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oh you're sooooo right. I just love true stories.. Family stories.. I really don't have many memories of the family in the live sense.. I was the youngest, and everything seemed to happen before my time.

I have family in England that I've never met, and even family in Gloucester, Ma. that I don't know. I knew all my Aunts and Uncles on my mothers side, and they were all hot sh!its.. My fathers side was a brother and sister only. She was a riot, and he was a pain in the ass, along with his wife. Very wealthy and very cheap and greedy..

I have very faint memories of my fathers mother. She was an old crone.. lol, and I remember her always sitting in a chair by my Mom's stove to stay warm....
I will have to delve into my memories..

For some reason, I have a remarkable memory for family happenings...I dont know why it is...many family members will call me up, wanting to know this or that fact...I can remember 30 yrs ago, events that took place, who was there, who wore what, who said what, what we had for dinner, etc. etc....

Also my dad was a tremendous talker, and often told us over and over again, all the family stories...often when dad wanted to go fishing, he would pack us all up, with the tent, and we would spend the weekends fishing and camping, and cooking out...

And always the campfire...thats always when we asked dad to tell us about the family...and he spun his stories, and we were really enthralled with the whole thing...of course, having such lively and odd family members is what actually made the stories so grand...

But with my really good memory for all family happenings, and having dads stories firmly burned into my mind, I just am able to somehow keep my weird old family alive...

When I call my aunt Helen(my dads sister) down in California, we always exchange the new and current news of our families...and then we always lapse into telling each other the old stories of the family...

Sometimes we are both hysterical on the phone, because these stories are so funny and we are both laughing so hard...As my aunt Helen says when she is referring to her and my dads relatives..."They were all nuts" And then she adds, that she and my dad and I have not fallen too far from that nutty tree...