When does an obsession become too much? If you’re talking about genealogy, it doesn’t—at least according to these readers. For sharing their stories of over-the-top family history passion, they’ll receive copies of our Spring 2012 Discover Your Roots bookazine.
I spend 16 hours a day researching, answering message board posts and “collecting” websites. Sleep has been whittled down to five hours since I “do genealogy” until 1:30 a.m., sometimes even 3:30.
This isn’t just for my ancestry. I’m researching everyone else’s, too. One example: I bought old postcards at an antique store, researched the names, traced their descendants and sent my finds (for free).
Anita Brubaker » Wilmette, Ill.
Moment of Truth
When I returned, my co-workers asked to see my vacation pictures. To my surprise, all but a few of the pictures were of old homes, cemeteries and tombstones—things they weren’t interested in. It was then I realized I was hooked on genealogy.
Charlyn Bailey » Ravenna, Mich.
All in the Name of Genealogy
Rita Jones » Italy, Texas
Picture of Obsession
I fully understood the depths of my addiction when I began to purchase old photographs, hoping to return them to their rightful homes and loving families. If I couldn’t purchase a picture, I’d post information about it on any genealogy message board I could find. I love the history, the faces and the stories, and I just love doing genealogy.
During 2004, my mother was preparing to move from her New York home. Packing a lifetime of treasures proved to be a daunting task—one further complicated by an accumulation of her mother’s belongings. Piles of possessions came out of storage and were sorted to move, go to charity or be put in the trash.
Valerie Damon » Tucson, Ariz.