PerkinsGroup Time: 3:18 P.M. Hi! Betty, All, LOL!!! Betty what a FACT!!!!! Thank You! for sharing. To good to pass up, I also must share. : ) Later Fran : ) --------------------- Forwarded message: From: baird01@sprynet.com To: litfreedom@aol.com Date: 97-06-21 14:54:45 EDT Hi Fran...thought that I would share this with the Baird genealogist. I found it while searching in Cass county Texas. Betty Dear ----, I have spent several years looking for family information and have, as of this week, decided that I am a descendent of the family branch called UNKNOWNS. I find kazillions with the names of my branches but my branches don't seem to attach to any trees in the known world. Therefore, I have concluded that there are three ways in which the UNKNOWNS originated: 1. We were sent to the colonies by the British government in the 1700's to spy. We so excelled in the art of blending in with the flora and fauna that no one knew we were here...even the British lost contact with us. 2. We were dropped off here by one of the space ships that some think visited our planet. Again, we were outstanding in the ability to blend in and so were never noticed. Somewhere down the line someone forgot to tell us that we are from another planet. I think the space ships some people report seeing and being captured by, are our true family and they are looking for us to take us home. 3. Immaculate conception...which explains itself. 4. I really don't exist. I am but a figment of someone's imagination but I don't know who that someone is. I am very frustrated as you can tell. Do you have a section in this area for us UNKNOWNs to apply to families for adoption so that we can attach our tiny branch buds and belong to some tree...any tree? Written by: Mary Ann Bartlett YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN ADDICTED GENEALOGIST ...when you brake for libraries. ...if you get locked in a library overnight and you never even notice. ...when you hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery. ...if you'd rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall. ...when you think every home should have a microfilm reader. ...if you'd rather read census schedules than a good book. ...when you know every town clerk in your state by name. ...if town clerks lock the dorrs when they see you coming. ...when you're more interested in what happened in 1697 than 1997. ...if you store your clothes uder the bed and your closet is carefully stacked with notebooks and journals. ...when Stewart, Taylor, and Rose are hosehold names, but you can't remember what you call your dog. ...if you can pinpoint Harrietsham, Hawkhurst, and Kent on a map of England, but can't locate Topeka, Kansas. ...when all your correspondence begins, "Dear Cousin," ...if you've traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam and Eve, have it all fully documented, and still don't want to quit. author unknown ------------------------------