Barry's Relatively Speaking: My Hound-Dog Woman
Posted on Jul 18, 2012
Barry's Relatively Speaking shares the personal experiences and stories of genealogists found in the Everton Genealogical Helper Magazine collection on MyGenShare.com. Gene shares the following experience.
My long-time co-pilot, and map-misreader is not as dedicated to genealogy as I, but she accepts it as just another cross to bear. She says that all of our vacations are spent in either an abandoned cemetery, or the musty basement of some courthouse poring over almost-forgotten records. She insists that our youngest daughter cried when she received her first set of building blocks, because they weren't shaped like cemetery markers. That little one is now grown, with children of her own. and is a dedicated family genealogist.
It was a few years ago. on a wintry Sunday afternoon, after attending church in the morning, we had driven to a semi-abandoned cemetery in search of a marker supposedly located there. As I searched for the elusive marker, the wife sat in the warm car, reading the Sunday paper.
Parting the dead weeds and brambles, I scanned marker after ancient marker. After thoroughly covering the area twice, I knew the marker was not there.
Cold and disgusted, I dejectedly returned to the car. Glancing up from the "Woman's Section", the wife sweetly asked if I had found it. When I told her it was not there, she stretched, got out of the car, and said "Let me look.' "Be my guest", I grumpily replied. Looking in all directions, and turning around a couple of times, the wife tilted her nose in the air, sniffed a bit, and took off. She reminded me of a blue-tick hound I owned as a boy.
She had not walked more than thirty yards, when she gave a yell, and motioned me to come there.
There, plain as day, was the evasive marker.
Ever since. I teasinglv call her, "My Hound-dog Woman".