before my {great} uncle bob's funeral last week, we did as every good mormon should do and gathered at the church for an hour of light refreshments and chit-chat. it was the bennion family reunion i didn't know i needed.
the thing about being a bennion is - there's enough of us, there's not a chance we'll meet them all, but if/when we do happen upon a strangers bennion, we know we're related and instantly bonded.
i think i have the family history down from the beginning of the bennions...
john begot israel and israel begot glynn and glynn begot george and george begot scott and scott begot me.
israel is the begotten of a 3rd wife and glynn is the begotten of a 1st wife.
complicated.
fun facts:
john came from wales. the bennion name was derived from a river there... the ep ennion river.
bennion roots lie in the west desert of utah. a little place called
green jacket. little, like, three fields along a lone highway, near vernon.
glynn's wife lucille - my grandpa's mom - painted
beautiful maps. maybe that's where i get my love for maps. or maybe from the engineers.
glynn had five kids: my grandpa george, colin, owen, bob, and eileen.
grandpa george and grandma joye had ten kids: lowell, liza, rebecca, my dad scott, anne, mark, {the order gets fuzzy here...} david, brian, alan, and alex.
my parents have five kids: matt, jeff, me, trevor, brett.
so picture it - there are a lot of us.
and i hope everyone's as proud to be a bennion as i am.
lots of university professors and artists in our family. and me. a professional talker.
here's a lot of us:
me + my aunt anne. i've been told all my life we're twins.
my cousin amy. aunt rebecca's daughter.
my uncle david.
ingesting grandpa george stories, no doubt.
uncle joe. my grandpa's brother owen's son. george + owen's families lived next door growing up. my grandparents still live in the same house.
i don't know about the surprised lady - but aunt rebecca, my dad's older sister, and her husband phil.
francine, bob's wife. for being the widow of the hour, she handled the night with complete grace. truth be told, the night was full of fun and laughs. not very funeral-y.
my grandpa george. i'll never not melt at his sight of his sweet, gentle face.
george and eileen. the lone survivors of the glynn and lucille bennion family. grandpa george is 93.
this is, no doubt, his story telling face.
grandma joye and aunt sergene, grandpa's brother colin's wife.
howard, son of owen, anne, my dad's immediately younger sister and my twin, and john. i've always known him as johnny b, but he's an
english professor at byu, and i bet they don't call him that in class. john comes from the colin/sergene family.
grandma joye. the sharpest one of all.
uncle mark, my dad's younger brother and, bizarrely, my neighbor/best friend when moving to SLC 8 years ago. admittedly, we were the biggest blessings in each others lives at the time. they were kind of our glory years. and paul, the son of my grandpa's only sister, eileen.
i sure love these people.