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Received from Thursday Handleigh, London, England via GenHumor mailing list September 22, 1998.

Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!!

From and with kind permission of Sandy Solari - September, 1998

In graveyards I have yet to trod,
in churchyards..Oh so close to God,

Each place a secret to behold,
An Ancestor of mine to unfold.

I will search behind each door,
when I find, my heart will soar,

These kin no longer lost to me,
will sweetly shine upon my tree.

Behind each door I must look,
and open each ancestral book,

transported back in time and space,
ancestors visions, a faded face.

memories buried in someone's past,
these doors shall open to me at last.


I walk along paths alone,
and stumble through shaded pasts.

I search until I'm shown,
a link to me at last.

Buried in ages gone by,
lost in time and space.

And I constantly ask why,
They've left without a trace.

Was life so insignificant,
I'd hate to think this true.

Is your life truly unspent,
without any memory of you.

Are you just a block of stone
in a cemetery somewhere?

Only a name and date is shown,
and no one seems to care.

Flowers no longer bloom,
by the graveside where you rest.

And there is no more room,
for future kin to nest.

But I shall search and find,
and seek your faceless name.

For you are one of a kind,
My surname is your fame.


If we hunted and traced right down til the end,
and searched each corner and around each bend,

till our search is finally over and done,
would you not find you're Eve's daughter and Adam's son?

Deuduction would lead me to believe,
this would lead directly to Adam and Eve.

So the tree I'm building will not start with me,
#1 is Adam & Eve on my Ancestral Tree

I have to wonder how far I'll get,
but all you folks there's no need to fret,

for I've deduced you're a brother and sister of mine,
branching from life's Ancestral vine.

My hunt and search must be over and done,
for I have found Eve's daughter and Adam's son.


Ancestors of so long ago,
I'll search until I find.

Till I can prove and clearly show,
that you are truly mine.

I'll follow behind your trail of tears,
the hidden footprints of time.

Covered and buried throughout the years,
and continue each mountain to climb.

I'll search every faraway seaside shore,
and every valley below.

I'll unlock each and every door,
as my own teardrops flow.

I'll unearth the buried History of you,
and your own Ancestral kin,

I'll search for that all important clue,
and open my heart to let you in.

Last Update: 1 Dez, 1998

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