The snooper’s genealogy category
Dead ends.
Lost records… And then the uncanny researcher who when she enters the library, walks the stacks and pulls out a treasure-filled book on a whim. That’s me, occasionally. I’m the obstinate snooper, and this is my genealogy hoard.
My passion for genealogy began 13 years ago on a research trip with my mom and her mom. Since I love to snoop, I thought I might like it. To entertain me, they let me choose an ancestor to look for; when I chose Phebe Davis, who married Benjamin Sackett around 1754, they wondered why I wanted to look for the needle in the haystack. Well, I don’t remember why I chose her, and I’m still looking for her after a baker’s-dozen years. I did, last September, find her and Benjamin’s graves, and that they donated the cemetery land to their church.
I couldn’t do much research on my own at age 14, but now that I’m liberated from the constraints of high school, curfews, college, and lack of transportation, I have a few more resources at my call. In a week, I’m embarking on an adventure named ‘Administrative Assistant and Logistical Coordinator Internship’ at Camp High Rocks, and on my way I’ll be doing some genealogical hunting, which once again involves traipsing through cemeteries.
You won’t find a family tree here — no lines from me to who-knows-who — but you will find my mysteries, my obsessions, and occasionally a few nightly dreams of hiding ancestors.
