That’s where I was this afternoon: at my local LDS Family History Center looking through old English parish records with my mother. Mostly it was a bust, and we turned up virtually nothing new. But not completely a bust: we did find the original marriage record for my great-great-great-great-grandparents, Joseph Membry and Mary Ann Lavinder, in Bath Abbey on September 11, 1814. Pretty exciting, eh?
But jeez, they sure did pick a bad day to get married on, didn’t they? It reminds me of a guy I read about who was born on September 11 ? as about 1 million Americans are ? who complained that he would never again be able to celebrate his birthday on its real day. Some people just have no foresight, do they?