Here is a bit of a
mind-bender for any genealogist. Consider the lyrics to the song I Am My Own Grandpa, written by Dwight
B. Latham and Moe Jaffe:
Many many years ago when I was twenty
three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as
could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.
Who kept them on the run.
And
he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother, too.
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!
