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This is being written on the Fourth of July which Chuck, Adele and I celebrated with a picnic lunch.
They've left to see a movie, The Transformers. I remember when when transformers were a big deal to Chuck’s brother and sister. I decided to miss an encore performance.
We had a good time, being aware that they will be leaving soon to start a new life in Florida. The family structure is definitely breaking up.
Katie, Adele’s daughter is rapidly establishing a new life in southern California. She graduated from UMO in May, then took off with her girl roommate, each driving a car. When they got to Denver they left her friend’s car with her parents then drove together the rest of the way to San Diego.
I didn’t really breathe properly until they reached their destination safely. She had applied for a job before she left Maine and was promptly hired using her skills as a portrait painter, photographer, all of which she had studied in college. The salary is California scale, about four times as much as she has ever earned before.
She is very happy, scuba diving, learning to surf and sky diving. The best part is, she loves her job and the people with whom she works and has found a beautiful place to live. I think it’s wonderful and am very happy for her, even though she’ll be missed. Now, I can only hope that things work out as well for Adele and Chuck.
The three of us spent some time talking about family matters. Chuck is particularly interested in learning about my relatives, so I was telling him what little I knew about my mother’s extensive Welsh family. Particularly some of the skeletons in their closets.
I suppose some families have more secrets than others. I neither knew nor cared very much until I began to notice some small oddities. For instance, why were Mama’s Aunt Cabot and her daughter Ethel so very wealthy? I never found out until I was about 17. It seems that my Aunt was personal secretary to one of the very prominent and rich Cabots and Ethel was the result of their affair. He, being a very proper New England gentleman did the right thing and the result was the apparent luxurious life enjoyed by my Aunt and second cousin.
Chuck thought it was a great story. I hadn’t thought about it for years, but I remember my reaction which hasn’t changed. The poor man, both my Aunt and Ethel were a pair of snobby, ugly cows. I wish I had known the whole story when they were lording it over my mothers tea table.
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