A Genealogist's Life
You think I should cook, clean, and be a perfect wife;
Well, it's more fun to study Grandpa's and Grandma's life.
You don't understand why I jump out of bed
And don't sleep 'til ten o'clock instead.
Why should I waste my time on earth fast asleep?
When I can search for old folk who sailed the ocean deep.
Need to go to the old family cemetery up on the hill
To obtain names, dates, and epitaphs of family there still.
Found various ages of children, women and men
Who have been there since who knows when.
The script on stones is often dim due to weather
As though they were engraved with a hen's feather.
I have found preachers, lawyers, and soldiers, but they're few.
And yes, there are scroundrels, rovers, and bootleggers too.
There are housewives, nurses, and midwives galore
And mothers of zero to thirteen -- maybe more!
Don't see how anyone could find genealogy a bore
When one studies the life of those who have gone on before.
Why a thousand years from now, who will ever know
If I washed and ironed or the yard did mow;
'Cause their dear old Grandma left for them to see,
Not clean linens and dishes, but a detailed family tree.
My home may be cluttered, 'cause I've got better things to do--
I'm checking the census and court records to obtain a clue.
Oh, this old granny has dug roots with glee,
And the floor's not swept, 'cause she's got a family tree.
Author: Edith Bastin
©Copyright: August 23, 1998. All Rights Reserved.
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