over thanksgiving, we decided it was time to meet the long lost half of the family. so we get together for the first time in over thirty years with my grandfather’s sister and her kids.
it was pretty cool, cause they live in boulder, so mel and i can go see them if we want. Aunt Sue is still pretty with it, and she told some cool stories about the family.
for the record, we are actually irish.
those of us at the end of the table couldnt really hear, so we got daddy talking later about family stories too.
and evidently, after my great uncle got into a bad car wreck when he was young (about 25, we think), he was taken to a catholic hospital. he was a mason, and they refused to treat him.
according to the story, he died in the hall, and when my grandad was asking what had happened, the nun said “its a shame he’s going to hell.”
so he hit her.
whether that part is true, daddy doesnt know either. but its a good story.
my grandfather punched a nun.