Switched after birth
The afternoon is gone. I’ve been down a deep hole of nostalgia, with a stream of the Cowboys Fringants playing in the background. Lots of songs that I recognize, albeit “don’t ask me to translate”; too many words. Good stuff.
Someone posted an obscure genealogy question on one of the threads I follow. Do I know any direct descendants of couple X? And since I recognize the names, I had to do due diligence. Yes, I’m related, but I don’t qualify as a descendant. However… the software package makes it into a trivial exercise to find others that are, and with access to FB, it took only a few minutes to name names and link faces. Now, I have no idea where this will lead for the OP, but I’ve done my part. Just like I would hope that somebody would do for me, in a similar situation. Because cousins.
Actually, a cousin did post an anecdotal statement of fact earlier this week, pointing out the frequency of lefties in our combined trees. Now, it may well be that this is common, but I had to throw in my tale of “changed after birth” that reflects the thinking in place when I was learning to scribble in my scribbler. What was it that provoked so many rural teachers to move the pencil from a comfortable to an uncomfortable grasp? Did they believe this would actually change the world? Oh well.
The “transmission factors” for our new viral menace are being calculated and circulated. Look forward to a lot of fear from those factors.
