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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Stale Days and May Musings

I want to post something before May turns into June and I have to face it that I’ve let an entire month get away from me without writing something interesting in my blog. But that is just my trouble: I have been trying for weeks to think of something interesting to write and have not come up with anything. I have decided today to write about things that are boring.

Everything I have done lately seems a repeat of what I have done before. Take last weekend for instance: Memorial Day weekend. We went to the cemeteries we always go to. It rained. It rains half the time on Memorial weekend.

I remind myself of a song from the musical Gigi, “It’s a Bore.” Gaston’s uncle Honore tries vainly to cure Gaston’s ennui, and Gaston persists in thinking:

It’s the same dull world where ever you go,
whatever place you are at—
The earth is round but everything on it is flat.
(Alan Jay Lerner)

This is not really what I think. It was the same event, and yet we were a year older, a year fatter or thinner, the cemeteries a year more run down, the photographs posed almost exactly the same showing the differences. The green of the trees—is it my imagination, or is it deeper this year, fresher than last?

The cemetery—is it more meaningful this year, now that I know more about those who are laid there?

More things there are probably no real answers for—Is it really fair that I love to teach and love genealogy and am teaching two classes at the local family history library that are turning out deadly dull to me? Not to the students, not yet, apparently. But I dread every class and hope merely to get through without anybody actually starting to boo. I keep rewriting, hoping to hit on a way to make it fresh, make it fun.

Today a real, live reporter from a local newspaper interviewed me over the telephone about genealogy and family reunions. I can’t say that was a bore or that it was the same old thing—being interviewed for an article was a brand new experience and I enjoyed it very much! However, the more I think about what I said, the less I think I said anything worth putting in the article. Mainly I corroborated the research and things the reporter had already gathered, so I am afraid I was “old news” through and through. Still, I will look for the article with anticipation.

And that is the news for today. New? No!