Ninety years ago, my great-grandparents were born. The roaring twenties. (Right?) They lived through the great-depression, World War Two, the Civil Rights movements, and so much more. When I was 11, my great-grandmother (my namesake) died of breast-cancer. I've written about her before, and how much I loved her and still revere her.
But this weekend was a celebration of her other-half. My great-grandpa Jim celebrated his 90th birthday. Wrap your heads around the fact that this man is the Great- Great Grandfather of my children.
That's FIVE generations, people!
The picture on the left is Micah, Grandpa, and Grey. The picture on the right is my Great-grandpa Jim, his daughter, my Grandma Marcie, my mother (her daughter) Polly, and the boys and me. Five generations.
It's pretty amazing to believe, especially considering the fact each generation belongs to happily married (although very young) parents.
Growing up, many of my mom's cousins were my age or younger. Some of my mom's aunts and uncles were her age or younger. Now, I still have first cousins being born (younger than my kids) and my mom's cousins are starting middle school.
So make things less confusing, as a kid we just called everyone older than us "aunt" and "uncle" or "grandpa" and "grandma," and everyone that was our age (or my parents age) was our "cousin."
It was been a confusing web of family relations for Travis to try and unravel and make sense of. But oh! It's been so fun this week to see all my cousins and all my grandparents and aunts and uncles.
I've been called "Polly" (my mother's name), at least as often as I've been called by my own name.
There are a lot more pictures and videos to sort through from this weekend, but these three are some of my very favorites.
My "cousin" Jonathan made this lovely video for the party. It really is just a montage of photos from my grandpa's life, but it's pretty amazing to see the times change and love in a family. I would recommend watching it, even if you're not related to me. And if you are related to me and you haven't seen this yet: prepare for tears.
Ah, it's good to be back, blog.