I had the oddest phone call today. Odd in a good way I mean. Next year a branch of my family, which immigrated to New Zealand from Lebanon over 120years ago, is planning a reunion. For the first time some keen sole is endeavouring to put together a complete family tree of the two New Zealand branches of the family. The rest of it is very difficult to find as a lot of the part of the world the information is found in seems to have been in a state of conflict for many decades.
Anyway, I respond dutifully to the email requesting information and the next thing I am talking to an unknown cousin for an hour on the phone. It was like we had known each other for years.
Now I have been left with a long list of dates to gather together. That will teach me for talking way too much.
I wonder if they all have the big noses, curly hair (I cut my curls all off), and olive skin.