A quick post on the subject of time.
Time passes in weird ways. For instance, it’s been three months since my last post. That seems impossible. But it’s also been three months since I started on this medication that puts me in Zombieland – so there’s that.
On the other hand, if enough time passes then the inevitable… well, I guess it evits.
I think I am the 8th Cousin, 3 times removed to…
I am nearly certain (say, 80%) that his 8th Great-Grandmother Elizabeth Blossom FitzRandolph was also my 10th Great-Grandmother. The questiony part concerns a girl who SHOULD be Elizabeth’s granddaughter – Anna Bloomfield. I can’t seem to find definitive proof that her parents were Ezekiel and Hope (FitzRandolph) Bloomfield. But I think they were – and, whoever she was, Anna married my 7th great-grandfather Asa Hubbell in Woodbridge, New Jersey in 1747.
So even if the Blossom thing doesn’t end up being true, I am definitely a real Hubbell. I can console myself with the fact that I am the 7th Cousin, 4 times removed, to the famous astronomer Edwin Hubble. AND – by extension – 8th Cousin, 3 times removed, to…
And finally – back to the Time thing – there’s the concept of timing. Bad Timing – like, diving into writing a blog post before the coffee has truly kicked in. (C’mon… what was I thinking?) And Good Timing – as in, say, realizing in researching the guy that this day, July 8, is Kevin Bacon’s birthday.