Friday, March 11, 2011
I love genealogy, but I didn't realize just how much I talked about it until recently. Of course, my friends were the ones who let me know. But they didn't come right out and say so. They made it sound like a positive thing.
"Gee, Janice, I've really been learning a lot from listening to you. It's almost like taking a class."
"A friend of mine was talking about starting to work on her genealogy, and I remembered some of what you had told me, so I told her."
"I decided I'd ask you, because you're always talking about this stuff, so I figured you should know something."
But I could tell. They were trying to be nice. They were really just saying, "You talk a lot about genealogy."
I don't really mean to do it. It just sort of happens. Something in a conversation gets me thinking about genealogy, and off I go.
Almost anything can do it. Someone can mention a country for which I've researched records, or a city where I've visited a repository. It might be a story about a favorite relative. Or the really loaded question: What have you been doing lately?
The next thing I know I've spent an hour talking about the research I've been working on lately, or the latest class I took. I don't always notice the glazed eyes. But my friends are polite and put up with me, and sometimes even encourage me with questions.
Is there a 12-step program for genealogy addicts?