Yea I feel for you. I am on the side of the family that is on the wrong side of the tracks.

Both sets of my grand parents are no longer living. My mothers side of the family whitch are still around will not speak to me or my parental unit. So in affect other than my brothers and there wifes. I have no family.

That all came about when My father, Then the President of a family bussiness fired My ant and uncle after he bought the company. It all went sour some 6 years lator.
Family Grouchs are a bitch. It is sad becouse when he dies. It is going to be a pretty small funaral.

My self and my brothers have had very sparatic contact with them since 86. It is a very long story that I will not bore you with.

Very lonely on thanks giving. But lots of left overs.

My fathers family is a very big mystery. It turns out that during my younger brothers wedding a big family secret was let out of the bag. It turns out that I am Jewish.
Well I guess 25 percent any way. Let me explain.

My grandfather on my fathers side escaped Russia with his family Before World war II His side of the family settled in Ohio. He hooked up with my grandmother who was episcapalian. His family disowned him. We have no contact with them whats so ever. I was raised episcapalian.

This was a big family secret that I did not know any thing about until my uncle Joe on my fathers side of the family told the story during the wedding. That was in 1992. To say my jaw hit the floor is an understatment.
Not that there is any thing wrong with being jewish. Just very suprised. I dont even have a membership card and my dues are way over due.

He was in intersting old bird. He was an MIT graduat a head engineer at Dupoint. After his retirment he was the Comindeer or however it is spelled at the Sarasota Yaht club in Florida.

I was told that he used to make Bath Tub Gin and run with the Floosys during the rouring twentys.

He died when I was age 18. I would have realy liked to get to know him further.


My Grandmother on my mothers Side, Oh my god watch out. Can you say Bitch. Died when she was just turning 90. Smoked until the day she died. 50 percent charikee. Was not afried to tell it like it was and she was sure to tell you all about it.

Her favorite story was her parents were on plymoth rock when the pilgrams landed on it. When my mother was offerd to join the DAR "Daughters of the American" revolution.

Never new them well enough to even consider talking about sex. For well As I knew they were cloned.