I wrote their names and addresses on a card, put on my coat and headed out. At the first house I found a woman alone, confused and in need of medical attention. Since then, visiting the widows is something I do regularly. Often I get a small group together and we dine at a fancy restaurant. Even if you aren't into genealogy, these are fun.
Every family tree has some sap in it.
Friends come and go, but relatives tend to accumulate. Genealogists never die, they just lose their roots. A hay stack full of needles. It's the threads I need. Where you confuse the dead and irritate the living.