Hello from frigid Viola, Wisconsin, where we are still waiting for the
snow that never comes. Here is a poem which I saw on the CHAMPION
rootsweb. It has probably been here before, but is a good reminder of
what we find in our searches. Dean
I climbed my family tree and found it was not worth the climb;
And so, I scampered down, convinced it was a waste of time.
Some branches of my tree, I found, were rotten to the core.
And, all the tree was full of sap and hung with nuts galore!
I used to brag of my kinfolk, before I made the climb,
but truth compels me not to tell of those not worth a dime.
And I beg friends who boast aloud of their ancestors great,
To climb their family tree and learn of those who weren't so straight.
I've learned what family trees are like, I've seen them growing 'round.
They're like a 'tater' vine because, the best are underground!
Author Unknown