Text from my brother cleaning out my grandmother’s house holy fuck
I still don’t know who Charlotte is, but we just traced my great grandfather’s line back to fucking 1015 in Normandy, France
What the hell
Someone just posted this Charlotte’s family bible on my hometown’s Facebook page, showing all her family names and dates, saying they saw it at a yardsale, but since my brother and I are not on Facebook, we can’t interact with the post. But the entire town is tagging my extremely estranged father in the post. He’s the last person who had custody of Charlotte’s ashes, and even though we’re not really related to her (my grandfather was adopted by my great-grandfather, who is a half sibling of Charlotte’s husband, so it is Distant Association, Same Name situation to say the least), I feel this terrible need to find this bible and get that and her ashes to her great-grandchildren.
I can’t believe Ashes In the Shed Charlotte showed up again, this is wild
