Below is a small collection of tidbits I
have collected. Most were sent to me through e-mail, and I do not know who is the original author. If you know, please e-mail me so I may give
the author credit. Most of all just relax, have a little fun and take a
minute from the sometimes-tedious task of genealogy research! I will add more as time permits… |
By : Lee Wilkins My forgetter's getting better But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny but, To me, that is no joke For when I'm "here" I'm wondering If I really should be "there" And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer! Oft times I walk into a room, Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain A zero is my score. At times I put something away Where it is safe, but Gee! The person it is safest from Is, generally, me! When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "Who the heck was that?" Yes, my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke. |
This is a wish that has been handed down from past generations. Usually
offered as a farewell greeting. Meaning: I wish for you to have a life
filled with just enough good things to sustain you, enough sun to keep your
attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more, enough
happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the
smallest joys in life appear much bigger, enough gain to satisfy your
wanting, enough loss to appreciate all that you possess and enough
"Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye." |
I'm My Own Grandpa(Lonzo
and Oscar) It
sounds funny, I know, But
it really is so, Oh,
I'm my own grandpa. I'm
my own grandpa. I'm
my own grandpa. It
sounds funny, I know, But
it really is so, Oh,
I'm my own grandpa. Now
many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three, I
was married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This
widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red. My
father fell in love with her, and soon they, too, were wed. This
made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life, My
daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's
wife. To
complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy, I
soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy. My
little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad, And
so became my uncle, though it made me very sad. For
if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother Of
the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my stepmother. Father's
wife then had a son who kept him on the run, And
he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son. My
wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue, Because,
although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too. Now
if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild, And
every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild. For
now I have become the strangest case you ever saw As
husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa! I'm
my own grandpa. I'm
my own grandpa. It
sounds funny, I know, but it really is so, Oh,
I'm my own grandpa |
(Very contagious to adults) Symptoms: Continual complaint as to the need for names dates and places. Patient
has blank expression, sometimes deaf to spouse and children. Has no drive for
work of any kind except feverishly looking through records at libraries and
courthouses. Has compulsion to write letters. Swears at mailman when he
doesn’t leave mail. Frequents strange places such as cemeteries, ruins, and
remote desolate country areas. Constantly online, searching for new GEDCOMS
and transcribed records. Frequently complains of modem speed or lack of.
Develops new language comprised of words such as, GEDCOM, Ahnefentafel
and Tiny Tafel, File Transfer Protocol, Family
History Reports. Now actually believes it is possible to build a tree. No Known Cure Treatment: Medication is useless. Disease is not fatal, but does get progressively
worse. Patient should attend genealogy workshops, subscribe to genealogical
publications and be given a quiet corner in the house where he or she can be
alone undisturbed. Remarks: The
unusual nature of this disease is the sicker the patient gets; the more he or
she enjoys it! |
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