There is a funeral today for my great great Aunt Inez. I won't be attending the service as it's not local to me, and I don't know if I ever actually met Inez. If I did, I was very young. I would imagine that she would have been one of many at my great grandparent's funerals, but of course - I would have been too young to remember.
She is, however, a part of my family's history. A part that we enjoy reflecting on and marveling about.
For my great great aunt Inez was one of 23 children, 18 of whom survived infancy. Besides those siblings mentioned in the obituary there were also
Maria Aliisa 1897-1897
Onni Armas 1901-1901
and Sulo Reino 1919-1919 (Sulo lived for 3 months)
Top: Eino, Ensio, John, Donald, Waino
Middle: Herman, Erma, Hannah, Henry, Mary, Albert, Alma
Front: Aileen, Edna, Wesley, Leona, Verna, Inez, Edwin
Ensio was my Papa, my grandma's father. He died when I was just shy of seven. I have a few memories of my Papa - all of which bring a smile to my face.
Top Row: Toivo Ensio, Eino, John, Albert, Donald, Waino, Herman
Middle Row: Alma, Saima, Mother Mary, Inez, Father Henry, Hannah, Erma
Front Row: Wesley, Aileen, Leona, Verna, Edna, Edwin
Like this: If you look at the date that Maria was born/died - 1897, and you consider that Inez died this week in 2009 - you'll realize that these two sisters died 112 years apart. I think that's positively amazing. 112 years! (Maria died nearly 20 years before Inez was born)
December 8, 1942
Golden Wedding Anniversary
Top: Eino (40), Donald (44), Albert (48), John (46), Edwin (30), Waino (39), Wesley (27)
Middle: Herman (38), Alma (33), Verna (29), Hannah (45), Saima (49), Inez (25), Ensio (43)
Front: Erma (34), Leona (26), Henry (father - 73), Mary (mother - 68), Aileen (31) Edna (30)
I enjoy seeing family resemblances. In the second picture, for instance, I think my cousin Tim is a carbon copy of my great great grandpa Henry. He looks more like Henry then Henry's own sons do.
So that's a bit of my family history this morning. The end of an era - and yet not, for those of us generations after still carry those genes, those traits and similarities, the stories and memories, and an appreciation for family that knows no measure.