Definition according to everyone else: Fanatic
It is true that genealogists are dedicated, determined and driven. No courthouse basement is too dusty; no abandoned cemetery is too overgrown or snake-infested; no vague clue is too nebulous - a genealogist on the trail of a six-times great-grandfather is too focused to eat, sleep or change clothes. Even though we often believe a sense of humor has no place in family research, I do try from time to time to lighten the mood, to ease the strain and to elicit a brief smile. The following poem is dedicated to all genealogists everywhere.
A Genealogy Poem
By Grandpa Tucker
I saw a duck the other day,
It had the feet of my Aunt Faye.
Then it walked, was headed south,
It waddled like my Uncle Ralph.
And when it turned, I must propose,
Its bill was formed like Aunt Jane's nose.
I thought, Oh no! It's just my luck.
Someday I'll look just like a duck.
I sobbed to Mom about my fears,
And she said, "Honey, dry your tears,
You look like me, so walk with pride.
Those folk are all from Daddy's side!"
Respectfully submitted by a genealogist with over 3,000 names in my Family Tree Maker file.
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