my great aunt evelyn passed away back in january.
however.......she has a son in texas, a daughter in panama, a grandson in japan, a grandaughter in alaska and many other family members spread throughout the country, so the funeral wasn't held until just this past month.
anyway.
it all started with my dad's cousin, "dude" (yes this is what we've all called him since forever) he's a junior and his dad turned out to be an asshole right after he was born...... ANYWAY.
my family has skeletons but no closets.
he left a message with his ex wife to tell my dad not to let any of his siblings officiate at the funeral
"my brother is a womanizer" (like dude isn't *rolling my eyes*) "and my sister and her husband are devil worshipers" .....not exactly sure where this accusation comes from, i'm bewildered.
he didn't mention his other sister, but didn't have to.....she's schizophrenic.
anyway, so dad relays the message......basically just informing cousins that there may be trouble at the funeral.
whatever.
anyway.....a few days later we get in the mail an announcement from the devil-worshiping sister that they will be in charge of the funeral......and there will be a powerpoint presentation presented by her husband.
we didn't actually notice this till after the funeral.
which was indeed done in powerpoint
complete with screens such as
OUTLINE
>Definition of Eulogy (for all us backwards hicks that can't even read)
>Definition of Funeral (again.....backwards hicks)
>Birth
>Childhood
>Youthful Fun (including ONE......read me ONE shot of my VERY strait laced aunt with a *GASP* beer in her hand. ......where the power-point presenter.... (i still can't help laughing about the power point for a funeral) blew up the photo HUGE and put a giant red circle around the beer and then mentioned they'd thought of bringing cases of beer to toast her death, but thought the stick in the muds at the funeral may not appreciate that.
(the humour was lost on the audience.....most of whom are very straight laced themselves)
but thought better of it and instead included in the presentation a picture of themselves with beers toasting his mother in law
>Marriage
>Moves (including MAPS of minnesota, washington, iowa.....and including stats like population, growth rates and other such facts.
>Children
>Single Motherhood
>The Invaders (meaning he and the others that married into the family.
>Later Life
>Death
we were also regaled with a (not quite) FULL family tree.
which pointed out that 3 adopted children aren't ACTUALLY considered REALLY part of the family....by these two particular people anyway.
They completely left them off the family tree.
they explained it later that they "had to draw the line somewhere"
i'm left bewildered.
SERIOUSLY. .....the people may not be devil worshipers but they ARE anal retentive.
i was sitting by my dad's sister, we were both getting teary.
they let whoever wanted to say things about her......all of which was delivered MUCH better than the power point presentation.
i couldn't talk....it was too personal.
she'd had a bastard for a husband. she knew what it was like.
every time i saw her she'd grasp my hand with her talons.... (that's what it felt like! *grin*)
and say...you know you have to leave him.
this happened probably ten times.
"why are you still with him?!" (leaving claw marks)
then when i left him... (more claw marks) "i told you he was no good"
*grin* she was a wonderful bat of an old lady.
i didn't feel comfortable sharing this with the whole family of course.
but during the power point presentation there were all kinds of family pictures....including one of my grandma and grandpa. ....i never knew my grandma....my aunt evelyns sister....she died when i was 6 months old......of the fourteen grandkids only four are older than me....i was the last one she ever saw.
but i look JUST like her.
i can point at pictures of her when she died and say "that's what i'm going to look like when i get old"
scary.
but these were the first pictures i'd seen of my grandpa in about 15 YEARS....so that left me teary...... he died when i was 13.
just before the berlin wall came down.
the other thing....my aunt evelyn had a HUGE nose......i mean a BEAK.
it's funny......i'd never seen a picture of her as a child.....but there was NOOOOO mistake whatsoever she even had that nose when she was tiny!
my family isn't just any old family....it's a CLAN.
HUGE.
there are secrets that aren't secret...but no one talks about.
my great grandpa was a child molester. but evelyn wouldn't talk about it.
evelyns husband...the bastard....tried to sell the youngest girl (the one who later developed schizophrenia) to my grandpa for $50. ....the girl had basically been living at my grandparents house as it was....she and my uncle grew up as close as twins.....
my grandpa never forgave himself later in life when he realized what his refusal had meant for her.
he sent her back to live with her own family because "we don't DO that kind of thing in THIS family"
she never forgave him for giving her up either.
my dad grew up in a depression style household in the 60's.
it was a different era.
like they were in a time warp from the people around them.
They were all still in the 30's and 40's....and all the people around them were in the 50's 60's and 70's.
being with my dad's family is still to this day a bizarre experience.
it's so completely colored who i am though.
my cousins and i talk about it.....and how no one but us can understand what it was like growing up with parents that grew up the way they did.
i wish i could convey the things that set them apart from the rest of the world...but there is so much to it.
my dad's family is for the most part a bunch of hillbillies.
not so much now...but growing up......everyone in overalls....including all the kids.
i grew up in overalls.
to my dad it was no big deal to have an outhouse in the back yard.
my parents were hippies.
not because they subscribed to a "hippie commune" way of life.....but because to dad.....
plumbing and electricity were luxuries that weren't really necessary.
it goes one step towards explaining why my mother is so resentful.
she grew up in a stereotypical small town leave it to beaver household.
you did NOT have an outhouse.....you did NOT have kerosene lamps.....
you did NOT have a house made out of plywood.
yes, this is how i grew up.
chasing chickens around the yard.
etc.
my mother was mortified.
anyway....this has gone WAY beyond a funeral post......but...anyway.
now you see a little more behind how i got to be the me i am.



