Blackened Blue Eyes
Well I've had an eye-opening night...
I've found out my Grandad on my dad's side was adopted. I've always known him as Cyril Haywood, but aparently he was born Cecil Wood. His mam was "a bit of a floozy" who left all the kids in the house while she went around the Army barracks and they ended up in care. He was then adopted by his mam's cousin because her 2nd daughter died when she was really young. My "auntie" Millie who was my Grandad Cyril's sister died of gangrene, and had a husband who also died of gangrene. I always thought she was a spinster who died of cancer. I found this out from my uncle who's managed to trace the family tree back to like 1800 or something.
Then I found out my Grandma on my mother's side never lived with her mother because she had a nervous breakdown after losing her husband and baby within two months of each other and lived with a random woman called Polly in Carcroft. She married my grandad after falling pregnant, and got divorced 4 years later. So I have a grandad who I've never met, who my mam doesn't even remember and who has another 3 daughters and a son after my actual auntie and uncle.
I also found out that in Scotland they bury women under their maiden name rather than their married name. Interesting factoid for you there.
And I gave blood today. Go team me! But the woman stabbed me 4 times before she found a vein. Now I have wicked veins, you can hit them without putting a cuff on, so she was clearly inept. I've got a cracking bruise and it's a bit sore. But it was a nice 3/4 off work and hopefully I've saved a life so quids in!
ETA: I want these in my life, KTHXBAI!
I've found out my Grandad on my dad's side was adopted. I've always known him as Cyril Haywood, but aparently he was born Cecil Wood. His mam was "a bit of a floozy" who left all the kids in the house while she went around the Army barracks and they ended up in care. He was then adopted by his mam's cousin because her 2nd daughter died when she was really young. My "auntie" Millie who was my Grandad Cyril's sister died of gangrene, and had a husband who also died of gangrene. I always thought she was a spinster who died of cancer. I found this out from my uncle who's managed to trace the family tree back to like 1800 or something.
Then I found out my Grandma on my mother's side never lived with her mother because she had a nervous breakdown after losing her husband and baby within two months of each other and lived with a random woman called Polly in Carcroft. She married my grandad after falling pregnant, and got divorced 4 years later. So I have a grandad who I've never met, who my mam doesn't even remember and who has another 3 daughters and a son after my actual auntie and uncle.
I also found out that in Scotland they bury women under their maiden name rather than their married name. Interesting factoid for you there.
And I gave blood today. Go team me! But the woman stabbed me 4 times before she found a vein. Now I have wicked veins, you can hit them without putting a cuff on, so she was clearly inept. I've got a cracking bruise and it's a bit sore. But it was a nice 3/4 off work and hopefully I've saved a life so quids in!
ETA: I want these in my life, KTHXBAI!