Well it had certainly been a weekend of family revelations hadn't it?
We may well have got some of the pictures out of sync in the tree, and it was difficult to be sure which was a great uncle and which was a great-great uncle, but yes quite an impressive lineage of mobsters.
And fairly successful too given the amount of money in that box.
But this then made it even more intriguing to know what might be in the will your gramps had left. I had half a mind to call the Mother-ship to find out if there was any risk of it being invalid given the obvious change of name but then decided not to. You will eventually meet the parents and I didn't want them to pre-judge you as the child of criminals. Well - grandchild - although you've never really spoken about your parents.
And I'm not going to ask. I have no doubt that you will tell me what you want me to know when you want me to know it.
Anyway, the Dashing Major and I decided that we would hang around for a day or two more.
We had of course had to say goodbye to Hans and Gretel Lederhosen late Sunday afternoon but with promises of staying in touch and offers of visits. Which I am hoping we can both make good on. And we all had to promise to keep her appraised of everything we found out. This was inspiring her to write something and so she needed all the details, however small, because until she got into it she wouldn't know what she would include and what she would leave out.
I made a quick call home and Father-dearest was back on house duties. Which he was delighted about but I suspect he had been going over to the house on a daily basis in any event. Oh and I had had an idea so I asked him to get Reliable Rob to provide a quotation on a conservatory - off the kitchen.
And you had had an update from your friend about the gun and the knife though it was more useful in respect of the gun of course. At least they had found prints on that and the name he gave was one of the names we had from the press cuttings. If my placement was right then this was a great-uncle, a brother of your gramps. Fingers crossed they can trace the blood on the knife though he, and you, weren't hopeful due to the age and condition. But you do hear of forensics being able to solve crimes from DNA going back many years so I think I am perhaps a bit more optimistic or naïve.
I decided to see if the website I knew of for building family trees was available for US family data and was delighted to see that it was. So we spent a good few hours seeing if we could finesse the family tree which was still laid out on the dining table. There were quite a few gaps which I surmised may be as a result of changes of names or simply family members not wanting to provide information in censuses and the like but it really felt as if we were getting there.
And then you had your appointment with the attorney regarding the will your gramps had left.
We decided to stay at the apartment and wait for your return. Your setup is incredibly impressive so I had no problems getting some work done whilst we waited. The Dashing Major was of the impression that he was not going to be able to do much until I educated him in the advantages of touch screen graphic design. A few calls to the office and a handy bit of software downloaded and he was quite content in a corner, with my laptop, working out how he could make this work for him.
It seemed an age before you returned from the attorney's office. We must have looked like eager children waiting for treats when you arrived back. And then you handed us the will.
The Last Will & Testament of your gramps. And there was that name that we had not recognised. No-one else named in it, just you, and by your birth name so I'm guessing that would all be above board and legal.
And it was in reality a very simple will. He had left you a house in Pennsylvania.
And the attorney had provided you with the keys.
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