(From The Princess Bride)
Inigo Montoya: “I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?”
Man in Black: “Do you always start conversations this way?”
I love Inigo. He’s focused, passionate, and funny.
Sort of like my new friend, Cathy. In just three meetings with me she has “completed” her 4-generation pedigree and is well on her way to filling in the details of the fifteen family groups.
I always give homework and rarely remember what assignment I gave. I should probably write them down? I’d be a fun teacher. My students would get away with a lot. But we’d also have fun learning, too. Exciting subjects drive themselves. Don’t you think?
Cathy has surprised me two times now by coming into the Family History Center having done hers. She’s amazing. She needs no reminders. We laughed about how tired she was. On Tuesday night we both left the Center and worked on some of her family history puzzles late into the night. She admitted that she had the next day off from work and spent the whole day looking for the link between two great grandparents with the same last name. That was the homework assignment she’d been given that she was so excited to share last night.
“You did?!” I squealed.
“Yup. I found them.” She started talking to herself as she fingered through her files, looking for the one with the goods in it while I peppered her with distracting questions.
I switched chairs to sit at her right, explaining that I sleep on the left side of the bed, but I’m used to sitting to her right. My friend got a chuckle out of that declaration.
“You mean they were sisters?” I asked.
“That means that their great-grandchildren, one a boy and the other a girl, got married?” I looked at her, waiting.
“”They’re a few logs removed from the wood pile,” she said matter-of-factly, staring straight ahead at the computer screen. Oh, my! She makes me laugh!
I had to get my cousins chart out to figure out what to call them. From now on it’s going to be hanging in the Center.”Cathy! Your mom and dad are third cousins!” No big deal, but really fun!
It was 8:30 and my ride had arrived, so we wrapped things up and I went home . While unwinding on the couch, Kyle asked, “What do you DO with people there?” which he followed up with, “I have NO interest in that at all!”
To which I replied, “It’s in the stories, Kyle. You get hooked in the stories. We (Cathy and I) opened up a World War I draft registration record and found out this guy had three fingers on his left hand.”
Kyle just stared at me with a squinched up nose. Guys love blood and guts and action! The kind that Inigo Montoya delivers. I think my son was starting to get it, but he just laughed and shook his head.
But my mind was already off imagining about how it had happened.
‘Cause in the end, that’s what intrigued me the most. And if Momma ain’t intrigued, ain’t NObody gonna be intrigued!
Ha! What intrigue have you found in your ancestors’ closets?