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Family Heritage Albumn

November 19, 2005 By pia

When my sister’s sister-in-law was in South Beach with her boyfriend and his family they walked into what they thought was a museum, sat down and asked somebody where the bathroom was.

It turned out to be Versace’s mansion and when my then ten year old niece heard the story she thought it was the funniest story she had ever heard. They just walked into the house he had been killed in; fabulous security Donatella installed.

In order for my niece to graduate from elementary school she had to do a family heritage albumn that had to include grandparents, parents, and siblings, if any. But not aunts or uncles.

My niece put a picture of my sister’s sister-in-law, her boyfriend and his entire family in the heritage albumn along with the story.

I’m not included. Now I have told her funny stories until I have fallen down exhausted; I buy her Juicy clothes and jewelry from Tiffany’s. It’s not the presents that I care about. I have told her some darn funny stories; I am the funny aunt. I’m also the aunt she can ask the embarrassing questions to, and I know that counts more than anything but I really really really want to make it into the family heritage albumn. Don’t they remember me when I’m not around? Do I have to say:
“hey I was adopted. I’m playing the so I’m finally being treated as the adopted one after our parents are dead?”
Or:
“I don’t get into the albumn because I don’t have a male half?”

They’re kinda immature but works as a final way of assuring my place in the family heritage abumn. But I decided to go for mature.

“So why aren’t I in the albumn?”
“I didn’t want her to do aunts at all.”
“So why didn’t you tell her that?”
“Because she really loved the story and had a picture of all of them.”

Have to interject here that if I were my sister I would have said:
“you have two aunts. Both go in or neither do.”

But I’m not my sister. I remembered a story and a great picture; I mean a really good seen by millions picture.

“Remember the picture of me in the national magazine last spring when fave niece was making her albumn?”
“Yes…”
“You called me and told me about it, but didn’t believe it was me because I hadn’t told you?”
“Yes.”
“And I didn’t get my copy until the next day, and then I spent eight hours looking at it until I was sure it was me?”
“Yes…”
“Well wasn’t that a funny story with a good picture?”

The picture had been taken the year before at a launch party for a new magazine. The pictures accompanying the article were individual ones of prototype New Yorkers with a certain edge. Everybody was dressed in all white or brown; I was dressed in all white, and the background had been digitized.

I’m going to be in the family heritage albumn. I also made sure that my niece understood that I lived in the street next to Versace’s East 64th Street Townhouse when he was alive; Ivana Trump lives on that block as does many other famous people.

I made sure that she understood that Rafe’s hairsalon was on 64th but is now on East 65th, and she will be pampered when she chooses to spend the day with me exploring my old neighborhood.

Sometimes I have to fight with whatever means necessary to have my place in the family heritage albumn. I think our parents would have wanted that.

Filed Under: New York Stories Tagged With: Adoption, New York Stories

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Comments

  1. supermom says

    November 19, 2005 at 6:13 pm

    That’s a funny story, but I must tell you that sometimes …kids just don’t get it.

  2. Ignatius Dedd says

    November 19, 2005 at 8:48 pm

    Just found you via Wonderland. How come I haven’t been here before. This is so odd. I hate that.

  3. Girl on the Blog says

    November 20, 2005 at 1:36 am

    Funny story… I don’t think your niece meant anything by it… but I do agree that your sister should have said, “you have two aunts…either all or none”.

    I wish I had an aunt like you when I was younger… you definitely would have made it in my family album. 🙂

  4. margalit says

    November 20, 2005 at 1:54 am

    You sound like the COOL aunt. It seems wrong that you weren’t included. If it were my kid, I would have made sure that you got equal coverage.

    Michele sent me. You should come visit me today, I’ve got something you might like…the Dysfunctional Family Bingo Game. You probably have great ideas.

  5. windspike says

    November 20, 2005 at 2:45 am

    Pia,

    I understand why you turned off the comments on your target bullseye, but hey, I wanted to congratulate you on the mention. Brovo and blog on sister.

  6. Daedalus says

    November 20, 2005 at 7:02 am

    Have you ever thought of writing a book about your life, Dave Eggers style? This blog is absolutely brilliant, and you write so well, that I would, and many others would most definately buy it. I enjoy each and every post.

  7. Belinda says

    November 21, 2005 at 8:48 am

    So, I’ve been away for just a few days, and obviously *something* has gone down. Hmmmm.

    Congrats on the article, it rocks.

    And you know, you can’t change other people, or control them. The only things you can control are your own actions and reactions, and you’ve got that pretty much nailed down. Don’t worry about what they do with it–that’s theirs to carry.

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I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

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Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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