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Genealogy Poem:
I went searching for an ancestor. I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned. He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to take the US census.

He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame.
And every 20 years or so, this rascal changed his name.
His parents came from Europe. They could be on some list
of passengers to the USA, but somehow they got missed.

And no one else anywhere is searching for this man
So, I play geneasolitaire to find him if I can.
I'm told he's buried in a plot, with tombstone he was blessed
but the weather took engraving and some vandal took the rest.

He died before the county clerks decided to keep records,
No family bible has emerged in spite of all my efforts.
To top it off this ancestor, who caused me many groans.
Just to give me one more pain, betrothed a girl named JONES.
source: Genealogy Quotes and Poems

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 The last will and testament you need
is in the safe on board the Titanic.

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.

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 is where you confuse the dead and irritate the living.

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