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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

oy vey

I went to the cemetery where my grandparents are buried last weekend. My grandfather's last name is fairly common, and I wasn't sure of the spelling of the last name... Mc or Mac... so the woman helping me had no luck in searching through the records of their 100 acres. If I knew my grandfather's middle name, and the sure spelling of their last name that would have helped. I then remembered that my grandmother had remarried after my grandfather's death... and I had no idea what her new last name had been.

On the way home, it came to me, although not with any certainty. A name just popped into my head and when I talked to my mom later that night, it turned out I was right.

I felt like I shocked and upset my mom by going to the cemetery. I could have lied and said I was putting together a family tree... but I told the flat-out truth. That I went to the cemetery because I wanted to see where they were buried. And her reaction was "Jesus Christ ... !" So then I ploughed ahead trying to explain why I wanted to see, and I think maybe she understood at the end.

But I think it still hurts her to bring this stuff up because there was a feud and then a rift and basically it was my mom and her mom vs. my grandfather's side of the family AND my grandmother's side of the family. I would have done the same had I been in my mom's position, but I can only imagine how painful it must have been. The same attitude has filtered down through the generations, I found when I went to college and was in the same program as my mom's cousin's daughter. She had some unflattering things to say about my grandmother when I asked her about Uncle H a number of years ago.

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Back to my conversation with my mom, she also said, "While I'm alive, it would really offend me if you tried to contact Uncle H".

So I said, "I wouldn't."

Sigh.

I did get the proper spelling of my grandfather's last name and his middle name. And I found out that my grandfather's parents are also buried in that cemetery and they used to live HERE!

I really need to get the story straight of how my grandmother and my grandfather met.

And I don't think I'll go back to the cemetery until after I'm back from next week's visit. I think that'd make things out there simpler all around.

3 comments:

Phil Plasma said...

You make me realize how I take it for granted that I have all of my family still talking to each other. Good luck with this...

ghost said...

i dont know if maybe i missed this in a previous post, but what the hell happened thats got you family hating on dead relatives? if its none of my business, i'll understand.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Phil. Enjoy your extended family! :)

ghost: answers are on their way.