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I was telling crazy family stories the other day, and I decided to start putting them up there, randomly, as they occur to me in little bits and pieces.  My sister lived with my parents for a lot longer than I did, so it's highly likely that she knows more info about this stuff.  Because I'm intrigued by the way family stories change as they get passed around, I'm going to post my version, ask my sister for her input, and then add any revisions.  Please accept that many of these stories are things I learned when I was a kid, and so I make no claims to historical accuracy.  Names will occasionally be changed to protect the less than innocent.

So, first story: at some point in my mother's youth, she was engaged to a lion tamer.  I have no idea when this happened, if it was before or after my half-sister, if she really meant to marry the guy or if it was some kind of lark.  They didn't get married, but I don't know why.  The only evidence I have for the truthfulness of this tale is that my mother told me about it, and once showed me a picture of said lion tamer in the ring with his lions, and it had a personal message written on the picture saying he loved her.  He had a handlebar mustache.

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Briana said…
that's too cool - I've never known anyone with a handlebar moustache.
August 9, 2010 at 9:05 PM
Briana said…
that's too cool - I've never known anyone with a handlebar moustache.
August 9, 2010 at 9:05 PM
Unknown said…
your right about stories changing. my mom will tell a story about some thing that happend when we were kids. and i remember it diferently. and my brother remembers it diferent than the way i do. so who knows if it ever happend at all. maybe we all had the same dream...lol
August 10, 2010 at 5:36 PM
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