Meredith Rush, on the right is shown with her 3 1/2 year old brother Eric, on her first day of first grade. Photo taken Sept. '97. Photo submitted by Karen Rush (Hen).
The Elusive Ancestor
Author unknown, forwarded & doctored by Mel Oshins
I went searching for an ancestor, I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned, he mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to take the Census.
He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame,
And every 20 years or so, this rascal changed his name.
His parents came from Europe. They should be on some list
Of passengers to the west, but somehow they got missed.
No one else in this whole world is searching for this man.
So, I play genealogy solitaire to find him if I can.
I'm told he's buried in a plot, with a tombstone he was blessed;
But the weather took engraving, and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks recorded all their data.
No family story has emerged, as if it didn't matter.
To top it off, this ancestor who caused my mournful groan,
Gave me another pain to bear, he wed a girl named COHEN!
Tracing My Family Tree
by Patt Staley-krisko (jpatt@televar.com)
I started out calmly tracing my tree
To find, if I could, the making of me
And all that I had was Great Grandfather's name
Not knowing his wife or which way he came.
I chased him across the almighty Atlantic
And came up with pages and pages of dates
When all put together it made me forlorn
I'd proved poor Great Grandpa had never
been born.
One day I was sure the truth I had found
Determined to turn this whole thing upside down
I looked up the records of one Uncle John
But then found the old man to be younger
than his son.
Then when my hopes were fast growing dim
I came across records that must have been him
The facts I collected then made me quite sad
For dear old Great Grandfather was never a dad.
I think maybe someone is pulling my leg
I'm not sure at all I wasn't hatched from an egg
After thousands of dollars I've spent on my tree
I can't help but wonder if I'm really me.
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