I received my Census form today, after receiving a note last week telling me I would be receiving a Census form this week. I’ll spare you my rant about government redundancy and costs, but you can make up your own and insert it here.
I have to say that, after filling out my census form – the first one I think I’ve ever filled out, since I have absolutely no memory of the 2000 census – that I am somewhat disappointed in the lack of information being collected these days. In the last few years, as I’ve done more and more research into genealogy and my family history, released census forms have been an incredible wealth of information. They’ve listed birth country, residency, occupations, educational levels, disabilities, languages spoken in the home; this is all data that helps build a rich tapestry of knowledge, and often offers valuable insight and information about people with whom we have little to no tangible connections.
In 72 years, all anyone searching for my data will learn is where I lived. While that might prove useful for someone who is trying to trace the nomadic tendencies that appear to run in my family, it’s hardly going to offer the sort of rich background that the 1930s census offers about my great-grandparents.