A few weeks ago when my aunt and I were talking on the phone, she told me she didn't know the first name of her maternal grandmother who had died long before my aunt was born. I looked in my family history folder, found a family tree my uncle had made when he was in school, and sent a copy of it to his sister, my aunt. It was interesting to see some of the names on that family tree. It brought back childhood memories of family reunions on my mom's side of the family with a lot of people I didn't know, but who somehow knew me.
As I looked through that folder, I found all sorts of interesting things I had forgotten about. I found a post card that my Grandpa Loach sent from Paris to my Grandma Loach who was still in Calais, France, right before he came back to the USA on a soldier ship after the end of World War I. The post card was written in English and I'm sure Grandma must have had to get help reading it. She did not come to the USA until some time later on a ship of French war brides. It was here that she began the task of learning English, and of unlearning the English Grandpa's soldier buddies had taught her! In that folder I also found the French document from my grandparents' marriage and some post cards Grandma's mother sent her after she had moved to America. Fascinating stuff, really!
Anyway, I looked in my digital files and found some great one-liners about genealogies, family trees, and family heritage that I'm posting for your amusement today.
Theory of relativity: If you go back far enough, we're all related.
Many a family tree could use a good pruning.
I trace my family history so I will know whom to blame.
Can a first cousin, once removed, return?
I checked out my family tree, and just as I thought ... poison ivy!
I found three good definitions for the word genealogy:
Genealogy: Tracing yourself back to better people.
Genealogy: A haystack full of needles. It's the threads I need!
Genealogy: Tracing descent from people who didn't.
If you want to make your search for lost relatives easier, just win the lottery.
Do I even want ancestors?
Is crazy a relative term in your family?
Genealogists live in the past lane.
Every family tree has some sap in it ... and someone hanging from one of the limbs.
Friends come and go, but relatives tend to accumulate.
I think my ancestors had some "bad heir" days.
I'd rather be looking for dead people than have them looking for me!
Old genealogists never die, they just lose their census.
All of our family records were lost in the Flood.
A great many family trees were started by grafting.
Remember, undocumented genealogy is mythology!
My family skeletons are rhythmically impaired and can't dance.
Snobs talk as if they had begotten their own ancestors!
Some ancestors I found I wish I could lose.
Any family tree produces some lemons, some nuts, and a few bad apples. (And I actually know people with the last name of Lemon, Nutt, and Apple.)
My family coat of arms ties at the back. Is that normal?
Everybody's ancestors could not fit on the Mayflower.
I'm always late. My ancestors arrived on the Juneflower.
That's the problem with the gene pool: no lifeguards!
A miser is hard to live with, but makes a great ancestor.
If I find that some of my ancestors were childless, do I really exist?
Is your family tree a few branches short of full bloom?
How about you — have you traced your family tree back very far? Was it encouraging or disappointing? Or both? Did you discover that you are a descendant of someone famous ... or infamous? Based on your experience, would you recommend that others trace their lineage?
"I don't know who my grandfather was. I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be." — Abraham Lincoln
"Why waste your money looking up your family tree? Just go into politics and your opponents will do it for you." — Mark Twain
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