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Post by spaniardx on Apr 16, 2021 17:09:03 GMT -5
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Post by vitugglan on Apr 16, 2021 18:57:17 GMT -5
Oh. Yeah, that's a problem. Nice they found out before having kids. Now, a cousin of some sort, more my mom's age, had been married about ten years and she was sitting with her MiL and came out with some phrase that's been in the family for ages. Her MiL said, 'where'd you hear that?' and she told her that it was a family thing. Turns out she and her husband were something like third cousins but they never knew each other because his family had moved 'out west'. Third cousin isn't a big deal, and from what I hear, neither is second cousin. However. In the girl in the article's situation, where they can't trace anything because of adoption, they could be as closely related as half-cousins. I doubt it would make a material difference, but they do share a lot of DNA, so better to skip. If they both carry some recessive bad gene, kids could be a problem.
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Post by spaniardx on Apr 17, 2021 4:28:54 GMT -5
When I married hubby, I became "double treed" to a rather unpleasant "Sister Bertha Better Than Thou". Her father was my paternal grandfather's brother (I think that's the connection so she's at "two removes") and she was hubby's Aunt because she married one of his father's brothers. And, talk about two people who deserved each other... "Sister Bertha Better than Thou" had the same first name as her hubby. Only the feminine version. Piece of work, the pair of them.
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Post by vitugglan on Apr 17, 2021 9:07:49 GMT -5
"Where go you Gaius there go I Gaia." Old Roman wedding vow. At least you're only singly related to "Sister Bertha Better Than Thou". She might be married in but she isn't blood kin on that side. You can avoid her, right? None of this family barbecue nonsense? If it were I (<-- actually proper but really odd-sounding) I'd avoid any event that included them unless there were a large enough crowd to effectively never set eyes on her.
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Post by spaniardx on Apr 18, 2021 5:58:35 GMT -5
Even when we were going to family events, we managed to avoid the pair of them. I think she was the one that queried hubby's paternal grandmother with this one:
"When you die, can I have this?" and pointed to whatever it was she was lusting after. Of course, no worries about running into them now. No big family events for almost 20 years. Plus, all those of that generation are gone.
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Post by vitugglan on Apr 18, 2021 8:40:12 GMT -5
Some stupid 'evangelist' my step-father knew asked to have his collection of Welsh mining lamps. When step-father died, this jerk was in Australia, I think, or somewhere not the US. On the night of his funeral, this jerk phoned someone in the parents' church at midnight and asked them to come over to my mom's and ask for those lamps. At midnight. Midnight. People who do that are the lowest of the low. If I could remember the guy's name other than it was Roberts or something like that, I'd warn you never to attend one of his meetings. People like that can't be trusted and are only out for themselves. If his God exists, I expect this jerk to be tossed unceremoniously into the deepest, dankest pit of Hell.
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