Grandma's Family Tree
~Author Unknown~
They think that I should cook and clean,
and be a model wife.
I tell them it's more interesting
to study Grandpa's life.
They simply do not understand
why I hate to go to bed.
I'd rather do two hundred years
of research work instead.
Why waste the time we have on earth,
just snoring and asleep?
When we can learn of ancestors
that sailed upon the deep?
We have preachers, lawmen, soldiers,
more than just a few.
And yes, there's many scoundrels,
and a bootlegger or two.
How can a person find this life
an awful drudge or bore?
When we can live the lives
of all those folks who came before?
A hundred years from now of course,
no one will ever know,
whether I did laundry,
but they'll see our Tree and glow...
'Cause their dear old granny left for them,
for all posterity,
not clean hankies and the like,
but a finished family tree!
My home may be untidy,
'cause I've better things to do...
I'm checking all the records
to provide us with a clue.
Old great granny's pulling,
roots and branches out with glee,
her clothes ain't hanging out to dry,
she's hung up on the Tree!!!
Grandma's Disease
~Author Unknown~
There's been a change in Grandma,
we've noticed her of late.
She's always 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 the FAMILY TREE.
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 babysit,
the curtains are a fright,
No buttons left on Grandpa's shirt,
the flower bed's a sight.
She's given up her club work
and the soaps 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 the FAMILY TREE.
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 monumental project all do agree,
All from climbing the FAMILY TREE.
Now some folks came from Scotland,
some from Galway Bay,
Some were French as pastry,
some German all the way.
Some went West to stake their claims,
some stayed there by the sea.
Grandma hopes to find them all,
as she climbs the FAMILY TREE.
She wanders through the graveyard
in search of date and 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 are pioneers and patriots,
mixed in our kith and kin,
Who blazed the paths of wildness
and fought through thick and thin.
But none more staunch than Grandma,
who eyes light up with glee,
Each time she finds a missing branch
for the FAMILY TREE.
Their skills were wide and varied,
from carpenter to cook,
And one, alas, the records show,
was hopelessly a crook.
Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge -
some tutored for a fee.
Once lost in time,
now all recorded on the FAMILY TREE.
To some it's just a hobby,
to Grandma it's much more,
She learns the joys and heartaches
of those that 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 all supposed.
Grandma will cook and sew,
serve cookies with our tea.
We'll all be fat,
just as before the 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.
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 are filled with sorrow,
our hearts sad 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."
