Some of you have probably seen this before. I haven't seen it in awhile. It's FAR too true, though..... Murphy's Law of Genealogy (Author Unknown) The public ceremony in which your distinguished ancestor participated and at which the platform collapsed under him turned out to be a hanging. When at last, after much hard work, you have solved the mystery you have been working on for two years, when your aunt says, "I could have told you that". You grandmother's maiden name that you have searched for over four years was on a letter in a box in the attic all the time. You never asked your father about his family when he was alive because you weren't interested in genealogy then. The last will and testimate you need is in the safe on board the Titanic. Copies of old newspapers have holes occurring only over the surnames for which you are looking. John, son of Thomas, the immigrant whom your relatives claim as the family progenitor, died on board a ship at age ten. Your great grandfather's newspaper obituary states that he died leaving no issue of record. The keeper of the vital records you need has just been insulted by another genealogist. The relative who had all the family photographs gave them all to her daughter who has no interest in genealogy, and no inclination to share. The only record you find for your great grandfather is that his property was sold at a sheriff's sale for insolvency. The one document that would supply the missing link in your dead-end line has been lost due to fire, flood or war. The town clerk to whom you wrote for the information sends you a long handwritten letter which is totally illegible. The spelling for your European ancestor's name bears no relationship to its current spelling or pronunciation. None of the pictures in your recently deceased grandmother's photo album have names written on them. No one in your family tree ever did anything noteworthy, owned property, was sued or was named in wills. You learn that your great aunt's executor just sold her life's collection of family genealogical materials to a flea market dealer "somewhere in New York City." Ink fades and paper deteriorates at a rate inversely proportional to the value of the data recorded. The thirty-seven volume, sixteen thousand page history of your county of origin isn't indexed. You finally find your great grandparent's wedding records and discover that the brides' father was named John Smith. "genealogy - where you confuse the dead and irritate the living!" Sarah -- Sarah E. Hambrick [email protected] "There's enough youth, how about a fountain of smart?" - unknown