When you are in a different city do you look through the phone book to find people that have the same surname as on of your ancestors?
Do you get excited when you drive by a cemetery?
Do you talk about your deceased ancestors as though they were still alive?
Does your librarian or the person that works at the archives know your whole life story?
Do you check the obituaries daily?
Does your partner call the library to see when you are coming home?
Do you spend your vacation tracking down ancestors in county courthouses?
Do you keep pictures of tombstones or long deceased ancestors in your wallet?
Instead of an emergency kit in your car you have a research kit.
Does your boss call the library or archives to see when you will be coming back from your lunch break?
Answering yes to one or more of these questions may indicate a serious addiction. Unfortunately, there is no known cure.
(The original website that hosted this quiz no longer exists.)
The following indicators of trouble were found at Hales Roots:
The Top Ten Indicators That You're Addicted to Genealogy - by Mary Harris
10. You introduce your daughter as your descendent.
9. You've never met any of the people you send e-mail to, even though you're related.
8. You can recite your lineage back 8 generations, but can't remember your nephew's name.
7. You have more photographs of dead people than living ones.
6. You've ever taken a tape recorder and/or notebook to a family reunion.
5. You've not only read the latest GEDCOM standard, you understand it!
4. The local genealogy society borrows books from you!
3. The only film you've seen in the last year was the 1880 census index.
2. More than half of your CD collection is made up of marriage records or pedigrees.
1. Your elusive ancestor has been spotted in more different places than Elvis!
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The following poem was stolen from the Dead Persons' Society webpage:
I climbed my family tree
|I climbed my family tree and found it was not worth the climb;|
|And so, I scampered down, convinced it was a waste of time.|
|Some branches of my tree, I found, were rotten to the core.|
|And, all the tree was full of sap and hung with nuts galore!|
|I used to brag of my kinfolk, before I made the climb,|
|but truth compels me not to tell of those not worth a dime.|
|And I beg friends who boast aloud of their ancestors great,|
|To climb their family tree and learn of those who weren't so straight.|
|I've learned what family trees are like, I've seen them growing 'round.|
|They're like a 'tater' vine because, the best are underground!|