I´M MY OWN GRANDPA

Once in awhile I clear out my two-drawer file. Usually when it's so full I can't squish another sheet of paper into it - yep, it gets THAT full!

And that happened a few days ago. I threw away a lot of junk - at least I HOPE it's junk! 'Cause it's gone now!

I did find some treasures and this is one of them! In 1998 friend Rod sent this email to Ken and me and 12 other people! He titled it, "for all you rednecks out there". How did he know???

Ken used to sing this to my kids whenever he got a chance - or to anyone who would listen. The details aren't the same for HIS family, but well, he "almost" could say he was his own Grandpa! But that's another story!!

I'M MY OWN GRANDPA

Many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother,
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She is my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.

For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa.

I have to sit on my own lap and tell myself stories!