Week 30: In the News #52Ancestorsin52Weeks

I came across an old newspaper clipping at some point in my family research. It was from a local paper, The Wishaw Press and Advertiser. The title - "Here's a family with a unique record", a photograph and an explanation underneath.

The photo shows four generations, with the youngest of the four being 'over 21'. (There had obviously been time for a fifth to come along!) In the photograph is my paternal grandmother, Christina McAra, aged 89 - a grandmother I never knew - her daughter Mary, my aunt, my cousin Christina and her grown up son Hugh.

The article states another fact - when Hugh was born in 1936, all of his four great grandmothers and three of his great grandfathers were still alive! That must be some record. I can't help but be envious that Hugh could have asked so many questions of all of those people, as I never got the chance to talk to any of my own grandparents.

Hugh is now 87 and a great grandfather himself.

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