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.

4 Comments:

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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