The marriage record of Jonathan Andrus and Amarilla Barnes, dated August 16th, 1871, contains a box where “B” (Bachelor) or “W” (Widower) was to be entered – no other possibilities considered, apparently. Instead of a B or a W in this box, there is an asterisk, and in the space for “Remarks” is found: "In filling up the Schedule after the parties were married it was ascertained that the Bridegroom has a wife living who has forsaken him."
In every life there are events
Perceived as luck or chance;
Some are lengthy, drawn-out times,
Others momentary happenstance.
My great-grandfather wed a Maid,
Their love brought forth a son,
But something caused their vows to break,
Leaving man and boy alone.
He loved again, perhaps of need,
Took Amarilla for his bride,
The Maid’s name in whispers hushed away,
And in time her memory died.
The Maid’s son grew to manhood;
One day he took a wife.
No offspring blessed their union;
No descendants came to life.
From Second Wife my life-line flows,
Had not the Maid forsaken him,
My great-grand’s would not have married.
Then who would write these silly lines?
Who’d trace the family tree?
And would a descendant of the Maid long gone
Have hair of red like me?
Friday, May 26, 2006
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How can I make sense of the world when I can't even make sense of my own family?
Mother and Daughter Phone Conversation:
What are you doing June 18th?
I don’t know, let me check my calendar.
Betsy is coming.
Oh, that’s nice (assuming it’s the Aunt Betsy she always talks about).
Can you babysit?
Are you going to the wedding?
I thought we were talking about June and Betsy.
Jim has to go get her.
In Texas?? (realizing it’s a different Betsy)
Is this conversation backwards?
Followed by Husband and Wife conversation:
I can’t find the vacuum cleaner. Where is the extension cord?
The piece of crap one.
The short gray one?
No, the little one.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. We have several extension cords.
The vacuum cleaner.
Here kitty, kitty, kitty – I need to talk with someone...
Posted by Judy on Monday, May 22, 2006