Dating the man who is now my husband was an adventure in my
own family history.
In the first few weeks, we learned that we were both came
from families with Germanic ancestry. We
are both the oldest children, with only one sibling each. Our mothers were both one of three
sisters. They were both the middle
sister in their families. Their mothers,
our maternal grandmothers, both married men named Henry. Well, a Henry and a Heinrich.
But, it wasn’t until both our maternal grandmothers passed
away - on the same day - that led to us learning some pretty amazing
connections between our families that move past coincidences. (Don’t
worry, this isn’t a sad post…stay with me!)
Driving to my grandmother’s viewing at the funeral home, my
husband’s arm suddenly flung out as he pointed to a street we passed just a few
blocks before arriving at our destination.
“My Opa and Oma lived down that street,” he casually remarked. He was talking about his paternal
grandparents who emigrated here from Russia by way of Germany in the fifties.
Once at my grandmother’s viewing, we mentioned that his
paternal grandparents lived nearby when they were still with us. That prompted a series of questions for the
man that my extended family was still getting know, my then fiancé. We were all surprised when we realized that
my aunt and his father both went to the same high school years ago, right after
he came to this country. The revelations
weren’t over as we also realized that our maternal grandparents must have
belonged to the same Germans from Russia group.
The coincidences had always made us laugh. Somehow, even
though losing our grandmothers on that same day was sad, we not only felt
closer, but also meant to be together. About
nine months later, we were married. And
we like to think our grandmothers are up in heaven chatting it up!
This post is inspired by Sarah McCoy's The Baker's Daughter. In a small Texan town, Reba discovers Elsie's German Bakery and falls in love with more than the pastries. Shes drawn to Elsie's life in Germany during the last year of WWII. Join From Left to Write on August 29 as we discuss The Baker's Daughter. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes. Affiliate links are used.
Coincidences like that amaze me too. It just means you were meant to meet and be together.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story! It goes to show you just how small this world really is!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Kim...that is amazing! I married a man with German/Polish ancestry and I'm Mexican. Let me just say we were NOT meant to be together...lol. I also was an eldest child and he was an only child...again NOT meant to be together. If only love had not gotten in the way :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
What a story!! That's pretty incredible! Meant to be... =)
ReplyDeleteps - thank you for the kind words you left on my post. I appreciate it =)
wow.....you guys are definitely soulmates!!!! That's pretty incredible! Yes, I am sure the grandmas are definitely chatting it up "up there!!!!" xOxO
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