I never really knew much about
the maternal side of my family. The theory being: because my grandmother became a single (unwed) mother during the middle of the great Depression of the 1930s, her child was not greatly welcomed into the bosom of home and hearth. Perhaps this is only the story that I have told myself in order to understand why there was such an absence of connection on the part of my mother’s relatives. Thanks to geneology sites that use DNA as a piece of the puzzle, more and more people are being linked up with branches of their family tree. Most recently I discovered a cousin in Manitoba. My grandmother happened to be this individual’s aunt. This second cousin did not know much about her aunt, possibly for the same reasons that I didn’t know about her as a cousin. My grandmother had many siblings that I had no knowledge of whatsoever. Family secrets. Skeletons carefully sequestered away. So to make a long story short, I am being given an opportunity to fill in some gaps, and get to know a new family member. An opportunity to feel less alone on a planet that is increasingly isolated.