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From: glenn bradford <>
Subject: [BRADFORD-L] 4 ERIN
Date: Thu, 01 Nov 2001 02:05:31 +1100


Erin said she likes a laugh
Note the last line
Some of these may sound familiar -
The records you need for your family were in the courthouse that burned.

When at last you have solved the mystery of the skeleton in the closet
he tight-lipped spinster aunt will claim" I could have told you that all
the time".
Your grandmother's maiden name for which you've searched for years was
on an old letter in a box in the attic all the time.
The family story your grandmother wrote for the family never got past
the typist. She packed it away "somewhere" and promised to send a copy,

but
never did.
You never asked you father about his father because you were not
interested in genealogy when he was alive.
The relative who had all the family photographs gave them to her
daughter who had no inclination in genealogy and no inclination to
share.
The portion of the index you need is continued in the nest issue, only
The publisher died prior to publication.
When you finally find the obituary for your grandmother, the information

is garbled. Her name is exchanged with her daughter's, the whereabouts
of
her sons are unknown, the date for her father's birth indicated he was
younger than she.
Brittle old newspapers containing the information you desired have only
fallen apart on the names and dates.
The only surname not found among the three billion in the Mormon
Archives is yours.
The only record you find for your great-grandfather is that his property

was sold at a sheriff's sale for insolvency.
>
The public ceremony, in which your distinguished ancestor participated
when the platform under him collapsed,
turned out to be a hanging.



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