So where's the snow?

Muddling through life from Austria to Wales; God, life and a small black dog



Our family has long told tales about things, like how my maternal Grandparents were both born in Athlone in Ireland, a few miles apart. Only one family was a Catholic family, the other part of the English army that was based there at the time and Protestant! Other tales have proved true too.

I’ve also known we have a Welsh connection, but the people to ask are long gone. I was hoping I could track down a cousin Jill, last seen at my Grandmother’s funeral in 1984. Then by chance, while looking for something else, I found a little card, noting the death of my Great Grandmother, who is buried in Cardiff.

So that got me on one of the big websites, to find my Grandmother had two sisters, one disappeared to the US and I think the other committed suicide. So no relatives on that side. I looked up our Winchester relatives, but with so many siblings on my Grandfather’s side, soon gave up. I’ll have to brag to people here that my Great Grandparents are buried here and not tell them they’re Irish!!!!!

But I’ve made a few wonderful contacts, and we are swapping things. But suddenly, the whole thing, most oddly, is just reeking of death to me. All these people are long gone and no relevance to me. I need to walk away and get on with my current writing projects.