Going through my Aunts collection of pieces of the past is always my favorite part of thanksgiving. My parents don’t seem to care much about our lineage, but I think it’s crazy fascinating. My aunt wheels in this cart with boxes of pictures and newspaper clippings and starts going through them and explaining to us what they are and who’s in what picture and other stories that go along with it.
I found out my great uncle had an illegitimate child that lived in the same small town as his half siblings only he went to the other high school. His last name was Schwendemann too… no one thought to check and see if they were related. And my great uncle didn’t tell anyone until after his wife died so there was gossip all over the place at the funeral, and my dad (who this new cousin looked exactly like) was convinced that everyone in Missouri must inbreed like mad before someone filled him in.
I saw article clippings about my Grandpa (who died in his 40s) and the company he owned that employed half of their small town in Illinois.
My aunt gave me a picture of my parents and oldest two brothers in which you can tell my parents were hippies. Mom’s got the long long hair with one braid in it. Dad also has long hair and is wearing red tinted aviator like glasses. The boys are dressed in earth neutral and I laughed for about 20 minutes.
So family history rediscovered = amazingness.
p.s. BCS = pile of Fail.
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