Wednesday, December 9, 2015
A welcome visit
I was pleased today to receive a visit from Martin C**, a relative on my mother's side. As far as I can figure he is my second cousin. And he looked in good form. He is a good-looking blue-eyed and good humoured man in the prime of his life. He even has hair. I have some but he has more.
I got my brother to come along as he is the one who is up with our family genealogy. Martin has done heaps in that direction so I needed help with that.
I was amused to find that Martin is like most of my relatives -- very conservative, I am not going to dob him in but what once was said of Syngman Rhee (who was he?) is roughly true of Martin: "He is so far Right that he is almost out of sight". My brother and my son are similar so Martin was in congenial company. It's a pity he does not live in Brisbane normally. He would be a fun guest on many occasions. I would like to hear him talk to some Leftists. They wouldn't believe their ears.
He lives in the far North, where I come from. And views such as his or mine are perfectly mainstream there. I suspect that my surviving sister, Mrs. Smith (Yes. That really is her name), might think that way too. I know she loathes Arabs. She lived in Saudi for a couple of years, while her husband was working there, so experienced first-hand the disgusting way Arabs treat women.
Martin very kindly brought with him a selection of the photographic treasures he has discovered. Below is one of old Paulina, when she was working as a maid in England. She was my great-grandmother on my mother's side.
Another very rare picture below -- of old Joe, Paulina's husband. We have quite a few pictures of him but this is unique. It shows him as a boy with HIS father.
Note the sharp shoes on the father. And note his confident stance. A man of fashion? My father was "a bit of a lair" in his youth