I always talk about Dad's side of the family, but Mom's side has a couple of pretty interesting facts, too.
Mom's grandfather, while living in Charleston, Mass., ran off with the hired girl, leaving behind a wife, a daughter and three sons. My great aunt, (his daughter) and my grandfather, who was just in the 8th grade at the time, had to quit school to help support the family.
A few years later, the old man came back and tried to reunite with his wife. Luckily, she was wise enough to say no. Unluckily, she ran out of the house, into the street, and got run over by horses and a wagon, and died later that afternoon.
Then he disappeard again, and Grampy never heard from the old guy again for over 40 years, when a Whelsh/English relative sent a picture of a long lost cousin around, asking if anyone knew his whereabouts. It was taken in Portland Maine at the turn of the century. The man in the picture turned out to be Gramp's father.
I've since met my Welsh cousin (although, I can't understand a word she says!), and have looked at pictures she has of my ancestors. She's been working on a family tree for several years, and promises to send me a copy, along with some written history, when it's finished.
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