Ain’t It The Truth

 Ain’t It The Truth

“Grandparents and Grandchildren are natural allies against a common enemy!” Toynbee

Theory of relativity: If you go back far enough, we’re all related.

Advice to beginners: Boldly start in reverse!

Genealogists diet: “Fiche and Ships topped with tantalizing Sources.”

Isn’t genealogy fun? The answer to one problem, leads to two more!

It is hereditary in my family not to have children.

No – yes – maybe – could be – perhaps. Musings of a genealogist.

Life takes it’s toll. Have exact change ready!

Quakers do it quietly.

Quakers do it with Friends.

Quaker pickup line: “Are thee at barn raisings often?”

Shake your family tree and watch the nuts fall!

The black sheep keeps the best info on the family.

The fellow who leans on his family tree may never get out of the woods.

Perhaps the gene pool could use a little chlorine!

There are no answers, only cross-references.

Having children is hereditary. If your parents didn’t have you you probably won’t either!

Life is too short and you’re dead too long.

Others work from sun to sun! But a genealogists work is never done!!

written by W.H. Zoschak (a Slovak)

What’s in a name?
   The talented poet asked.
Look deep listen:
   The pulse of our ancestors.
   The heartbeat of nations past
Land, Language, Faith.

Look into a name.
   What do you see?
Letters only?
Look deeper.
   See the people
   Who lived that name.
   Not letters but flesh and blood.
Flesh of our flesh. Blood of our blood. Faith of our faith. 

You who bore my name,
   Were your thoughts passed to me?
Do I dream your dreams?
   The sun you saw I see.
   The moon plays for us both.
Days are days. Years are years. But centuries separate us.

You who lived centuries ago
   With my name.

Did you see me then?
   You have not left this earth!
   You live in my name. You live in me. I give you earthly       immortality.

My eyes see a different land.
My ears hear different sounds.
   But we worship in unison.
   The God of your youth.

My faith you have given me.
The God who watched over you
   Watches over me.
Centuries collapse as Faith unites.

Leave you, my ancestor?
   I could never leave you
   Without leaving myself.
I take pride in you.
   The soil of your homeland
   Rests in my heart.
Your native language
   Is the melody of your dreams.

I look into your name
    And see myself.
                                 written by W.H. Zoschak (a Slovak)