The Educated Graveyard Rabbit
The twentieth in a series
The twentieth in a series
featuring a member of
The Graveyard Rabbit Association
Some of Ye Rabbits may not be aware I am the rabbit behind the curtain that
cranks this column out brings this column to you each and every week. I felt silly writing about myself and then presenting myself, so I have asked a professional interviewer to do it for me.
Recently, I had the pleasure of interviewing Sheri Fenley who runs The Educated Graveyard Rabbit blog and asked her a few questions about her involvement with the Association of Graveyard Rabbits – as well as some random, off-the-wall questions thrown in for fun!
What Graveyard Rabbit site(s) do you run?
What first interested you in joining the GYR Association?
The chance to finally be a Bunny. Then Terry Thornton of Hill Country of Monroe County, Mississippi told me his name really wasn't Hugh Hefner. But I was already signed up so thought I'd give it a go.
Did you always have a fascination with cemeteries? Or did this develop out of your genealogy work?
No, truth be told, I have always been creeped out by cemeteries. It was a few years ago while researching my family onsite in Lincoln County, North Carolina I started feeling a little more comfortable setting foot in one. I really had no choice as the camera I owned had no zoom feature. I wanted photos of the headstones of my ancestors so I wrapped rosary beads around my neck, sprinkled a little holy water behind my ears and got my close-ups.
Boxers or briefs?
For me or my man? Doesn't matter, the answer is the same for both - none. A little fresh air is good for you!
Do your family members think you are a “little off center” with respect to your cemetery obsession?
Definitely more than a little off centered. But Shsh! They only know about my relationship with genealogy. I haven't told them about the cemeteries yet.
Which situation evokes an immediate response of “Oh! Oh! Stop the car!”
- you spy a yard sale in the distance
- you notice a cemetery from ¼ mile away
- you see a sexy man on the side of the road
- from afar you spy Elvis with your eye
A yard sale? OMG I love yard sales, to pass one and not stop is tempting the fate of St. Vincent de Paul, patron saint of yard sales.
A cemetery? Most certainly but only if they are not conducting business at the time.
A sexy man on the side of the road? This works out best when my husband isn't in the car with me, but of course I would stop. He might need some roadside assistance.
About Elvis, I am sure this is blasphemy, but he really isn't my first choice in the "Hunk a, Hunk a, Burnin' Love" department.
Paper or plastic?
Paper - they make the grooviest party hats.
What advice do you have for anyone considering joining GYR and creating their own GYR-affiliated blog?
Why are you still here reading about it? Grab yourself some floppy ears, a big fuzzy tail and join us. The GYR blogs are such an wonderful way to give back or pay it forward to the genealogical and historical community.
Thomas MacEntee may be reached via Twitter (@geneabloggers), e-mail (tmacentee@gmail)
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