There are mysterious things about both my mother’s side of the family and my father’s side.
My mother is one of 11 kids. I only met half of the siblings in my life, since they had scattered to different parts of the country and a couple of the older ones had already passed away. My mom had a fair complexion with red hair, and a couple of the siblings looked like her. But the others had a darker complexion with black wavy or curly hair. And all of them had basicly the same facial features, large rounded eyes and full lips. I never met my grandparents, but from the pictures I saw, her father was fair with red hair, and her mother was the source of the other features, although I only saw one picture of her and her hair was already gray. I should also mention that my mom was born in 1918, and if there was any racial mixing in the family it would not have been mentioned EVER. Also my dad was a historian. He did everybody’s geneology, even people he just met. He loved that stuff. He NEVER did my mom’s geneolgy. My sister and half brother have inheirited the dark features, which brings me to the mystery from my dad’s side of the family…
The mystery is ME! My Dad was the oldest of 3 brothers. He was 57 when I was born, and my Mom was 44. My mom had 2 adult sons from a previous marriage, and a 7 yr old daughter from my dad. My dad’s second youngest brother was married with several kids and the youngest brother was never married and traveled the world. I didn’t meet him until I was about 5 or 6, when he had come back for a visit. There was alot of excitement in the family about his arrival. I remember my cousin bragging to me because he was going to stay at their house. When he came to our house, he had gifts for me and my sister. After we ate dinner, my parents and sister disappeared and left me alone with my uncle for a long time. I remember him being kind of uncomfortable around me. :dubious:
I didn’t see him again until I was 14. He had been diagnosed with cancer, and came to live with me and my dad. My mom was living in another town and my sister was married. Several of my adult cousins offered to take him in and care for him, but since he was still well enough to take care of himself he declined. Plus we had a huge house and he would have more privacy. I wasn’t crazy about the situation. Imagine a 14 yr old girl in a house with 2 old men. And he was still uncomfortable around me! After he started getting sicker he moved in with one of the cousins and died shortly after. Most of his money had been used for medical bills but there was still a pretty good amount left. My dad and uncle decided that half should go to the cousin that cared for him and the other half to me. :dubious: So for the last 20 years I’ve suspected he was my father, who knows who my mother was. He had a reputation as a lady’s man.
I don’t look like anybody from my mom’s side of the family, and just a little bit like my dad’s side. And judging by some things that were said to me at my mom’s funeral, I’m almost certain of it.
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