Some of my family members and friends just don’t comprehend my fascination with genealogy. I am pretty sure a few are convinced that I am just plain boring, while others call me cuckoo. Others label my passion as an out-and-out obsession. (Okay, that might be closer to the truth, but hey, I don’t jump all over y’all when you wax poetic about sports statistics or go gaga over geegaws, now do I? Geez!)
When I start telling some people a family story or revealing a “new” discovery, their eyes just glaze over. Seriously, I gotta prod them once in a while to see if they are still breathing. (Obviously, genealogy bores them to death!)
Okay, I get it. Genealogy is not for everyone. Some people would rather have a tooth extracted by a Wild West barber than listen to family history. OUCH!
