While browing the Genea-blogs this morning, one of DearMYRTLE's stories made me laugh.
She was reminiscing (that's a hard word to spell) about an experience she had while volunteering in a Family History Center in Florida. Myrt wrote:
A man hurried in through the center doors, explaining his wife was waiting out in the car. He said "I heard that the Mormons were doing family history. I came to pick mine up!"
...if only it were that easy. Sure wouldn't be fun though. Although, I'd love to run into a Family History Center and learn that someone had just found Nathan Brown's parents.