The other day we met three beautiful members of our extended family. Sara, Charlotte and Elvis. They are on our Croation side. Their Grandfather was a cousin to our Grandfather and came from the same little village on Brac where their descendants still life.
We have much to thank Maree for but mostly her dedication to the detail of our family tree and her persistence in tracking these people down. Sara and Charlotte were easy, they came to Mum’s funeral with a cousin to meet us. To rekindle connections long passed of Aunts and Uncles and as we chatted a few weeks later we felt completely at home. It was like we’d met them before and were simply picking up old threads when really we were actually knitting a new blanket to wrap around us while we shared photos and stories.
I was immediately envious as photos came out and I saw they were part of a family of seven, the same as us but six of them were girls! I imagined the shared shoes and clothes, the critique of makeup styles and boyfriends, the tricks and intrigues as they stretched each others life experiences. No doubt there was also fights and tears, ah but these are the intricacies of families that give them depth and richness too.
Charlotte shared her recent trip to Brac and now I’m really getting excited. When I got home the books and maps came out and the appointment made with a travel agent. Tony has already booked for himself, Duane and Lindy. We better get cracking…
Why am I kicking myself? I never got a photo of us all together. Till we meet again my cousins and then hopefully we will snap a photo to remember each other by!