While I tend to spend more time with my face buried in a book that watching television….
I’m almost sorry I couldn’t stay awake long enough to watch this classic example of cinematic magic.
Zombie in Lederhosen.
How can that be anything but utterly delightful?
This probably doesn’t surprise most of you..
But perhaps I should explain.
A few years ago my girlfriend infected me with the genealogy bug, and let me tell you…. once you catch it? There is no cure.
Before I knew it I was wandering dusty old libraries and searching moth eaten town halls.
Yes, I’ve even stalked a few cemetery custodians.
They’re a font of valuable information.
It’s fair to say I was obsessed for a while and spent hours, days, weeks, months way too much time climbing the old family tree.
Some lines are frustrating and dead end right away.
Other lines like my paternal grandmother’s, I traced back to the year 1134. It helps when you have someone famous… most of the work has been done for you.
One of my semi famous relatives?
The Hon. Jabez B. Snowball.
Yes, dear old 2nd great Uncle Jabez.
Lumber baron and Lt. Governor of New Brunswick, Canada.
I actually found this among my father’s papers…
Although I have no earthly idea who wrote it.
Genealogy is fun.
And fascinating.
And rewarding.
As well as incredibly frustrating.
It’s also surprising.
Like when I started on my mother’s side of Austrian relatives…
And found Franz.
Damn. That’s disturbing…
Good thing he was only the father in law of my 1rst cousin twice removed.
Genealogy.
Ya never know who will fall out when you shake the family tree.
River's world..... 