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3:52am July 15, 2012
[A black and white photo of eight people, five in back, three in front.] This is from a family reunion in Wasco, California, which is where my dad was born. We ate and talked, then drove to the cemetery. And then the older people walked us around the graves introducing us to all the dead people. Which was a lot. But it was really cool, almost like meeting them. And even though I was meeting these relatives for the first time, nobody seemed to care that I used a chair or a keyboard. But what strikes me looking at the photo is how alike our basic facial structure is. It makes a story my dad’s cousin told make more sense. She said that when she went to school first time, the teacher called roll. And instead of calling her name, the teacher pointed at her and said “And you’ll be [her name] Baggs.” She asked the teacher how she knew that, and the teacher kind of rolled her eyes and said “A Baggs is a Baggs is a Baggs.” I mean I know families are supposed to look like each other, but not all of these people are exactly the closest of relatives. But we look like very close relatives. (And for reference with the family reunion – it was small, but my autie-dar went off more than once. Not everyone there is in the photo, and those of us in the photo had to be pushed into it. This is also the only pleasant family reunion I ever experienced.)

[A black and white photo of eight people, five in back, three in front.]

This is from a family reunion in Wasco, California, which is where my dad was born. We ate and talked, then drove to the cemetery. And then the older people walked us around the graves introducing us to all the dead people. Which was a lot. But it was really cool, almost like meeting them. And even though I was meeting these relatives for the first time, nobody seemed to care that I used a chair or a keyboard.

But what strikes me looking at the photo is how alike our basic facial structure is. It makes a story my dad’s cousin told make more sense.

She said that when she went to school first time, the teacher called roll. And instead of calling her name, the teacher pointed at her and said “And you’ll be [her name] Baggs.” She asked the teacher how she knew that, and the teacher kind of rolled her eyes and said “A Baggs is a Baggs is a Baggs.”

I mean I know families are supposed to look like each other, but not all of these people are exactly the closest of relatives. But we look like very close relatives.

(And for reference with the family reunion – it was small, but my autie-dar went off more than once. Not everyone there is in the photo, and those of us in the photo had to be pushed into it. This is also the only pleasant family reunion I ever experienced.)