I didn’t start out this way, and neither did Clue Wagon. I used to be a corporate HR executive, and this used to be a blog about how to get a job. You can read more about that here.
Even as a kid, I was interested in my family history. When I was a junior in high school, one of my relatives started talking about the old aunts and uncles and grandparents. I took notes on the only thing that was handy—a paper bag. I still have it.
A few years later, I moved from Los Angeles to Milwaukee. An elderly relative wrote and said that my great-great-great-grandparents were buried in West Bend, Wisconsin. This was news to me, since I’d never been to Wisconsin before I moved there, and as far as I knew my family hadn’t either. I went up and found their graves, along with a big fat file about them at the local historical society. I was hooked. I spent the next seven years doing research in Wisconsin and Minnesota. I learned a lot.
Then I got married. My corporate career took off. I had a baby, and another. I spent 10 years focusing on other things. My research sat in two big black filing cabinets, untouched. I missed it terribly, but I couldn’t find a way to work on it while getting all of the other stuff done.
When I left HR after my second child was born, I finally got to spend a bit more time focusing on my research (and my descendants, of course). It’s been great. Genealogy has changed a great deal since I started back in the olden days (i.e. the mid-1990s).
Since then, I’ve spent my time writing, teaching, and working on my own research. Spending my time with dead people is very different from HR. Dead people never send dumb chain emails or make you sit through three-hour meetings in windowless conference rooms. They don’t sexually harass each other, and you never have to fire them. Dead people rock.
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