Tonight before a friend and I headed to dinner, an email popped in my inbox saying someone commented on a post on SteveRogers.info. Few people comment directly on my blog, and the person who did tonight happened to be a relative I have never met.
They were Googling my uncle David and found this post from over two years ago, and I then received the following comment:
We’re related. David is my mother’s (Geraldine’s) cousin. Her mother (Josephine) was your grandfather’s sister. I saw another Rogers in the news today, and decided to Google David, and found your blog. I guess we’re something like second cousins twice removed, or something like that.
My only David story is that your grandmother gave my sister and I some Steiff puppets that belonged to David and his brothers (including your father, presumably) when we were little. One was a monkey, the other a rabbit. I still have mine. We grew up in NJ, partly in Fair Haven and Rumson, so we’d visit the cool old house in Middletown occasionally. I remember they had a huge bulldog. I also remember that your grandmother warned me that Yale was very dangerous.
Hope all is well!
– Kathy
My mother was not a fan of my grandparents’ dogs. My dad loved ’em. Yale is probably still dangerous though.
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