One of my aunts died a week or so ago. I was feeling self conscious about having no idea who she was, and even when my mother pointed out that I knew her daughter, at least...well, it wasn't until my father, her brother, said "Oh, well, I don't think you've ever met."
You have a sibling who lives in the same city as you, and I've met and extensively socialised with all your other siblings but her?
That's why I stopped doing the family tree--there's no drama there, or anything. Just some sister he mostly forgot he had.
Families are WEIRD.
I remember attending my maternal grandparents' wedding. They'd divorced when their kids were grade-school age but remarried during the late '60s. I'm not sure why they remarried -- they didn't live together afterward or anything like that.
I also found out that my paternal grandmother was about 11 months older than I'd always thought.
I just informed Sox this morning that the 50th anniversary party she remembered for our grandparents was actually their 51st because our grandmother didn't want anyone to know that my father was conceived before my grandparents were married. Hee!
I discovered from the 1920 census that the aunt who my father had wanted to name me after was a totally different name than the one my mother had always told me she rejected for me. She'd always told me it was Gertrude, when it was in fact Genevieve.
... I'm in a grumpy mood today.
... I'm in a grumpy mood today.
If we call you Genevieve, will that make it better or worse?
I just informed Sox this morning that the 50th anniversary party she remembered for our grandparents was actually their 51st
yes. but that's the only weird thing about our family. we're terribly boring otherwise.
that's the only weird thing about our family
Sox, please put your pants out, as they appear to be on fire.
yes. but that's the only weird thing about our family. we're terribly boring otherwise.
The members of your family I have met have been, as I recall, entertaining.
But perhaps they were on their most interesting, on account of how any non-Sparky members met were at an Important Social Event at the time.
ARGH! My SiL is trying to change plans next week for babysitting the kids for my sister's wedding. Head. Exploding. I thought we had it all hashed out.
Sometimes, it's like we don't speak the same language.
