets a little older he can go over there to Ireland and find a good old fashioned Irish colleen down in Listenvoorna!"