The rare "once in a blue moon" we hear of...and this year it falls in conjunction with the new year, a rarity to be sure, it happens only every 19 years or so. I wonder if that is why I am thinking more than I usually do about my history? Maybe it is just the coming of the new year...or perhaps it is because this year marks the year I will turn 50?
This is my past...My Great-Grandmother Pearl and Great-Grandfather Oscar. They came to the United States from Italy, through Ellis Island as a young couple. These are four of their 10 children, the one in the center, between them is my Grandmother, Erma. Pearl died when she was only 32, from "blood poisoning". She fell while hailing a taxi and a rusty tack broke her skin next to her knee. It still baffles me to think that an infection we wouldn't think twice about now took her life. My Grandmother was only ten when she lost her mother.
They are the family I inherited from my Mother...
This is also my past. My Great-Grandfather Logan, and my Great-Grandmother Emma. Their histories go back to Ireland and England. He was a giant, stood 6' 4", she...not so much, topping out at close to five feet. Logan and Emma came to Kentucky from Virginia, settling in an area they called "Pine Grove". The roots that my Great-Grandmother gave me run deep...all the way back to the beginning of America and the Mayflower. Her fore bearers, and thus mine, fought at Yorktown with Washington.
They are the family I inherited from my Father.
Somehow, in that bigger picture we all hear about, all of these genes got put into a shaker and I was one of the results. I have the "Murphy" nose right down to the hump on the bridge, and the longer and more narrow face of my father's side. The fact that it veers slightly to my left is the fault of a softball, not genes. The pale skin and red hair of the Irish handed down on that side. But I have the deep brown eyes of my Grandmother Pearl...and I think maybe the lips of my Grandfather Oscar...sans moustache...but what a moustache it was eh? Luckily, while the Irish in me gives me a pale skin that burns readily, the Italian seems to have allowed me the blessing of not freckling. The fire and passion that dwells within me for all that I love I am certain is Italian...as is my habit of "talking with my hands"...and maybe my penchant for a good pasta and a fine red wine.
I tossed my own genes in the pool and the two on the left came on the scene...The Little One got all the vertical challenge of the women on both sides of her family, along with the heart shaped face of her Father's side. She has my Grandmother's eyes, and my Mother's smile...and the stubbornness of her Grandmother Jett...on her Daddy's side of course. The Big One, he got the height of Logan, and all the men on his Dad's side, but he got the shape of my face and the Murphy nose...I'm not sure who in her family my Bonus One looks like..but I am sure we will learn so much more about that as time goes forward. In mine, I see their history, and mine...along with all the possibilities of the future.
One day they may choose to toss their genes in the pool as well and the children that result will add to the beauty and uniqueness of this world...they will hear about their history, and eventually be a part of writing the history for future generations...and life will continue under that great big old Blue Moon...into this New Year and countless more to come...
(Please remember that these are MY family, and are precious to me. No rights are given for these photos to be used by anyone other than myself...I do hope you will respect that.)