Yesterday I received an email from my cousin Wendy in the UK who had just read my blog. I was so chuffed to receive it and I remembered how I grew up thinking I had no cousins at all. (My mother being an only child and my father’s brother being a bachelor.) (See ice creams page 94) I counted the most direct cousins I know about and there are seven of them. Wendy, Peter, Liz, Ann, Jane, Michael and Colin. I went to bed thinking that there was a much simpler relationship here. Sure they are related back to my great grandmother and therefore my second third or fourth cousins, (I’m never too sure which it is.) It all seems so obscure. There had to be a more direct link than that. In the night it dawned on me, I got up and wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. The common denominator that links us together like a bunch of helium balloons tied to a gossamer thread, fragile, but still strong enough to hold is.:- .our grandmother’s were all sisters. I know I’m a little ‘potty’ but I love that, I feel so much closer to them all.
Family is so special, if you have been out of touch with yours lately; you know what to do.