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Taught the skills of genealogical research by a grand daughter of a daughter of my great-great grand father by his second wife,
IOW, her grandmother was my mother's grandmother's half-sister, I inherited the role of family genealogist with the passing of
my instructor in 2013 and have been trying to fill her shoes, solving several "brick walls" she had been unable to solve. The most
recent is finding the probate court documents filed in 1813 that prove my mother's grandmother's (the one described above)
grandfather was the great grandson of Philip Russell, who was the brother of the John Russell who hid this regicide judge on his Hadley, MA
farm for a number of years when the penalty for doing so was at its most severe. John Russell's son, Samuel was a founder of Yale Univ.
The short version is that in the past week, I learned through research efforts (an obituary) that I picked up again after filing 4 or 5 years ago what I had compiled at that time, that the woman I had probably the most dramatic and searing parting with in my life moved 900 miles from our mutual home state to currently only 30 miles from where I am typing this.
In the same early autumn week in 1971, my roommate invited this freshman on the verge of turning 18 and one or two of her friends to the room I shared with him in a four bedroom, "railroad" configuration apartment. My intensity of attraction in the hours after meeting her can probably be rivaled with only one other recollection, resulting in marriage. Even after the passage of so much time, it still seems understandable that I was moved to the degree I only pressed her for her name and the town she lived in, not even the name of the high school she had recently graduated from or her phone number and she did not ask for the phone number I shared with four
roommates. We had spent 90 percent of our first meeting in a horizontal position, seemed to be on the same wave length, she had offered no resistance to my advances.
I am the only and the older brother of several sisters, I was in awe over suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, having her in my arms, moved more spiritually than sexually.
We hugged goodbye, reluctant to interrupt the moment, the closest I can explain it is feeling that if it had been anywhere near as intense for her as it was for me, we would meet again very soon because I sensed she was similarly reluctant to end the evening despite her concern about returning home before her parents grew really concerned on that early Saturday
I felt vulnerable as I sorted it out the next day and began to protect myself. My roommate was barely acquainted with her. During that weekend, my former roommate invited me to meet his cousin and her three roommates she shared an apartment with on the opposite edge of our college's campus. The cousin introduced me to a neighbor who stopped by, a classmate of the woman I had met the night before. I was enrolled in the class a year ahead of them. Months younger than I, this new acquaintance had a mentoring vibe, a very different impression compared to feeling struck by lightening just the night before. Again though, it seemed much too familiar
and comfortable for recent strangers to be interacting. Passion was absent but there was attraction, seemingly instant understanding and comfort from the vulnerability and emptiness I had been experiencing all that day, suddenly wrenched away from, the one!
Within two days, she invited me to sleep over, her two bedroom apartment had two sets of bunkbeds, we shared the top bunk, the bottom bunk empty because she only had two apartment mates. We spooned and I cupped her breasts. She shared with me that she had slept with every guy in her circle of friends in her town. I was finding my way through that unusual friday night through early the following week and on the plus side, I wasn't feeling as vulnerable and told myself the intensity of my feeling the Friday before could not be assumed to have been mutual.... So I had come from urges to merge my being with "the one," to the almost motherly affection and casual attraction I had moved on to. I felt like I could already talk to her about anything, even what is like to sleep with so many guys in a small town, but I did not share what I had experienced with and was feeling about, "the one".
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IOW, her grandmother was my mother's grandmother's half-sister, I inherited the role of family genealogist with the passing of
my instructor in 2013 and have been trying to fill her shoes, solving several "brick walls" she had been unable to solve. The most
recent is finding the probate court documents filed in 1813 that prove my mother's grandmother's (the one described above)
grandfather was the great grandson of Philip Russell, who was the brother of the John Russell who hid this regicide judge on his Hadley, MA
farm for a number of years when the penalty for doing so was at its most severe. John Russell's son, Samuel was a founder of Yale Univ.
Angel of Hadley - Wikipedia
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The short version is that in the past week, I learned through research efforts (an obituary) that I picked up again after filing 4 or 5 years ago what I had compiled at that time, that the woman I had probably the most dramatic and searing parting with in my life moved 900 miles from our mutual home state to currently only 30 miles from where I am typing this.
In the same early autumn week in 1971, my roommate invited this freshman on the verge of turning 18 and one or two of her friends to the room I shared with him in a four bedroom, "railroad" configuration apartment. My intensity of attraction in the hours after meeting her can probably be rivaled with only one other recollection, resulting in marriage. Even after the passage of so much time, it still seems understandable that I was moved to the degree I only pressed her for her name and the town she lived in, not even the name of the high school she had recently graduated from or her phone number and she did not ask for the phone number I shared with four
roommates. We had spent 90 percent of our first meeting in a horizontal position, seemed to be on the same wave length, she had offered no resistance to my advances.
I am the only and the older brother of several sisters, I was in awe over suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, having her in my arms, moved more spiritually than sexually.
We hugged goodbye, reluctant to interrupt the moment, the closest I can explain it is feeling that if it had been anywhere near as intense for her as it was for me, we would meet again very soon because I sensed she was similarly reluctant to end the evening despite her concern about returning home before her parents grew really concerned on that early Saturday
I felt vulnerable as I sorted it out the next day and began to protect myself. My roommate was barely acquainted with her. During that weekend, my former roommate invited me to meet his cousin and her three roommates she shared an apartment with on the opposite edge of our college's campus. The cousin introduced me to a neighbor who stopped by, a classmate of the woman I had met the night before. I was enrolled in the class a year ahead of them. Months younger than I, this new acquaintance had a mentoring vibe, a very different impression compared to feeling struck by lightening just the night before. Again though, it seemed much too familiar
and comfortable for recent strangers to be interacting. Passion was absent but there was attraction, seemingly instant understanding and comfort from the vulnerability and emptiness I had been experiencing all that day, suddenly wrenched away from, the one!
Within two days, she invited me to sleep over, her two bedroom apartment had two sets of bunkbeds, we shared the top bunk, the bottom bunk empty because she only had two apartment mates. We spooned and I cupped her breasts. She shared with me that she had slept with every guy in her circle of friends in her town. I was finding my way through that unusual friday night through early the following week and on the plus side, I wasn't feeling as vulnerable and told myself the intensity of my feeling the Friday before could not be assumed to have been mutual.... So I had come from urges to merge my being with "the one," to the almost motherly affection and casual attraction I had moved on to. I felt like I could already talk to her about anything, even what is like to sleep with so many guys in a small town, but I did not share what I had experienced with and was feeling about, "the one".
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