I spent Sunday over at my grandma's house. We looked at old photo albums. I got to see her wedding album. She was so beautiful and looked so happy. I found out that my grandpa had a gap in his front teeth. I only knew him with false teeth. My grandpa had five brothers, and they were all so handsome. My younger brother, T, doesn't resemble the rest of us kids too much, and I always wondered where he got his looks from. Now I know. He looks SOO much like my grandpa. The exact same eyes and lips. Very strange. My grandpa's father left his family when the boys were still young. His mother had to raise 6 boys alone. She owned a restarant and used to feed hobos that came off the nearby trains. There were old pictures of my grandpa's basketball and baseball teams. He was the tallest by far. A whole head taller than the others. I looked at his old report cards. He was only an average student. His best subject seemed to be history. That reflected in his passion for geneology. He spent the last several years of his life researching his family and my grandma's family. He wasn't too good at english, however, and now we are paying for that. The notes he took for the geneology stuff are not greatly organized. He would write on any scrap of paper that was lying around. There were so many pictures of people, that we weren't sure who they were. I need to go through my albums and label EVERYBODY. Right now, it seems so obvious, and I think how could we forget them? But, you never know. And some of the people I may know, but my kids don't. I also need to go through my memory boxes and get all my papers and report cards and things together in a scrapbook. I found it so neat to go through my grandpa's things. My grandma doesn't have many things from her childhood because when her parents died, her brother came and took everything from the house just for spite.
I found out that my uncle knew his wife since they were little kids. I thought that was so cute. It's too bad they are divorced now. I don't think they were married for long. I can't even remember my her. I bet they split up before I was born. They could have had such a neat story to tell. Oh well.
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