YOU KNOW YOU ARE A GENEALOGY ADDICT WHEN . . .
You brake for libraries. pretty much
You hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery. again
You would rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall. definitely
You would rather read census schedules than a good book.
You are more interested in what happened in 1697 than 1997. oh, everyone knows nothing interesting happened in '97
Moses, Dorcas, and Caleb are household names, but you cannot remember what to call the dog.
You can pinpoint Sewickely, McKeesport, Evans City, (PA) but can't locate your state capitol on the map.
You think every home should have a copier and a microfilm reader. duh
You know every register of deeds in the state by name, but they lock the doors when they see you coming.
You store your clothes under the bed, because your closet is full of books and papers.
All your correspondence begins "Dear Cousin." guilty
You have traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam and Eve, have it documented and still don't want to quit.
Found here.
1 comment:
Well, I actually begin most of my correspondence with "Hey, Cuz," but otherwise those things are spot on.
Post a Comment