Oh, I don't stay up late worrying about it.
(Although, again, a neighbor (who knew I was a Jewish Christian) excitedly showing up at my door with my geneolgy was a bit weird; this being my only odd interaction with Mormons.)
I was merely explaining the "why do Jews care" and giving the prevailing reasons.
I certainly support your right to do it; freedom of religion and all that. After all, you're talking to a guy who sells goats to Saudi Arabia. Don't want to know what they do with 'em. (I presume eat them; don't tell me otherwise.)
I can see how you might think that was odd. Did you feel like it intruded on your privacy?
In her defense, however, even non-Mormons usually get excited to discover their roots. Our church leaders often put together pedigree charts for famous visitors. I have heard of complaints when someone of note comes to visit Utah and they don't get their genealogy.
Genealogy is an addictive pursuit. Kind of like solving a puzzle, only with a personal dimension. Someone who's really into it may just assume that everyone else will share their excitement -- even a Jewish Christian.
I meant to ask you, how do you prove your lineage back to Aaron? Are there written records? Oral histories?
Re goats.
I was in Sudan and Egypt. Goats wander all over the streets. They eat garbage. So they help keep the streets and little cleaner, and provide a cheap source of meat.
While we were there, we were hosted very graciously, and most of the food we were served was pretty westernized. Except at one dinner, at the home of Hassan Turabi, who was under house arrest at the time. He served a meal that was unapologetically traditionally Sudanese. On one platter was an entire, very small cooked goat. Head and all.
There was also a sliced cheese that looked like sliced cauliflower. I was sitting about ten feet from him, and he was talking with our group. I put a piece of that cheese in my mouth and thought I was going to die. It was fermented or something. I couldn't spit it out because I didn't want to insult him, and it took all the self control I could muster to chew it up and swallow it, without tears running from my eyes.