| 1:14a |
'lo. I'm on my way to bed, but I felt I should inform you all that I am three degrees from Queen Victoria. It was mentioned in passing, like I wouldn't find this infinitely more interesting than... I can't even remember what else we were talking about at the time but it probably involved canadian history (thanks, doc), at supper the other day.
Turns out my great great grandmother met Queen Victoria. G.G.Grandma was landed gentry and probably presented to her. Now, I knew her daughter (my great grandmother) who was a lovely lady with raspberry bushes that I would frolic around so I didn't have to listen to my mom talk about shoes or whatever it is she talked about with my great grandma when I was five. Anyway, later she died and for unrelated reasons I threw a pony at my mom's head. I have no idea why, to this day, but thankfully it didn't start off a trend of me trying to give my mother a head injury anytime one of her loved ones died. I did, however, lose that pony for a week and it was my favourite. I was six.
I knew stories about my great great before now, but mostly as a vague notion of an upperclass lady who from England to here in Canada would spend her time with her friends out sipping from their teacups and watching people go by. They did this until they were very very old. Said teacups were filled with gin and they were roaring drunk and thought no one knew.
That was my great great grandmother.
Kay, going to bed now. Ta. |