Peter and Cora. Known to me as Grandma and Grandpa Peter.
Peter and Cora. They were the reason we all gathered, once again. This time it was for the funeral of their youngest child, Earl, who was born in 1929.
Peter and Cora were my great grandparents, and I referred to them as Grandma and Grandpa Peter, and still do to this day. When I attended Earl’s funeral I saw all sorts of relatives who looked either like Grandpa Peter or Grandma Peter (aka Cora).
Heritage, ancestry and family trees are fascinating to me. Earl, the man whose funeral we attended, was the youngest of his family of origin. He had eight brothers and sisters, all whom have died before him. My grandpa (Joe) was the oldest sibling, Earl was the youngest.
Peter and Cora raised superior children. Each one of them was successful in all senses of the word. They married and stayed married until death did they part. They bore children, who were also superior. The family that stems from Peter and Cora is the nicest family conglomeration I’ve ever met in my life.
The best thing is, they’re MY family!
The last of Peter and Cora’s children has finally met his maker, and I’m pretty sure Peter and Cora, as well as all of Earl’s siblings, were happy to see him glide through the Pearly Gates.
I’ve been so fortunate to know so many of my relatives, all the way back to great grandparents. To Peter and Cora I propose a toast. You raised good, productive, wonderful children, who, in turn built families that are equally good, productive and wonderful. I hope all of us, when we cross the veil, will meet again and rejoice in the love that made us all a family.
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