We just heard the news today: my nephew is going to be a dad. At age 18.
And that makes me a grand aunt. At age 30.
“That’s incredible,” I kept saying over and over as The General and I were driving on our way out for some errands. “Stupid kids,” replied The General.
The situation isn’t ideal – but is it ever? My nephew, David, graduated high school last June. He’s in a technical college right now for some networking gig? I’m not even sure. For reasons I will not explain here, he doesn’t live at home, but with my in-laws in a dreary part of The Great White North. We thought it was his girlfriend of a couple years – whom I met and like (even though she’s a bit of a brat, I’m told). It turns out it’s not her — but her cousin! Oh snap! It’s like a soap opera. I didn’t even know they broke up.
The story gets better: she’s 2 months along and it’s twins. The doctors are saying 1 of the twins is not growing as fast as the other one, so there is a chance one might not make it. Twins. Amazing. I certainly hope it’s a boy — call me crazy — but it will keep the family line going. It ends with my husband.
I only met my grand aunts a couple of times on my mom’s side; one of whom I never met because there was a lot of bad blood between her and my grandfather. My dad’s side is so old, I think most were dead by the time I was a teenager. I never officially met any of them.
I do have the wedding pictures of my great grand aunts (my great grandfather’s sisters), Alma and Lydia from about 100 years ago. I found their descendants: Alma’s only son is dead, while Lydia’s grandchildren live in my mom’s hometown.
Since I can’t have kids, I always said I wanted to be a grand aunt and in time, hopefully my grand niece/nephew would take an interest in genealogy and display wedding pictures of me in their house a century later. Now that my sitting room is almost complete, I think it’s high time I framed the pictures and put them on the wall.
This is Alma and Walter, 17 April 1913
This is Lydia and Fred (Alma’s older sister), 17 May 1911