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YOU KNOW YOU ARE
A GENEALOGY ADDICT WHEN...
Author Unknown
You brake for libraries.
You hyper ventilate at the sight of an old cemetery.
You would rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall.
You would rather read census schedules than a good book.
You are more interested in what happened in 1697 than 1997.
Moses, Dorcas, and Caleb are household names, but you cannot
remember what to call the dog.
You can pinpoint Sewickely, McKeesport, Evans City, (PA) but
can't
locate your state capital on the map.
You think every home should have a copier and a microfilm reader.
You know every register of deeds in the state by name, but they
lock the doors when they see you coming.
You store your clothes under the bed, because your closet is full
of books and papers.
All your correspondence begins "Dear Cousin".
You have traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam
&
Eve, have it documented and still don't want to quit.
A guy is walking through China Town in New York. He is fascinated by all the Chinese restaurants, the shops, the signs and banners on all the buildings. He is having the greatest time just walking and looking around. He turns a corner and sees a building with a sign that says "Hans Olafsen's Chinese Laundry."
"Hans Olafsen?" he thinks. "How in the world does that fit in here?"
So, he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese gentleman sitting in the corner. The visitor asks "How in the world did a Chinese Laundry get a name like Hans Olafsen's Chinese Laundry?"
The old man says "Is name of owner."
The visitor asks "Who in the heck is the owner?"
"I am he," answers the old man.
"You? How in the heck did you ever get a name like Hans Olafsen?"
The old man replies -- "Many years ago, when come to this country, I standing in line at immigration office. Man in front was big Swede. Lady look at him and say "What your name?" and he say "Hans Olafsen." Next, she look at me -- "What your name?" I say "Saim Ting."
Author Unknown
Submitted by
Leanne Casarotto