My father’s sister and my mother’s sister were married to brothers.  For real.  That’s more or less how they met.  Or through gall stones, or something like that.  Both of my grandmothers were in the hospital at the same time back when they would keep you in the hospital a week for a tooth ache.  I do think they both had their gall bladders removed or some other spare part.  For whatever reason, my dad would visit my mom’s mother when he would go visit his own mother.  This was BEFORE he even knew about my mother.  You see, my mother’s mother was my dad’s sister’s husbands’ brother’s wife’s mother.  So why not go visit her too while he’s there.  Dad was a single, good looking guy and he had a job.  He was a veterinarian.  Well, Maw Maw knew a catch when she saw one and she also pegged him as a good addition to the family farm.  Plus she practically already knew him, since he was her daughter’s husband’s brother’s wife’s brother. So she started really talking up her youngest daughter who was a senior at SMU, but happened to be visiting a boy at Annapolis that week.  I don’t think mom needed any help getting a date, least of all from her mother, but with graduation looming, she must have been keeping her options open. So, the next time my mother came home, she had her first date with my father.  They went dancing at the Peabody Hotel.  (I never, ever saw them dance.) They must have hit it off.  They got engaged, but lest that put a crimp in her dating , she wore her engagement ring on a necklace inside her clothes.  They got married the month after mom graduated and that’s how I became my own grandpa.