Redheaded women. One per generation, going back at least the last four generations (hard to tell much past my grandmother, what with black & white photography and all). Alternating sides of the family tree: My maternal grandmother, then my dad’s sister, then my first cousin on my mom’s side, and finally my niece.
May birthdays: my mom (May 14), me (May 17), my cousin (May 14, same as my mom), and both of my nieces (May 6 & 20). Oh, and my parents were married in May.
My youngest sister is 11 years younger than me. We had already noticed that everybody in my immediate family except my oldest sister (1968) was born in a year with repeating final digits: 1944 (both parents), 1966 (me) and 1977 (youngest sister). But it was my baby sister who, just before her 11th birthday (in 1988), noticed that she was going to be half my age (then 22) and that I was half our parents’ age (then 44).
Not sure if this can really be considered a coincidence, but … Getting married very late or not at all: My maternal grandparents: grandpa was either over or pushing 40 when he married grandma, who was over 30; my dad has two younger sisters, one who didn’t marry until 35 and one who is over 60 now and has never married; I’m 41 and still unmarried (and unattached), and my “baby” sister will be 30 next month and is similarly unmarried and unattached.
My aunt, from my mothers side (different last name) opposite sex (if it matters) and about 15 years older then me, and I have sequential social security numbers. As in if you take mine and add 1 to the last digit you get her’s (or vice versa I don’t remember). Even odder is that we know it. C’mon, how many people know their aunt’s SSN.
My seven great-aunts. All married. All survived their husband. My last great-uncle by married died a few years ago. He was scared to death. My aunt was, like, “you’re going to go before me, bub”. She was right.
Beats mine – I was born on my mom’s birthday, 1/27. My sister was also born on the 27th, but of May, not January. And my youngest daughter was born on the 27th of Oct, though we picked that date for a scheduled c-section. My dad and one of my cousins (his brother’s daughter) share a birthday as well.
My parents both moved around eastern Arkansas a lot as kids, but in somewhat different areas. They did both, however, attend the same very tiny one-room elementary school, at different times.
Correction: I checked with my mom, and grandpa was 34 when he married my grandma, who was 29. Still, that was probably considered pretty darned old to be getting married for the first time in 1943
My brother and his wife both have the same birthday. Their son, named after my father, missed having his grampa’s birthday by one day. My fiancée has the same birthday as my sister.
My grandmother was thirty when she had my mother (her first child), who was two weeks late.
My mother was thirty when she had my sister (her first child), who was two weeks late.
I was born on the same day that one of my wife’s aunts got married.
My wife has nine cousins on her mother’s side. She also has a sister. Of the eleven children of that generation, ten of them are girls. The one boy is adopted (one of the girls is too, but that still leaves it at nine girls, no boys).
Both my mother and my grandmother on my mom’s side are older than their husbands (although with grandma it’s a little fuzzier on the exact dates because she falsified her information in order to escape mainland China and they never bothered to change it back).
I’m the eldest daughter of my mother, the eldest daughter in her family; my little brother is the youngest son of my father, the youngest son in his. (This made the both of us very spoiled grandkids. :D)
I’m personally most of the coincidences in my immediate family. My birthdate is 9/9/81, and the registry number on my birth certificate is 999. I’ve suffered from a bad case of snowballing nines since birth. Periodically I’ll go to a tarot or palm reader with friends and they always give me tremendously funny looks when I tell them my birthdate.
Other than that, the best I can think of is that my mother’s mother’s line has been almost entirely girls for generations. Tracing the family line is nearly impossible because of it. I think one of the cousins in my mother’s generation had to have something like six kids before she got a son, and he’s the only one for quite a long way up the family tree. We, like Amazons, apparently prefer to capture our menfolk from the outside.
My paternal grandparents were born in London and Cardiff, respectively, to unrelated families with the same surname. They were both orphaned as children. They both spent time at the same orphanage, although not at the same time. They met and married after both had independently emigrated to the same place in Ontario, Canada. What are the odds of that, eh?
My two brothers were born a year apart, on September 9 and November 9.
His Dad is one of three boys. The oldest is a G___ who married a H___ , and his brothers are an A___ who married a B___ and a N___ who married a M___.
Among my husband and his two siblings, we nearly got a nice spousal birthday theme going. My birthday is 4/5 (that’s the fourth of may for any Americans playing along here ) and one of my BILs is 9/10. Unfortunately the other one spoils it by being born on the 3/12, but that nearly works (1…2…3…)
Also, my husband is the oldest of three, and a boy, born when his dad was 32. His dad is also the oldest of three, and a boy, born when his dad was 32. We spoiled that one by waiting an extra year - clearly that is the reason we have girls. Works for me!
I just remembered another one: my mother had three boyfriends before meeting my father. They all had the same surname. No matter which one she married, I was destined to have this name!
My mother’s oldest sister was born 28 Feb 1926, her youngest sister on 28 Feb 1945. My dad’s oldest brother was born on 21 Dec 1926, his youngest brother on 21 Dec 1938. The older sibling got the naming rights in both cases.
My husband’s oldest niece, youngest nephew and uncle are all born on April 26 - different years though.
My dad passed away in hospital, Aug 18 '86. Eighteen hours later, I gave birth to my son in the same hospital.
Almost family - my ex boyriend Martin and his sister Karin both died on Aug 8, seven years apart. ('91 & '98) Oh, and less than an hour ago - it’s just barely Aug 9 as I write.
I am one of a pair of identical twins. My twin sister was acardiac (no heart, reverse perfusion of blood flow through the placenta, no upper torso development) and did not survive.
I have identical twin daughters. One was born with major heart defects which, even 10 years ago (never mind 40 years ago) would have resulted in her death. She lives, thanks to medical technology.
On May 22, 1999, my father died of a heart attack at 7:30 in the morning.
On the same day, at 3:30PM, my mother died of a heart attack.
It is still an unbelievable, painful memory.
) and one of my BILs is 9/10. Unfortunately the other one spoils it by being born on the 3/12, but that nearly works (1…2…3…)