I’ve often speculated just how many people we know are actually our blood relatives and we will never know.
My second husband turned out to my 6th cousin, our mutual ancestors being Francis Hunt and Rose Anne McGuiness. The two HUNT brothers and families arrived in New South Wales in 1839 and then got on another boat to Melbourne. I recently made a post about Edward GRIFFITHS and Julia HUNT, grand-daughter of Francis and Rose. They first lived at Allendale before moving to the Glenorchy area (Victoria).
I have messed about tracing their children, as a couple of sons have missing details in my data base. I noted how I had recently found John Edward in Balranald. I have followed that line down to the present day and one of the daughters married in 1931, had children and moved to Bendigo.
So, today, I discover a new 3rd cousin, once removed, who lives locally with his lovely wife. For years, at most Christmas times, we clean their windows. This always includes cake, sandwiches, cold drinks, tea and coffee and laughter as we have an annual wrap up the year conversation. We do not indulge in this sort of behaviour with anyone else, won’t even sit down for a cuppa, just keep working and get out of there.
And, of course, my husband is also a blood relative, but that one will be harder to work out. Oh, and the discovery explains why this new cousin reminds me so much of my dear late Uncle Keith!
It’s a small world. [cliché alert!]
(106 F degrees, in the old language, outside in the shade)