No, my parents were not related, but they met when they both went to visit a mutual cousin. Her name was Mildred, and I guess she would be my double second cousin. Her parents were my mother’s father’s brother and my dad’s mother’s sister, and they lived in Groveton, Texas. I don’t know if it was an actual case of love at first sight, but dad is supposed to have told mom that summer that he was going to marry her when she grew up.
Both of my maternal grandparents grew up in that area, and years ago, while traveling through Groveton, I talked to an old man who knew them both when they were young. I had stopped at a gas station to buy a coke to drink with my lunch, and struck up a conversation with an old-timer who was sitting in a cane-bottom rocker outside.
He told me that my grandmother and her twin sister (fraternal twins that didn’t look a thing alike) were the prettiest girls in the town. I asked about my grand-dad and his brothers, saying “I’ve heard those Boyd boys were pretty rowdy.”
He thought for a minute, then replied, “Well, them Boyd boys was what you might call noticeable.”
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