Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Nuts to Brick Walls

"Brick Walls" are when you've come to the end of your ancestral line research and you can go no farther. If you can't break through, because information is not available to you at that precise moment or what you found may be incorrect, then you might have to take a little detour around the brick wall. Find another family expert and pick their brains to see what they know, however, be forewarned, some genealogy nuts are harder to crack than others. 

"Even professional genealogists have brick walls and need other genealogists, with specialties in those areas, to help them out." ~ Christa Cowan, Ancestry.com

I've been researching one particular ancestor, Martin White,  and have found much new information which  has enriched the historical environment he lived in. I have found some of his FANS (friends, associates, and neighbors) and, with the help of others, have uncovered journals and letters by his FAN's and family.
A girlfriend sent me this funny this morning, knowing that I'm a history/genealogy nut too. Enjoy!

Nuts in the Cemetery

On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts. "One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me, " said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence. 

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, 'One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me!' He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. 

'Come here quick,' said the boy, 'you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls!' 

The man said, 'Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk.' When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, 'One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.' The old man whispered, 'Boy, you've been tellin' me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord.'

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord. 

At last they heard, 'One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done.'

They say the old man had the lead for a good half-mile before the kid on the bike passed him.

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