Our family history is an interesting one. I have had people ask me all my life how to pronounce my name, first and last. I really don’t mind. It is a natural circumstance, when born into a family with mixed nationalities to always have questions to answer throughout life.
The most fascinating part of the story is the unlikely yet divinely matched marriage between my mother (from Wyoming), and my Armenian father. What a great mix of blood. There is a magnetic foundation by which the body attracts its mate. This attraction has been explained in many ways, but I like this explanation the most; that these attractions occur from a desire for certain offspring. It is as though a person’s body is sensing, smelling, surmising from its partner what progeny would flow from their union.
Sound a little corny, perhaps, although the union of my mother and father was nothing but a heavenly match. Together they brought forth 10 children, all as outspoken as themselves. The story goes that my father wanted a son, loved all children but wanted at least one son. They started out with 5 girls, then had their first boy, my brother. I followed immediately after him, per the prayers of my mother, and then my three younger sisters were the last to follow.
Ten children fighting, playing, eating, and messing up a house. Amazing that they made it through. I am thankful for that upbringing. It is delightful to have a large family, even during the craziness of family reunions, celebrations and events bring together the 60 living grandchildren. What a great and hilarious spectacle…! More great stories will follow, but thank goodness for family, and for their spouses (our in-laws) that endure it with us!
I am thankful everyday for the in-laws which we have been blessed with, which take and have constantly cared for my siblings over the many years in the past. I am so very thankful for you.