Who's MY Great Aunt?
It has occurred to me that I am Great Aunt to more great-nieces and great-nephews than I have time to count, and a great-great-aunt to several on Paul's side of the family. And I know them all. And they know me. Is that just different because of the day and age - and technology - than it was when I was growing up? I can't think of a single great aunt or great uncle that I ever knew. I could maybe name some of Caroline's siblings - a Hofstetter or two - but that's as far as I can go. Puzzling.
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What about Irene?
What about Great-aunt Irene? At least, I always thought of her as that. But I don't recall exactly how we were related to her so I don't know if she was really our great-aunt or not. What I do know is: she lived in Kansas (Kansas City?) and she and her husband (whose name I don't remember) used to refurbish houses. That is, move into derelict places, fix them up and then resell them for lots more money. And my middle name came from her name. Boy, now that I started this, I realize how much I *don't* know about her -- which I guess just proves your point, Jenni, especially considering that I don't even know how we were related to her. Would she be on any of Sheri's geneaology charts?
What was wrong with my brain?
I woke up this morning realizing that was I said in the blob entry I made last night was goofy. I seriously considered deleting that entry -- but decided to leave it stand just as a reminder of the fallability of human memory (mine, anyway). The great-aunt I was thinking of was Daisy. Vicki named Daisy after her. My middle name, of course, was Ethel's middle name -- that's where the Irene came from. Jenni, maybe you should pose your great-aunt question on email since Vicki may have more info and she hasn't gotten around to following the blog yet. And at this point, I'm not sure I trust anything I remember about distant relatives.
Aunt WHO?
I'm with you Lu. We need Vicki, Molly and Sheri to help us out here.
But there WAS an Aunt Irene, too - wasn't there? Maybe at chat tonight we can untangle a bit of this.
Point being, I guess we should all be sure to do something outrageous along the way so that OUR great nieces and nephews will at least have some recollection of who we were. After that it's ashes to ashes, dust to dust....
Is this too serious a topic for blogging? Wait a minute, who was being serious?
Uncle Wilson
The only "great" I can remember with any clarity is "Uncle Wilson" - although he was Ethel's uncle, therefore our great-uncle. We'd visit him from time to time - out in Riceland. I never was very enthusiastic about going there, because it was boring, as far as I was concerned.
Vicki