I have a fantastic attention span. Generally speaking. Where was I?
Oh, yes. But for whatever reason, when it comes to family history work, I'm like a child holding car keys, a xylophone, and the remote control. I go from one thing to another at speeds that have no scientific measure. It's exasperating. Poor uncle Joseph from Wichita is getting all my attention, when I spot another name from that 1910 census record, and decide I should follow that lead for fear of forgetting the thought. The next thing I know, I'm searching Wikipedia for information on beheadings during the reign of Czar whoever. What's really worse is, by the time I have a cognisant thought, I can't remember where I started. And then poor uncle Joseph gets lost in time again. Well, until I'm reminded of him later, while I peruse party dresses of the 16th century on oldpartydresses.com.
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