Genealogy is my pastime; I shall not stray.
It maketh me to lie down and examine half-buried tombstones;
It restoreth my ancestral knowledge…It leadeth me into the
paths of census records and ship passenger lists for my Surnames’ sake….
Yea, though I wade through the shadows of research libraries
And microfilm readers, I shall fear no discouragement,
for a strong urge is with me.
Curiosity and motivation, they comfort me.
It demandeth preparation of storage space;
For the acquisition of countless documents.
It annointest my head with burning midnight oils,
My family group sheets runneth over.
Surely, birth, marriage and death record dates shall follow me
All the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the
House of the Family History Center forever…”


Old Genealogists never die – they just lose their Census.