Tesseman

They’re omnipresent, with their grizzly heads bent over their work, monopolizing the few reader-printers and shouting “Yay! I’ve found him!” in their rasping death rattle when they manage to eke out an Uncle Fester from the 1861 census. Bloody genealogists, I’d complain to Colin. Until I bought a license for Ancestry just for work purposes, you understand. But after a few tentative clicks I was hooked: The Cayers and Boisvins, the Vezeaus, followed quickly by the elusive but higher-evolved Leducs and Jolis. Then, the mother lode: The Lepage family tree traced back 1634. It’s Old People Crack and I’m addicted.