It's Saturday

During the drizzle-hike

We're only one month in and we're slacking in our blogging! Granted, not much is happening, apart from work, watching television and finding out about ancestors and in Miss Oswin's case: going outside quite often, being let in by either me or one of the people from the flat upstairs and eating and sleeping. 

As for the finding out about ancestors, I have come closer to the riddle of the cousin who went to Asia and died there. I have looked into which camps he was in, I contacted a family member of his (who knew less than I did, but was willing to send me a photograph, to be received soon) and now the only thing left to do is find his original records. Which are in The Hague, the Netherlands! Where I am not. 

THIS is the right aunt whose husband died in a lightning strike.
The photo I showed you a couple of days ago was her sister-in-law.

On my mother's side, I have found several ancestors and people related to those ancestors that make good stories. I doubt they ever thought about it like that, but there you go. Since my grandmother hails from royal stock (over a millennium ago), hers is thus far the most interesting, because of earlier descendants of said royal stock, but that does not mean my grandfather has boring relatives at all. I just have to find them, that's all!

In other news: I have a date tonight. With a married man (shock, horror, gasp). Mind you, his wife trusts me according to him (and rightly so). Actually I have been on a date with him two years ago to the same event and we were supposed to go last year as well, but I was sick and had to cancel last minute. So, no worries anyone that I am going to steal somebody else's husband, I am not! Oh, and the new black shoes will NOT be worn tonight, even though they're open-toed.