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. I think my family tree is a few branches short of full bloom.
Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.
My ancestors are hiding in a witness protection program. What I'm doing, when I don't know what I'm doing. Take nothing but ancestors, leave nothing but records. Some of your best friends live over 200 miles away. You have more pictures of tombstones than of the kids.