You Know You're An Addicted Genealogist- -


...when you brake for libraries                                                                                                                            

 ...when you hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery.

...if you get locked in a library overnight and you never even notice.

...when you hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery.

...if you'd rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall.

...when you think every home should have a microfilm reader.

...if you'd rather read census schedules than a good book.

...when you know every town clerk in your state by name.

...if town clerks lock the doors when they see you coming.

...when you're more interested in what happened in 1805 than 2005..

...if you store clothes under the bed and your closet is carefully stacked with notebooks and journals.

...when Stewart, Taylor, and Rose are household names, but you can't remember what you call your dog.

...if you can pinpoint Harrietsham, Hawkhurst and Kent on a map of England, but can't locate Topeka, Kansas.

...when all your correspondence begins, "Dear Cousin,"

...if you've traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam and Eve, have it fully documented, and still don't want to quit.

...In order to put the "final touches" on your genealogical research, you've asked all of your closest relatives to provide DNA samples.

...You were the only person to show up at the cemetery research party with a shovel.

...You decided to take a two-week break from genealogy, and the US Postal Service  immediately laid off 1,500 employees.

...A genie appears and agrees to grant you one wish, and you ask that the 1890 federal census be restored     ...you store clothes under the bed and your closet is carefully stacked with notebooks and journals.

 

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