Thursday, June 13, 2013

Imbreds of the South Pacific.

If you take my street, as an example, there are 41 houses on it.
Houses 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 15, 16, 18, 19, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 32, 33, 34, 37, 38, 39 and 40 are relations - as in, go back a few generations and we share the same great-great grandparents.

Here's another example.
My next door neighbors on both sides, their grandmothers were sisters. Those two sisters are first cousins to my grandmother. A house over, heading south, is an Uncle who's Dad is first cousins with the two neighbors grandmothers and my grandmother. Head back towards the chapel and you have a cousin who's grandmother is first cousins with my grandmother. Right next door to her is my first cousin - his dad and my mum are siblings. Two houses behind him is my mother, next door to my mother is my grandmother and behind her is my brother.

Imbreds isn't the right word because most of us married outside of the square (some of us didn't, so the hills have some eyes), but it's kinda nice that we're all here. It takes a funeral around here to know who your extended family are and it's pretty interesting thinking, 'I almost dated that guy and we, unknowingly, have the same great grandparents'.

I shudder to imagine the state of the gene pool had man not invented airplanes and boats.

... and I hear helicopters out. It's hovering over a house that none of my family reside in, thankfully, and hovering so low it can be one or two reasons.
Looking for drugs or flying a helicopter practise.

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