Boo! This is fantastic! What a wonderful poem you have penned! I am going to write this down when I get home. I am very privileged that you have put your own poem on here.

I am sooo pleased I started this thread!
Genealogy is addictive. I think some people are more prone to becoming addicted. I think people like myself with vivid imaginations and love of story telling and who have had someone in their past who may have triggered a love of history. My Dad is the one I credit in my life for this. He was a great story teller and used to take me around places with family connections including grave yards! I remember him taking me to visit the miners' memorial at Earsdon as a child and my Grandfather's grave with no gravestone at Annitsford, St John RC. We also had his Uncle John's war memorial plaque on our wall in the kitchen. I would go on to research this in later years.
I started on family history tentatively in the Easter Holidays of 2013. I just wrote down a few names and information from the Census with regard to a Great Grandfather's family. Then I started again in 2014. I thought that I would get my family tree 'done' that year. I didn't realize at that point that I could not get this done and dusted in one year only! In reality, I now think this will be a lifetime interest. In my case, I had no idea at the start how addictive I was going to find this. In 2014 I had some mind-blowing successes and became totally hooked!
Regarding poems I am going to write a little ditty below which I wrote as a child - I think I may have been about twelve. I even had a tune which I used to sing this to. As a child I used to love to pretend I was married to the boy next door and had lots of children. However, I also used to like to pretend I was a gypsy travelling all over the countryside in a caravan. I could visualize country lanes, rivers etc and imagine myself in a caravan being pulled by a horse. Then when I started family history research I discovered that one branch of my family tree on my Dad's side had in fact been Irish travelers! I wonder if there is a hidden memory in the DNA. This is the ditty:
'Sitting by the river, gazing at the stars
Wondering how far I've travelled
I'm here without a care
Come rain or shine
All of my troubles have unraveled
It's a fine life to be free
And the free life is for me
I wouldn't give it up at any cost
And as I like to roam
And I have no proper home
There's never any chance of getting lost!
(In reality, I had no proper 'troubles' and of course, did have a 'proper home'.

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My Grandson, is a baby and has not yet reached his first birthday. However, when he gets older I am going to share my love of family history with him and take him around places with family connections as my Dad did with me. Hopefully, he will also become an addicted family genealogist like me!
Thanks again, Boo for posting your poem. I love it! What a treat to come on here and read this with a smile.
