Please excuse this brief moment of humor about genealogy. But, I thought everyone doing genealogy research has felt this way before..............I know that I have. > > > Poem on Starting > > I started out calmly tracing my tree, > to find if I could, the making of me, > and all that I had was a great grandfather's name, > not knowing his wife or from whence he came. > I chased him across a long line of states > and came up with pages and pages of dates. > When all put together, it made me forlorn, > I proved that poor grandpa had never been born. > One day I was sure the truth I had found. > Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. > I looked up the record of one uncle John, > but then found the old man was younger than his son. > Then when my hopes were fast growing dim, > I came across records that must have been him. > The facts I collected made me quite sad. > Dear old grandfather was never a dad. > I think maybe someone is pulling my leg. > I'm not at all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg. > After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree > I can't help wonder if I'm really me. > -Anonymous > > Quoted from The Family Tree News from The Ellen Payne Odom Genealogy > Library, Moultrie, GA, > published free bi-monthly, August 1992. > > <---- End Forwarded Message ----> >