My dad recently reminded me that my grandfather's cousin was Lefty Frizzell.
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My parents were second cousins. That is enough to explain all of my peculiarities.
My dad was the funniest guy I ever knew.
Roy Acuff's from Maynardville, and that's where a lot of my family's from. So he's, I've been told, a distant cousin, as well.
Once, I went speeding past an old couple and smiled as I imagined their conversation: him grumbling about me and her telling him not to be such an old grouch. Then, suddenly I was in tears, thinking, 'I'll never get to be a grumpy old grandpa!'
My mother left my father in their late 60s.
It's funny, you know, growing up, you are always introduced to people as your uncle this or your aunt that or your cousin this. By the time I was in my 20s, I had no idea who I actually was or wasn't related to. It's kind of a running joke in the family.
I'm a grandfather now.
My dad lived till he was 78, my mum was in her 80s, and I've got two uncles who are in their 90s now.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
My real father died when I was two years old, so I never knew him. He was a barber in Chicago.
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