I’m not sure about my family skeleton- we’ve only just begun to wonder…
My Grandparents divorced when my mother was a toddler, (scandalous enough for the late 50s), and my Grandmother remarried someone I’ll call John because that was his name, and went on to have another daughter (who killed herself about a week before my 21st), leaving my Grandpa to look after my Mum and my Aunt.
Except… last year, my Grandad died, and my mother’s been sorting out the house. Grandpa was the sort of person who kept every single bit of correspondence he ever got: he had the original quotes for the house, from when he bought it in the early 60s; bills dating back to the time he left home; masses and masses of paperwork, including his wedding certificate.
Oddly though, there was no record anywhere of his divorce papers, which in those days, would have been complicated indeed. My Mum searched all over, and nope.
She then did a bit of asking around the older relatives, and found that- though everyone was told there had been a wedding, no-one had actually been invited. Even her pretty non-judgemental brother.
John, incidently, was a paranoid nutter, who did things like leave his son-in-law as the executor of his estate, but also leave strict instructions for the doctor not to inform said son-in-law in the case of his death, in case he absconded with all the loot. He also nailed up his letter-box, and made the neighbour open all his mail, in case someone sent him a letter bomb. I really would not be surprised at any idea he’d come up with.
My Grandmother’s now in a home, and decidedly senile, after John died the year before last. Apparantly, before he died, she’d been telling the nurses, when they said John was coming to visit, that she ‘didn’t have a husband’ and that she’d ‘left him’. Grandpa did occasionally refer to her as his wife, but then he never re-married.
Was my Grandmother a bigamist? Did she even marry John? I don’t know if I’ll ever find out…
Anyway, back to the scheduled Mumping.
It was actually sunny today! First time in weeks, after it was so horribly wet and windy yesterday that I didn’t even bother getting dressed until 6pm. Went down to my allotment to find no storm damage at all- it was muddy as all hell, but no branches down, and nothing had blown away- which is nice. I was expecting chaos, as there’s little branches down all over the street, and friends have had tiles blowing off the roof.
My housemate’s back tonight, and I’m pickin’ her up from the bus station at midnight, ‘cos I’m nice. Well, that and I’m going to juggling club and the pub we go to afterwards has kickin’ out time around then, so I’ll be drivin’ round town anyway