Ok, so those of you who are “computer savvy” will think that I’m a little slow on the uptake, but you have to remember that I’m an English Major, which is shorthand for “useless.” You know, when you declare your major in college, they really need to have a mandatory disclaimer.
I (the undersigned) do hereby understand that by declaring to be an English Major, I do hereby accept the following:
* I understand that my degree is not worth the paper it’s printed on, and while it does have fancy lettering, correct spelling, and uses proper grammar, you may as well hang it over the toilet for all the good it’s going to do you.
* I understand that my degree will mandate that I use the pronoun “whom” even though the rest of the English speaking world hasn’t used it since the early 1940’s.
* Learn this phrase “Would you like fries with your burger.”
* Learn this phrase “Hey, it is a real degree!”
Ok, I didn’t come here to spout off about being an English Major, again.
(Can you recognize an Iamb when you hear one? I can.)
Anyway, I want to tell you what I found.
(I’m a member of the Professional Organization of English Majors on Facebook, by the way.)
I want to tell you what I found! I hate it when the voices start taking over... Sheesh!
I was entering in some names on my PAF program (the genealogy program I use) and saw over on the right side, a little camera. I've only used this program for a couple of years now... So I clicked the camera button. Did you know that you can attach pictures to the people files in PAF? Of course you did, because you studied real stuff in college. So for the last two days, I’ve been adding pictures to my ancestor files and printing out new family group sheets for my book. This is so cool!
It has totally helped my wife and kids to know who some of these people are. The Porter’s aren’t really imaginative when it comes to names, so we have a lot of William’s. My grandpa, his Father, and his Father after that, on and on… I haven’t found the end yet. So when I find something out about William Leeks Porter, Sr., Terri usually has to ask, “Now which one is that?”
Now, when I can’t find a photo, I try to place a picture of their head stone… when I’ve been able to track those down. I think that it’s a perfectly acceptable alternative, but I’m not sure what to do when I can’t find that… I mean, a lot of them are buried in England, or back east, or in the middle of the Atlantic… Maybe I can use other things, just to fill in the blank spot…
“Hey Dad, did you know that Great, Great Grandpa McLeod looked just like Mel Gibson?”