Milford, Not Just For Milfs

Milford, Connecticut - Stop #7 on my Magical History Tour. A picturesque little town with a babbling brook running through the center, and a stately Memorial Bridge with venerable inscriptions honoring the town's founders.

I spent several hours in the Genealogy room at the Milford Public Library. Due to the probably top-secret contents of the collection, and the obvious cloak-and-dagger aspect of genealogical research (?), I had to sign in, but then had the entire room to myself. 

I gleefully spread out maps, enormous leather-bound volumes and manilla folders all over the table, and began my searching - very content in my solitude. I then found myself rudely interrupted by a disheveled, bespectacled man, probably in his sixties, who dared encroach on my private top-secret, high-level security clearance, room. I scowled into my research as Mr. Interloper pushed the colonial map of Milford several inches in my direction, and then just took a book out of his grubby little backpack and started reading at my table. 


He's not even doing research. He's just reading a regular book! It's probably not even a genealogy book!

I silently fumed, and thought, 'Sir, there are cubicles out in the main part of the library for people who aren't diligently researching genealogy - did you see the sign outside? The one that said Genealogy over the door? Who let you in? Well, I never! Don't you know who I AM?'

That's right. Without my 10th Great Grandfather, Captain Thomas Tibbals - memorialized on that bridge I mentioned earlier, you wouldn't have even had a town here, in which to build the Milford library, in which to create the super special, exclusively-for-researching, Genealogy room, and you'd be sitting with your cock-a-doodie backpack in the middle of a field somewhere, reading your non-genealogy book. (You're probably reading 'Twilight', and you don't want to be seen by the other library patrons, since you're not a sixteen year-old girl, but that is not my problem.) Are you still here?

The Reverend Peter Prudden was another one of my 10th Great Grandfathers, and that "voice of one crying in the wilderness" is going to be you if you keep sitting there, not researching genealogy in the Genealogy room.

Yes, the great town of Milford is a place where all can be free to wander about, or at least wander into the special Genealogy room of the library, even if they are clearly not researching anything. Milford is a place for, not just Milfs, or serious, dedicated out-of-towner researchers with an amazing ancestral connection to the town, but also for you sir, with your unkempt rumply appearance, smudgy spectacles, and your plain, old regular read-it-in-the-main-part-of-the-library-like-you're-supposed-to-novel. Welcome to Milford everyone!