Climbing the stairs
From time to time, I need to root. For the roots of others. I’m “one of those”, a genealogist, and there’s real satisfaction in digging out the connection between two other people. Particularly if they don’t already know about it. And every quest starts with a climb.
Isn’t it lovely? Hidden inside stone walls, and only seen by seekers. The perfect analogy for family tree quests. Much better than a picture of a tree (which is without symmetry, even on a good day).
My search time this afternoon was focused. Between two bus runs, and aided by my decision to adopt new technology. That camera in the smart phone does a great job of “capturing” pages from dusty tomes. No borrowing permitted, no photocopying available, but aiming a tiny rectangle and then walking away with the information bothers none. I don’t push my luck with a flash, and I believe that a scribbled piece of paper keeps the most zealous of security guards on task. Today, at least…
The longest step is typing the new information into the existing data set, while trying to avoid duplicates. I hate finding the same family, two or three times later, because I was in a rush to record.
Big election win in Nova Scotia for the provincial Liberals. The NDP have been kicked to the curb, for who knows what reason. Provincial politics isn’t always rational. Think about the possibilities, PEI and QC, as you start the noisy gambol toward the big gamble (did you like how I did that?)
