Somewhere
I have at least one of those frilly old valentines, but that will have to wait
until next year. Or longer. I had no idea whether there were any Valentine's
Day weddings in my family. Turns out there was only one, a many
greats granduncle. Altogether, I found 105
people in my tree that were married in February. That's right, 105. My
great great grandfather, Michael McDonnell married both of his wives in
February. Then I discovered that there were 190 birthdays in February. Only three
were on the 14th and the closest turned out to be a 1c3r. I started thinking
about close family. My great grandmother Bridget was born on February 8th, my brother
and one of his nieces on the 9th, great
grandmother Bessie on the 11th. My mother was born on February 12th, my sister-in-law
on the 13th, my grandmother Laura on the 19th, and great aunt Edna on the 20th.
Looks like we have a theme going on here, but no Valentine's Day births. When
my mom was born, my grandmother was definitely not thinking of Valentine’s Day.
She considered giving my mother the middle name “Lincoln.” I wish she had. In
the end, she didn’t give her one at all.
It occurred
to me that perhaps I should look to see how many births there were in November,
the possible result of the previous Valentine's Day, but that's for another
post. Maybe...

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