This can safely be filed under the heading of "Just one more thing I really didn't need to know."
A member of the closed E-mail group to which I belong, in one of his routinely mad moments, sent around a link to a time-waster Website which allows one to learn the The #1 Song on any particular date in history, noting that Gene Chandler's "Duke of Earl" had been at the top of the charts on the day he'd been born.
Lemming-like, I drilled down to find my own "birth song."
It was "I'll Never Smile Again" by Tommy Dorsey!
It's not like I haven't been carrying enough guilt around my entire life!
I had a great-grandmother when I was born: Flossie Wheeler, five foot zero and stone deaf from birth. Two hours after my delivery, my grandmother Beatrice mouthed the words "Nan had a son" to her, and Flossie turned and breathed her last.
I'd like to think she smiled, but the family archives are unsettlingly silent on such details.
Are we actually related?