Saturday Nights Just Aren’t What They Used to Be

Randy at Genea-Musings seems to think that I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than play a genealogy game he’s started.

Sadly… he’s right.

Here’s the rules:

* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your blog (or a comment to this blog).

Here’s mine:

Another case contained a lock of Jeff Davis’s hair and splinters of wood from the tree under which he was arrested by Union troops in 1865.

Horwitz, Tony, Confederates in the Attic: Dispatches from the Unfinished Civil War, Vintage Departures, New York, 1999, p. 56.

This book has been on my nightstand for months, and my progress is slow. I hope to finish it someday.

Now… it’s your turn. Unless you’re actually out having a life on a Saturday night.

Copyright © 2008 by Elizabeth O’Neal

Elizabeth is a genealogy and family history researcher, writer, and consultant. Adores good grammar and spelling, and believes the Oxford Comma is just misunderstood. Thrives on large quantities of coffee. One daughter, two rescued hounds, and a plethora of missing ancestors keep her on her toes.

1 Comment

  1. Very few of us with kids have lives on Saturday night – right?

    We’ve had Lolo (3.5 years) and Audrey (7 months) for five days now – Mommy comes today to get them. It’s been fun, but exhausting.


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