Monday, April 6, 2009

The British Relatives

I have officially become BFF with my British Relatives and they have invited me out to stay with them, where they will no doubt feed me fish n' chips or bangers n' mash or some other weird sounding food combo.

I actually didn't know that I had British relatives until just a few weeks ago when my mom asked if I want to come along with her to meet them when they were visiting her cousins in Apple Valley. Truth be told, I didn't know she had cousins in Apple Valley either. This is the nature of my Mom's side of the family. It is vast and, for the most part, uncommunicative. (If you are ever looking for the source of my phone phobia, call my mom. Do not wait for her to call you.) This is all complicated by the fact that it's my mom's dad's side of the family and since my grandpa died when my mom was just a kid, that side of the family is a complete mystery to me. So Mom, Katie, Aunt Linda and Shayla and I headed to the desert to find out exactly how we were related to the Brits.

It turns out my mom and British Cousin Jim have the same great grandparents. Finding out how I was related to everyone seemed to be the activity of the night. I said, "Hi I'm Rachel. How are we related," a lot that night because it was basically a house full of strangers. Strangers who fed us really yummy Italian food and turned out to be very lovely and generous people. Seriously, who knew I had such a fun family?

This was a nice reward for driving out to Apple Valley. Because to get to the cousin's house you have to drive 8,000 miles into the desert, then you turn right on a dirt road, swerve around a few yucca trees, and pull into the third house on the left. It was not surprising that the first person we saw as we walked up the drive was my cousin Rick, in a cowboy hat and boots. It completely satiated my need for wilderness living. I was sitting on the back porch and saw something rustling in the brush and that was all I needed.

6 comments:

The Katzbox said...

How COOL!!!! British kin, Italian food, American West, you had it ALL!!! Did you whip out your numchucks for a good dose of Far Eastern whateveritisnumchucksarefareasternfor?

Congratulations on new found family!

the freshmaker *ting said...

apple valley! thats "my home sweet home" i wonder if i know them ... hmmm

ennbee said...

you're a great writer, rachel. :)

Stephanie said...

I have British family, too!! We just saw them a few weeks ago when they came into town to visit other family I didn't know I had in the valley. We live parallel lives, Rachel!

The coolest thing about them? Annie was only four inches shorter than my senior citizen "cousin." Yea for short family!

Gina said...

I had the same experience when I met them a about five years ago. I kept walking around to all these people wondering how on earth I was related to them. Yet, they all act like they're BFFs.

Is the idea of the family being "vast" a fat joke?

Karina & John Calderwood said...

HA! I called Shayla when you were all meeting the aforesaid relatives. She said that she was meeting some family that she didn't know she had and they were British. I was SO confused! Shows how up to date I am on family history.