A week ago, I wrote about my mother's birthday and a Christmas tie given to me by a delightful WCS second grader named Cana. In my story, I noted how Mom was from Nashville, Arkansas and her maiden name was Chesshir. The next day, Cana's mother, Rachel, who teaches with me, e-mailed and told me her best friend's mother was from Nashville, Arkansas and her maiden name was also Chesshir. I turned to my Aunt Jerry and Uncle Jack, our family genealogists. They sent a chart with who was related to who and it turns out, I am related to Rachel's best friend. Her grandfather and my grandfather were first cousins and even had the same name, Jord Chesshir. They were differentiated in almost a Biblical way. (Remember Saul of Tarsus and Joseph of Arimithea?) Her grandfather was referred to as Jord Chesshir on the Bayou (Blue Bayou) and my grandpa was called Jord Chesshir at Corinth. Since Cana calls her mother's best friend her aunt and I am the cousin of that same lady, I guess that makes me a relative of Cana's family! Due to the lateness of the discovery of kin, there was not sufficient time for me to get my name entered for the drawing for Christmas presents. As we very minimally bi-lingual Texans would say, "La próxima Navidad!'' ("Next Christmas!")
Applicable quote of the day:
''People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors."
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