Today after we cleaned and winterized the motorhome and parked it, we decided to take a few minutes sit outside and relax a bit. Well my mind is always going and next thing I know I'm knee deep in Joe's family while he troubleshoots some work issues. And then it happened.
I was so confused it was pathetic. My head hurt.
Mallet. The Malley, different strain but related. Then I found a photo online that had to be entered.
Well. These people must have had no heat through the winter cause most had 11+ kids each!
I have cousins. I can name them.
That's it. All of them. One deceased so now only six remain. I doubt I'll ever truly know my husband's family. I hope the next reunion plans to have everyone wear name tags. I leave you with a photo of Joe's maternal grandfather Adelard Doiron, a gentleman I had the pleasure of meeting several times before he passed. Family, gotta love 'em!