In the early days of the twentieth century, a gentleman named Charlie (unusually, for the time, he really was christened Charlie, not Charles) got married. He married Emily and they lived normally ever after. They had five children and, though Charlie died relatively young, Emily lived to her mid-nineties
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My mother's family is rather similar. There were something like nine children in my grandmother's generation (more or less, with the usual secret family shames) so I used to have a passel o' great-aunts. But the extended family have drifted apart. My Auntie Belle was the only one who kept track of the branches, and she died years ago.
Then again, family's never mattered to me much, what with having grown up hundreds of miles from most of it, and only seeing cousins and grandparents and suchlike once a year. And I don't really feel the poorer for it.
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I would also say that family's not hugely important to me - or to my parents. (My mum wrote, in her LJ post on this gathering, that "Friends have been far more use and support in times of crisis.")
However, I'll admit to curiosity about the bits that there are, and it's nice to find that they're not all idiots.
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By contrast, one of my mother's cousin's generation was telling me that she'd wanted to call her daughter Elizabeth, but felt it was already "taken" :)
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