That's right, eta - my grandfather was related to his wife, Hazel. Of course, we had relatives from Brazil, as well. Descendants of hers, from the branch that moved to Germany, escaped from East Berlin in the 1960s - they were known to us as the Wall nuts. We looked down on them, of course, as they came quite low in the family pecan order. But even they rated higher than the relative who ran away and joined the circus and became a clown - his name was Coco.
Some of the Berlin branch went to Italy, which means I have a young fourth-cousin twice-removed who is going through a teenage time of heavy drinking and constant head-colds - we call him Pissed Achoo.
There is also a collateral branch who moved to the Middle-East in the eighteenth century, enbraced islam and became absorbed into the Arab culture; they now have branches all over the world and go under the name of Al Mond.
There is another family with the same surname, who are immensely rich, but they aren't related, unfortunately. And they are dealt with in another thread.
Isn't it nice to have interesting relatives?
