My wife's uncle is getting older, and is setting much of her family's history on the web, which is really a fascinating (and quite sad, too, her uncle Emile murdered in the death camps.) Her great aunt Helene, who was quite the character, just passed away a little over a year ago at the ripe old age of 105, and she has two other aunts at or nearing 100, so I guess I know who is going to oulive whom.

The Oncle Marcel and Tatie Rose in the stories are my wife's grandparents, her grandmother Rose and I being quite close; in her later years she was afflicted by alzheimer and often mixed me up with my father-in-law. She probably told me enough stories about the war, going South, life in Nice and then in Sclos de Conte in the hills, to fill a book which, between my wife and I and some of the other things her ucle Robert recently sent to us, we may actually do. Rose passed away about ten years ago.

My family pictures and all that are not out on the web yet though a few "famous" family members sort of are; they're all over the place, close family in France, Belgium, Ireland, Canada and the US. Happily, nothing in my family history comes close to comparing to my wife's family history, and her close relatives are even more widespread, due to circumstances, than my own, in France of course, but also Peru, Uruguay, Argentina, Canada, the US, Israel, Poland (she has an uncle who was an actual Lublin Pole who was a judge in post-war Poland, I never met him but know his kids quite well; he has since passed away as well), Denmark, Italy, Colombia and Switzerland, all of whom she and her family regularly see and/or correspond.

If we think we live in crazier times, we have but to look at what preceded us by a mere few decades.
 

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