The Seventh McNugget

We all can't be one of the Six.

02 August 2005

Maybe Try A New Hobby...

...if raising kids isn't working for you.

On the way to work this morning, I was stuck in traffic next to a graveyard. After getting bored of yelling "DEAD!" at the gravestones... (that's from some mob movie... anyone know which one? I think Y100 used the soundbyte for a while...) .... anyway ... I saw a gravestone that told a pretty interesting (and sad) story.

The large stone had the dad and mom's names on them and some kids' names. I don't remember the names, but here's the crazy part:

Infant (no name given or dates)
Kid 2: <1 year old
Kid 3: <1 year old
Kid 4: 5 years old
Kid 5: 3 years old
Kid 6: <1 year old

DANG. Six kids and none survived past a young age. Sheeeeesh. Hard times back in the day (1800's)...

...makes you thankful for the advances in science and medicine over the years. Makes you want to hug your kid.


At 11:56 AM, Blogger Holz said...

I'll tell you one good thing about polio, it kept the kids off the streets...

At 12:19 PM, Blogger The K Man said...

Gol-dern kids these days! When I was a young'in, we laid in bed with the Tuberculosis all day! We weren't racing all around causin' mischief....

(Kamin's grandfather)

At 11:07 AM, Blogger Manchild said...

My maternal grandmother (from the 1800's) had something like 21 kids, and many did not survive.

Tombstones like this are quite common.

At 12:06 PM, Blogger Kate said...

21 kids?!! That essentially means she spent 10-15 years of her life pregnant! (Depending on how many babies were full term.) YEARS! Wow, just, wow.


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