Much is made of geneology…the family tree..anyone who has attempted it knows the satisfaction and also the frustration…heres an example of the latter:

by Merrell Kenworth

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,
and avoided any man who came
to take the U.S. 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 U.S.A.,
but somehow they got missed.

And no one else in this whole world
is searching for this man.
So, I play geneasolitaire
to find him if I can.

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but weather took engraving,
and some vandals took the rest.

He died before the county clerk
decided to keep records.
No Family Bible has emerged,
in spite of all my efforts,

To top it off, this ancestor,
who caused me many groans,
just to give me one more pain
betrothed a girl named Jones.