I inherited high cheekbones and a sizeable proboscis from Dad's side of the family. There's a person in Mum's village who looks just like my brother thanks to said inheritance- and their last common ancestor was born in the 1780s!
Coincidentally Mum rang last night, she'd been visited by said nth cousin, and another guest who didn't know him instantly twigged that he was family.
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit.
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit.
There is a thing called familial hypercholesteremia (hope I spelled that right!) which my husband's family has, in spite of being very thin, almost all of them. Fortunately it responds to statins.
Does this count?
Generally, it has been thought that a propensity for twin births in a family only applies to dizygotic (fraternal) twins. My family is part of a project looking at whether or not it can apply to monozygotic (identical) twins because my paternal line is full of them.
Does this count?
Generally, it has been thought that a propensity for twin births in a family only applies to dizygotic (fraternal) twins. My family is part of a project looking at whether or not it can apply to monozygotic (identical) twins because my paternal line is full of them.
That is interesting (I am a dizygotic twin). There is so much research that goes on with twins but usually it is not actually about being a twin! It must be exciting to be part of a new theory.
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit.
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I'm another with inherited high cholesterol. Mom had extremely high numbers, over 400, but was a natural vegetarian who never ate meat in her life and had great difficulty with eggs and milk. She was also very slender. (There is nothing slender about me! ) I also inherited her very flat feet.
Not high cholesterol for me, necessarily—my cholesterol at worst reached the high end of normal, and it’s quite low now—but I inherited both parents’ predispositions to general heart disease and problematic arteries. Father had a heart attack in his mid-50s, and both parents had bypass surgery in their 60s. When I had my heart attack and by bypass surgery (at age 59), the doctors were unanimous in the opinion that I had DNA alone to thank.
Interestingly, neither parent died from heart disease. Post-bypass surgeries, their heart-related health issues seemed to recede.
Our family is cursed with what my father called duck's disease, i.e. one's bum is too close to the ground (short legs).
I have that, inherited from my father.
Didn't you say your father was from Greenock too? Are we all doomed?
Now I remember the possible origin. It was a Goon Show (the source of much of my own knowledge and wisdom) where Harry Secombe (Neddy) talks about "Ducks disease - the curse of the Seagoons".
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit. My mother was 'good with her hands' and that certainly helped me with my model aeroplanes. She was impatient, though, didn't suffer fools gladly and nether do I, but I'm learning!
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit. My mother was 'good with her hands' and that certainly helped me with my model aeroplanes. She was impatient, though, didn't suffer fools gladly and nether do I, but I'm learning!
I dream of Jeanie with the light golden ....
For your penance recite three 'Our Fathers' and four 'Hail Marys'. Or you could have married them ..... penance enough ... both very giffted and feisty girls, or as the elder's husband once remarked, 'bitchqueens from ...... '
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit. My mother was 'good with her hands' and that certainly helped me with my model aeroplanes. She was impatient, though, didn't suffer fools gladly and nether do I, but I'm learning!
I dream of Jeanie with the light golden ....
Which always makes me hear the voice of Bugs Bunny: “I dream of Jeanie, she’s a light brown hare.”
With my sisters, unusual light golden pubic hair (too much info? sorry!). A modicum of artistic ability, but my beloved sisters are so, so much better than me and both exhibit. My mother was 'good with her hands' and that certainly helped me with my model aeroplanes. She was impatient, though, didn't suffer fools gladly and nether do I, but I'm learning!
I dream of Jeanie with the light golden ....
Which always makes me hear the voice of Bugs Bunny: “I dream of Jeanie, she’s a light brown hare.”
As you were.
I'm so glad it wasn't just me!
To get us back on thread... as part of maternal decrapulating, I seem to have inherited Dad's cap collection. Much as I love his old baggy cricket cap, he had a smaller head than me (not difficult, I got a big thick head), so I'll never be able to wear it without it looking like a thimble on a sow's arse. The Essex baseball cap is a different matter, especially as the match he bought it at was special to both of us.
I love being able to hold onto items which have a shared memory, that's lovely @Sandemaniac.
I have inherited my Mum's dark brown eyes and freckly complexion. My knees are also (unfortunately) hers too. We also have the same taste in many things, china and decorating items in particular. My love of antiques and gardening comes from both parents. I have a few family pieces that belonged to them and I love having them in my home. I appreciate them much more now than I would have as a much younger person.
My Mum was an excellent seamstress, but I inherited none of that talent. I was much more into reading as a child and I have Dad's AA Milne poetry books and his William books, I really treasure them and Cheery son also loves them, having that run through the 3 generations is a special connection, I think.
I had forgotten to include it in my previous post, but I have also inherited a dress my mother hand-made for me when I was maybe 4 or 5, so 1949/50ish.
It is made in a fabric something like rayon, is peach coloured and is hand smocked front and back , from shoulder to waist.
I love it dearly, and it has been a sadness to me that I have had no-one to pass it down to. Only one of my grandchildren is a girl, and her parents made it quite clear that their preference in children's clothes, male or female, was sludge coloured and utilitarian.
@Roseofsharon brings up something that probably affects many of us. What do we do with unwanted treasures? Perhaps that is worth a new discussion. We've sent a few things to museums or organisations where objects originated, but precious clothes? That's a hard one.
I had forgotten to include it in my previous post, but I have also inherited a dress my mother hand-made for me when I was maybe 4 or 5, so 1949/50ish.
It is made in a fabric something like rayon, is peach coloured and is hand smocked front and back , from shoulder to waist.
Smocked dresses were a thing in the 50s. I have a mother-made one much as you describe, albeit only smocked down the front.
Come the 60s and the fashion for billowing smocks over flares, I made a couple with smocked yokes.
I have my Dad’s slim legs, in comparison to the rest of the body. Looking at one of those ‘walking pictures’ taken of my Nana, Dad’s Mum, I see he got them from her. Nana and I are both cursed with very narrow feet, making buying shoes to fit a trial.
I see things on places like Facebook marketplace that make me very sad. Photo albums, and memento books and things, going back decades and decades, some from a century ago or more, and I think, this should go to someone’s descendants rather than just being sold. I mean, whoever is selling it may not be even connected to the actual family, they might’ve gotten it an estate sale or wherever. I just think, my God, it’s so sad that maybe the person who owned this stuff died without anybody relevant to leave it to.
Actually, I did inherit a painting of my grandmother that I hope successfully got to the family of the only cousin on that side of the family who had had kids at all. I wanted it to be able to go to someone ultimately and none of the others had any kids whatsoever and my mother only had one sibling, her brother. One cousins had a painting of my grandfather on that side, and he didn’t want it and apparently nobody else did either, so I have it and it’s weird because he was apparently not a great person who left my grandmother for someone else, but even so I feel like it should be in the family for, you know, posterity, and I don’t have any kids obviously…
I did inherit a pair of photographs of my mother’s grandparents, the ones through whom our Jewish heritage came, who immigrated to the United States from Austria and Hungary before 1900… Those, I treasure.
I wish I had not sold the Highwaymen painting my parents had. At the time I thought it would just remind me of negative things about my parents (all the fights they had, etc.), and I needed the money, but now I really regret it. It was a tropical scene at night with the moon behind a palm tree and shining on the water…
I have a box file of memorabilia from my mother which is destined for my cousin, her only female descendent beyond my generation.
My sons and grandsons have shown no interest in that side of the family as their father's antecedents had stories that were fascinating to small boys, so frequently retold.
I suppose the smocked dress could also go to the cousin, but she only has sons so it will probably not be passed further down the family line, even as an example of 'historic' needlework.
My cholesterol was at the high end of ok (6.1) in my 20s, when I was slim. I was told it was probably familial hypercholesteremia and that I'd have to go onto statins once I was post-menopausal. It stayed at the same figure as I grew fatter and fatter, and by the time I was through the menopause it was still the same figure, but was now on the low side for someone of my weight, and hence no statins! Last test it was at 6.3.
I don't understand it at all. My G.P. has said that losing weight will lower my cholesterol, but I don't see how, as gaining weight had no impact. Basically, if I wasn't obese, and still 6.1 I'd be on statins, but I am obese and 6.3, so I'm not.
Most of my family are on statins, but they went on at much higher levels than 6.3. Mum was over 9, and both maternal uncles higher. Elder and younger brothers both on statins, but neither are obese.
Not sure if I ‘ve said this already, but we have a grandfather clock which had been passed down the generations but always from aunt to nephew, or uncle to niece, ie down and across. My daughter has it at the moment but nobody has talked about where it will go next. It needs the right house, as it is quite tall. My daughter’s former farmhouse with its beams is very suitable.
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Both exhibit what?
Their paintings .... sigh .....
There is a thing called familial hypercholesteremia (hope I spelled that right!) which my husband's family has, in spite of being very thin, almost all of them. Fortunately it responds to statins.
Generally, it has been thought that a propensity for twin births in a family only applies to dizygotic (fraternal) twins. My family is part of a project looking at whether or not it can apply to monozygotic (identical) twins because my paternal line is full of them.
A post befitting your moniker!
In that DNA somewhere there's a so called "Viking disease".
Sitting here stretching my hands keeping the Dupuytrens contracture from progressing.
AFF
I have that, inherited from my father.
I'm another with inherited high cholesterol. Mom had extremely high numbers, over 400, but was a natural vegetarian who never ate meat in her life and had great difficulty with eggs and milk. She was also very slender. (There is nothing slender about me!
Interestingly, neither parent died from heart disease. Post-bypass surgeries, their heart-related health issues seemed to recede.
Didn't you say your father was from Greenock too? Are we all doomed?
Now I remember the possible origin. It was a Goon Show (the source of much of my own knowledge and wisdom) where Harry Secombe (Neddy) talks about "Ducks disease - the curse of the Seagoons".
I dream of Jeanie with the light golden ....
For your penance recite three 'Our Fathers' and four 'Hail Marys'. Or you could have married them ..... penance enough ... both very giffted and feisty girls, or as the elder's husband once remarked, 'bitchqueens from ...... '
Which always makes me hear the voice of Bugs Bunny: “I dream of Jeanie, she’s a light brown hare.”
As you were.
I'm so glad it wasn't just me!
To get us back on thread... as part of maternal decrapulating, I seem to have inherited Dad's cap collection. Much as I love his old baggy cricket cap, he had a smaller head than me (not difficult, I got a big thick head), so I'll never be able to wear it without it looking like a thimble on a sow's arse. The Essex baseball cap is a different matter, especially as the match he bought it at was special to both of us.
I have inherited my Mum's dark brown eyes and freckly complexion. My knees are also (unfortunately) hers too. We also have the same taste in many things, china and decorating items in particular. My love of antiques and gardening comes from both parents. I have a few family pieces that belonged to them and I love having them in my home. I appreciate them much more now than I would have as a much younger person.
My Mum was an excellent seamstress, but I inherited none of that talent. I was much more into reading as a child and I have Dad's AA Milne poetry books and his William books, I really treasure them and Cheery son also loves them, having that run through the 3 generations is a special connection, I think.
It is made in a fabric something like rayon, is peach coloured and is hand smocked front and back , from shoulder to waist.
I love it dearly, and it has been a sadness to me that I have had no-one to pass it down to. Only one of my grandchildren is a girl, and her parents made it quite clear that their preference in children's clothes, male or female, was sludge coloured and utilitarian.
Smocked dresses were a thing in the 50s. I have a mother-made one much as you describe, albeit only smocked down the front.
Come the 60s and the fashion for billowing smocks over flares, I made a couple with smocked yokes.
Actually, I did inherit a painting of my grandmother that I hope successfully got to the family of the only cousin on that side of the family who had had kids at all. I wanted it to be able to go to someone ultimately and none of the others had any kids whatsoever and my mother only had one sibling, her brother. One cousins had a painting of my grandfather on that side, and he didn’t want it and apparently nobody else did either, so I have it and it’s weird because he was apparently not a great person who left my grandmother for someone else, but even so I feel like it should be in the family for, you know, posterity, and I don’t have any kids obviously…
I did inherit a pair of photographs of my mother’s grandparents, the ones through whom our Jewish heritage came, who immigrated to the United States from Austria and Hungary before 1900… Those, I treasure.
I wish I had not sold the Highwaymen painting my parents had. At the time I thought it would just remind me of negative things about my parents (all the fights they had, etc.), and I needed the money, but now I really regret it. It was a tropical scene at night with the moon behind a palm tree and shining on the water…
My sons and grandsons have shown no interest in that side of the family as their father's antecedents had stories that were fascinating to small boys, so frequently retold.
I suppose the smocked dress could also go to the cousin, but she only has sons so it will probably not be passed further down the family line, even as an example of 'historic' needlework.
I don't understand it at all. My G.P. has said that losing weight will lower my cholesterol, but I don't see how, as gaining weight had no impact. Basically, if I wasn't obese, and still 6.1 I'd be on statins, but I am obese and 6.3, so I'm not.
Most of my family are on statins, but they went on at much higher levels than 6.3. Mum was over 9, and both maternal uncles higher. Elder and younger brothers both on statins, but neither are obese.