Today I crossed paths with a woman named whose last name was Scott.
I mentioned my grandmother’s maiden name was Scott and in working on my family tree I’ve found boatloads—or I guess wagon loads would be a more apt description—of Scotts who came to Oklahoma way back when. Many more Scotts than I ever met or knew existed here in Oklahoma. I thought she might offer a bit of information about her family and we might compare a note or two.
My words just laid there like a lazy dog napping on the porch on a steamy summer afternoon.
I thought it was curious that she didn’t have at least a comment about it. I mean, isn’t everyone interested in their family history?
I guess not.
But to be fair, it was likely her married name, so she may not know anything about her husband’s family. Maybe he died and she doesn’t know any of his kin. Or maybe she’s divorced and it was really ugly and she doesn’t want anything to do with his folks.
Fortunately it was fleeting so it wasn’t too awkward. Kind of like ships that pass in the night when there’s a full moon. We saw each other had a brief conversation, but then it was over.
PS ~ My grandmother is Lela Mae Scott Rose; daughter of Avery Albert Scott, son of William Charlie Scott, son of Jeremiah Franklin Scott, son of John Scott.