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. She is easily bribed with coffee and chocolate chip cookies.

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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