Once upon a time there was a family. Now the Father in this family began tracing . When the Father died, his sons, Frank and Jay, cleverly passed the to their sister, Helen.
"Not me," announced Helen, "I don't want that stuff."
Well, here we are five years later! Caught in the Genealogy Epidemic! How do I know I have the sickness? I have the symptoms.
filled with names, dates, places. Compulsive in contacting relatives, and making
calls, regardless of the hour. If this isn't enough, subject can frequently be found visiting strange places such as
, ruins, and remote desolate places. No place in this
is too far to
Oh, yes, let's not forget countless and intensive days spent feverishly looking through records at . The subject of this
family tale has been known to spend hours checking obituaries in old .
have been unceremoniously ignored while in search of the family
are a NO!NO! That little piece of worthless appearing might just have something on it needed later!
So, after tireless, fun-filled hours at the , you find at the end of this , the family lines of the. . .
Now, back to the story! Is there a cure for this obsession? NO KNOWN CURE! However, if it is any consolation, the obsession is not fatal but does get progressively worse. And so,
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