Grandma Climbed The Family Tree
By Virginia Day McDonald, Macon, GA
been a change in Grandma, we've noticed as of late.
always reading history, or jotting down some date.
tracing back the family, we'll all have pedigrees,
got a hobby, she's Climbing Family Trees...
Grandpa does the cooking, and now, or so he states,
even has to wash the cups and dinner plates.
Grandma can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee,
genealogy for the Family Tree.
has not time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright.
buttons left on Grandpa's shirts, the flower bed's a sight.
given up her club work, the serials on TV,
only thing she does nowdays is climb that Family Tree.
mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far.
week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR.
monumental project - to that we all agree,
worthwhile avocation - to climb the Family Tree.
wanders through the graveyard in search of date and name,
rich, the poor, the inbetween, all sleeping there the same.
pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze,
blows above the Fathers of all our Family Trees.
some folks came from Scotland, some from Galway Bay,
were French as pastry, some German all the way.
went on West to stake their claims, some stayed there by the sea,
hopes to find them all as she climbs the Family Tree.
were pioneers and patriots mixed with our kith and kin,
blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin.
none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee,
time she finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.
skills were wide and varied from carpenter to cook,
one, alas, the records show was hopelessly a crook.
farmer, weaver, judge, some tutored for a fee,
lost in time, now all recorded on the Family Tree.
some it's just a hobby, to Grandma it's much more.
learns the joys and heartaches of those who went before.
loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept - and now for you and me,
live again in spirit around the Family Tree.
last she's nearly finished, and we are each exposed.
will be the same again, this we all suppose.
will cook and sew, serve crullers with our tea.
have her back, just as before that wretched Family Tree.
to relate, the Preacher called and visited for a spell.
talked about the Gospel and other things as well.
heathen folk, the poor, and then 'twas fate, it had to be
the conversation turned to Grandma and the Family Tree.
tried to change the subject, we talked of everything,
then in Grandma's voice we heard that old familiar ring.
told him all about the past, and soon 'twas plain to see,
Preacher, too, was neatly snared by Grandma and the Family Tree.