Re: [FER-GOLD] Grandma and the Family Tree
- Thanks Joanne. I modified some of the lines to fit my own situation and
plan to give copies to my children.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Joanne Elford" <joanneelford@...>
Sent: Monday, June 28, 2004 7:57 AM
Subject: Fw: [FER-GOLD] Grandma and the Family Tree
> > GRANDMA AND THE FAMILY TREE
> > There's been a change in Grandma, we've noticed her of late, She's
> > reading history or jotting down some date. She's tracking back the
> > family, we'll all have pedigrees.
> > Oh, Grandma's got a hobby, she's climbing Family Trees.
> > Poor Grandpa does the cooking and now, or so he states,
> > That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and Dinner plates. Grandma
> > can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee, Compiling Genealogy, for the
> > Family Tree.
> > She has no time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright.
> > No buttons left on Grandad's shirt, the flower bed's a sight. She's
> > given up her club work, the serials on TV, The only thing she does
> > nowadays is climb the Family Tree.
> > She goes down to the Courthouse and studies ancient lore,
> > We know more about our forebears than we ever knew before.
> > The books are old and dusty, they make poor Grandma sneeze,
> > A minor irritation when you're climbing Family Trees.
> > The mail is all for Grandma,it comes from near and far,
> > Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR.
> > A worthwhile avocation, to that we all agree,
> > A monumental project, to climb the Family Tree.
> > Now some folks came from Scotland and some from Galway Bay, Some were
> > French as pastry, some German, all the way. Some went on West to stake
> > their claim. Some stayed near by the sea. Grandma hopes to find them all
> > as she climbs the Family Tree.
> > She wanders through the graveyard in search of date or name, The rich,
> > the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same. She pauses now
> > and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze, That blows above the
> > Fathers of all our Family Trees.
> > There were pioneers and patriots mixed in our kith and kin, Who blazed
> > the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin. But none more
> > staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee, Each times she
> > finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.
> > Their skills were wide and varied, from Carpenter to Cook,
> > And one (Alas) the record shows was hopelessly a crook. Blacksmith,
> > weaver,farmer,judge,some tutored for a fee. Long lost in time, now all
> > recorded on the Family Tree.
> > To some it's just a hobby, to Grandma it's much more,
> > She knows the joys and heartaches of those who went before. They
> > loved,they lost,they laughed, they wept, and now for you and me, They
> > live again in spirit, around the Family Tree.
> > At last she's nearly finished and we are each exposed.
> > Life will be the same again, this we supposed !
> > Grandma will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea.
> > We'll all be fat, just as before that wretched Family Tree.
> > Sad to relate, The Preacher called and visited for a spell,
> > We talked about the Gospel, and other things as well,
> > The heathen folk, the poor- and then- 'twas fate, it had to be, Somehow
> > the conversation turned to Grandma and the Family Tree.
> > We tried to change the subject, we talked of everything,
> > But then in Grandma's voice we heard that old familiar ring. She told
> > him all about the past and soon was plain to see, The Preacher, too, was
> > nearly snared by Grandma and the Family Tree.
> > He never knew his Grandpa, his mother's name was ..Clark?
> > He and Grandma talked and talked, outside it grew quite dark. We'd hoped
> > our fears were groundless, but just like some disease, Grandma's become
> > an addict--- She's hooked on Family Trees.
> > Our souls were filled with sorrow, our hearts sank with dismay, Our
> > ears could scarce believe the words we heard our Grandma say, "It sure
> > is a lucky thing that you have come to me, I know exactly how it's done,
> > I'll climb your Family Tree.
> > Author Unknown.