Digging Through the Past
I thought I’d try my family tree,
A harmless hobby, just for me.
A bit of digging, what’s the harm?
I didn’t expect the old-world charm.
Out came the charts, the records, the maps,
Late nights poring over digital apps.
On FamilySearch, I clicked away,
And found more cousins than I can say.
Then DNA, what a clever thing,
Unveiled a family fit for a king.
Or so I thought, till the test revealed,
My roots were more “farm” than battlefield.
I asked AI, “Where do I begin?”
It hummed and whirred, and took it all in.
“Your great-great-gran,” it said with flair,
“Was known for her pies and questionable hair.”
I found a thief, a sailor, a bard,
A tanner who smelled of leather and lard.
A sheep wrangler, and—this made me blush—
A blacksmith known for his temper (and mush).
Each story a gem, a quirky delight,
From dodgy scandals to tales of might.
The truth is odd, the facts askew,
But oh, the laughs as the picture grew!
So grab your pen, your magnifying glass,
And dive headfirst into the past.
It’s messy, funny, and full of glee—
A glorious tangle of family!