Himself: Swam, job hunted, took EDD test, Amvets, cooked dinner.
Herself: Swam, didn’t write in my blog. Store meeting at 9; meeting at 1030…to which I was late, found a couple of suits at Amvets, simple dinner.
Gratitude: Always the Geezer even when he is pissed at me.
When she died, the trust continued to benefit his brother and sister Nettie equally then their heirs. When the last grandchild of three of them died, only then would the trust be disbursed to the heirs each getting one third of the trust.
My mother wasn’t the youngest granddaughter, and she always told me that her cousin Vee would outlive all of us. I believed it. She didn’t, and the estate will finally be disbursed.
To find out how many children Nettie had, for I am on Nettie’s branch of the trust, I need to wander down to the garage. Since I need to go down there to dig up my birth certificate to prove I’m me to the trust, I’ll check on that later in the day. Oh, I could look up the information on line, or in one of several family history volumes I have downstairs, but I am lazy. The antique file drawers in the garage are easier.
Nettie’s daughter Mary had two children with TEB, our Gimpa. Their son had two children, their daughter, my mother, had one….me. That will be our small corner of the trust.
Imagine something such as this trust, moving through time like this. It’s affected four generations of family members and more non family than can be counted. Often I have had small questions about the trust and the times that produced it. Didn’t Uncle Dan think his sister capable of managing her own money? Why didn’t she marry? Why didn’t he? How did the trust survive the Great Depression? How did it become so badly managed at several points through time?
In a way, it will be sad to close this small link to a past I never knew. Now all my thinking is moot. I need to fill out the tax forms and send off a copy of my birth certificate to Cleveland.