Excusing the past

Hello!

Tuesday folks, make it count out there….

So yesterday between my dreams, my hope, my gibberish, I had time to snoop around and find information for my family tree…I finally used Ancestry.com to look around for anything that they might have. Well good old luck was on my side….

Remember the story about mt great-grandfather having left my great-grandmother and how he became the father of my cousin’s grandmother?? Yeah, I know: an :Uh?” moment indeed! But it's not important to the story here, for that matter it's not important to you or me; the point is that my great one was right! I too would have probably ditch the b…er.. looks are not important in life people…sorry great-grandmother, but you didn’t look that good….if the US immigration services is right.  I found her border crossing card dated from 1918; makes perfect sense since my mother said that my grandfather use to haul meat trays for the lover, the sex slave, the "I want you to change my diaper" girl (It's OK, I'm not related to her. I can fantasize here...)....my grandfather was 13 years old, my mother claimed that he was 15… sooo she (my mother) nailed it! Also, she died in San Francisco, the year my mother claims….. Below is her pic and you tell me that she’s 45 in that photo…maybe I am missing a screw somewhere…

My great-grandmother 45 years of age...and I'm Will Smith..

The sex slave pf my new found hero

Take care folks!

PS if you tell my mother I will deny it....