Sunlit Water

November 16, 2006

Perspective

Filed under: Culture — by teofilo @ 12:34 am

My great-grandmother was older than her husband.  We don’t know exactly how much older, however, because when they got married she cut her birth year out of the family bible.  It was probably about three years.

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8 Comments »

  1. My grandmother was 6 months older than my grandfather, and she carried embarrassment about it with her through her entire life.

    Comment by Chris — November 16, 2006 @ 11:56 am |Reply

  2. I’ve been a year or so older than three of my boyfriends, and I told them all to show respect for my additional years of wisdom.

    Comment by Megan — November 16, 2006 @ 12:15 pm |Reply

  3. They don’t mind the other two boyfriends?

    Comment by heebie_geebie — November 16, 2006 @ 4:59 pm |Reply

  4. California’s a decadent place.

    Comment by teofilo — November 16, 2006 @ 7:54 pm |Reply

  5. This, from the New Mexican.

    Comment by The Modesto Kid — November 16, 2006 @ 8:53 pm |Reply

  6. Didn’t you read the post? We New Mexicans have shame.

    Comment by teofilo — November 16, 2006 @ 9:04 pm |Reply

  7. she carried embarrassment about it with her through her entire life.

    My great-grandmother was the same way. I think she was a little over a year older than her husband.

    Incidentally, this husband of hers wasn’t my grandmother’s father. He was a boarder in their house for a while, and then not long after my great-grandparents got divorced (quite scandalous on its own) he and my g-g’m got married. No one in the family really talks about it, it’s a kind of hilarious open secret.

    Comment by Matt F — November 17, 2006 @ 12:17 am |Reply

  8. Yeah, it’s pretty crazy how shameful this used to be. There’s actually another of my great-grandmothers who probably also covered up her age because she was older than her husband.

    Comment by teofilo — November 17, 2006 @ 1:12 am |Reply


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