I was born in Rochester, New Hampshire on April 7th, 1987 to parents Jim and Nanette Henderson. Neither I nor my father, or even his parents for that matter, know his family's ancestry. My mother's family is half Scandinavian, half Irish. Her Uncle, Art Cornell spent about 30 years in his later age tracking the precise ancestry of the Cornell family, ending up in Sweden and Norway at the exact house in which the family's ancestors were living, discussing broken-English family past over a cup of tea. About 4 years ago, he published a book on the biography of the Cornell ancestry. His brother and my Grandfather is Felix (or Fil) Cornell. Since he was old enough to know what a name was, he hated the name Felix and since has insisted on being called Fil. Even his license plate back home says "Fil." Not that my grandpa is an alcoholic, but he loves liquor. He currently lives in Las Vegas, quite a ways from any family members, so it's not too often we see him. Once when I was 6 I recall being at his house. I asked him for a glass of apple cider and he gave me a bottle that said "TNT." It was hard cider. One other time our family had a reunion when I was 9 in Vegas. I asked him for some chocolate milk and he fed me Kahlua and milk. Those are the fondest memories of my grandfather. My grandmother on that side of the family died about 2 years before I was born. She was a smoker and also had a run-in with breast cancer. She had flaming Irish red hair and a temper to prove it, or so I'm told.
My mother was born in Cuba at Guantanamo Bay on February 12th, 1951. My grandfather was in the Marines at the time so that was one of the many bases they lived at. My mother has told me that my grandmother always called it a paradise island. When my mother was only a couple years old, they moved to Quincy, Massachusetts. They had a house one block from the beach and a madhouse of children. There were five of them: Chip, Nanette, Karen, Cindy and Rob (from oldest to youngest). When my mother was in highschool, the family moved again to Bangor, Maine. My Uncle Chip was a genius growing up and kept to himself for the most part. My mother, also, was quite smart. In high school she played chess, was in Student Government and was a member of the cheerleading squad. My Aunt Karin was out there- and still is. My Aunt Cindy was the main problem child of the family. She did whatever she wanted. When she was 14 she stole a car. When she was 16 she ran away for a year with her Uncle (Art) to protest something down in Washington D.C. When she returned home she was drugged-up and tramped-out. I don't know much about my Uncle Rob but I don't think he was much of an angel, himself.
Later in life, mother's family took a map and threw darts at it blindfolded to decide where everyone was going to live, or at least that's how it seems. My grandfather, as I said, lives in Las Vegas, Uncle Chip lives in Maine, my family has lived for 22 years in New Hampshire, Aunt Cindy's family lives in Arkansas, Karen's family lives in California and Uncle Rob lives in Florida. Chip is now a "professional gambler" and the only time we see him from Maine is when he needs to hide out from bad gamblers. Not only does he have severe gambling problems but more than likely, alcohol problems as well. When I was younger, and still today when he sees my brother and I he always greets with about $200 cash, which my mother would scold him on constantly (considering he doesn't even have a home). My Aunt Cindy had a kid when she was 18, Cheyenne. Cheyenne was born addicted to heroin and probably other nefarious drugs. She had been married 5 times. Most of her x-husbands are in jail for murder, robbery, or what have you. She currently has 4 children ranging in over 20 years of age apart and all with different fathers. My Aunt Cindy has two children, Kyle and Eli, and her main family support, her husband Craig. Craig, she discovered last year, has been cheating on her for qutie a bit of their marriage. Unfortunately she support his many years of college education and worked waitressing- not going to college. She has no education to support her and the kids and must rely on a cheating Craig. My Uncle Rob was consistently on drugs and drinking excessively most of his adulthood, ending 2 of his 3 marriages and a relationship with his daughter. Now, in his 3rd marriage, he seems to be settling down in Florida and has just recently starting to build a relationship with his now 18-yr-old daughter.
My father was born in Maine on October 4th, 1958 to a family of about 7 or 8. When he was 2 years old, his biological mother gave birth to another boy, Sean. When my father was 5, Sean died of a rare disease that he was born with. Also when my dad was 5, his mentally insane mother put all of her children up for adoption. There were two homes in which his family was split into and since then, the only time he has seen his other brothers and sisters was for their adopted father's funeral some time ago. My father lived with his brothers Larry, Kim and Robin. I don't know much of anything about Larry. Robin was an absolute genius, he was the oldest of the family, and any praise or gifts or support from the parents always went to him. Growing up, everyone called Robin "Max". Kim was the crazy kid on drugs who always loved getting in trouble or doing the most bad-ass thing. Of course, the only way to keep out of trouble with the parents, or to at least shed soem of the blame on someone else is to drag the little brother around with you. My father partook in many unwanted activities such as throwing fireworks from an overpass onto hoods of cars driving underneath. They all grew up on a farm and their adopters basically "hired free labor" in adopting 3 or 4 children. My father left home at 17 and started college at a vocational institute in Maine.
Most of my father's family I think still lives in Maine. He only keeps in touch with his brother Robin and that's the only relative I have ever known or met from his side of the family. I've heard of some relatives here and there. His sister, Rosita, got married and then ran away with her son-in-law from the marriage. I think they are married now.
I was born in Rochester, New Hampshire on April 7th, 1987 to parents Jim and Nanette Henderson. Neither I nor my father, or even his parents for that matter, know his family's ancestry. My mother's family is half Scandinavian, half Irish. Her Uncle, Art Cornell spent about 30 years in his later age tracking the precise ancestry of the Cornell family, ending up in Sweden and Norway at the exact house in which the family's ancestors were living, discussing broken-English family past over a cup of tea. About 4 years ago, he published a book on the biography of the Cornell ancestry. His brother and my Grandfather is Felix (or Fil) Cornell. Since he was old enough to know what a name was, he hated the name Felix and since has insisted on being called Fil. Even his license plate back home says "Fil." Not that my grandpa is an alcoholic, but he loves liquor. He currently lives in Las Vegas, quite a ways from any family members, so it's not too often we see him. Once when I was 6 I recall being at his house. I asked him for a glass of apple cider and he gave me a bottle that said "TNT." It was hard cider. One other time our family had a reunion when I was 9 in Vegas. I asked him for some chocolate milk and he fed me Kahlua and milk. Those are the fondest memories of my grandfather. My grandmother on that side of the family died about 2 years before I was born. She was a smoker and also had a run-in with breast cancer. She had flaming Irish red hair and a temper to prove it, or so I'm told.
My mother was born in Cuba at Guantanamo Bay on February 12th, 1951. My grandfather was in the Marines at the time so that was one of the many bases they lived at. My mother has told me that my grandmother always called it a paradise island. When my mother was only a couple years old, they moved to Quincy, Massachusetts. They had a house one block from the beach and a madhouse of children. There were five of them: Chip, Nanette, Karen, Cindy and Rob (from oldest to youngest). When my mother was in highschool, the family moved again to Bangor, Maine. My Uncle Chip was a genius growing up and kept to himself for the most part. My mother, also, was quite smart. In high school she played chess, was in Student Government and was a member of the cheerleading squad. My Aunt Karin was out there- and still is. My Aunt Cindy was the main problem child of the family. She did whatever she wanted. When she was 14 she stole a car. When she was 16 she ran away for a year with her Uncle (Art) to protest something down in Washington D.C. When she returned home she was drugged-up and tramped-out. I don't know much about my Uncle Rob but I don't think he was much of an angel, himself.
Later in life, mother's family took a map and threw darts at it blindfolded to decide where everyone was going to live, or at least that's how it seems. My grandfather, as I said, lives in Las Vegas, Uncle Chip lives in Maine, my family has lived for 22 years in New Hampshire, Aunt Cindy's family lives in Arkansas, Karen's family lives in California and Uncle Rob lives in Florida. Chip is now a "professional gambler" and the only time we see him from Maine is when he needs to hide out from bad gamblers. Not only does he have severe gambling problems but more than likely, alcohol problems as well. When I was younger, and still today when he sees my brother and I he always greets with about $200 cash, which my mother would scold him on constantly (considering he doesn't even have a home). My Aunt Cindy had a kid when she was 18, Cheyenne. Cheyenne was born addicted to heroin and probably other nefarious drugs. She had been married 5 times. Most of her x-husbands are in jail for murder, robbery, or what have you. She currently has 4 children ranging in over 20 years of age apart and all with different fathers. My Aunt Cindy has two children, Kyle and Eli, and her main family support, her husband Craig. Craig, she discovered last year, has been cheating on her for qutie a bit of their marriage. Unfortunately she support his many years of college education and worked waitressing- not going to college. She has no education to support her and the kids and must rely on a cheating Craig. My Uncle Rob was consistently on drugs and drinking excessively most of his adulthood, ending 2 of his 3 marriages and a relationship with his daughter. Now, in his 3rd marriage, he seems to be settling down in Florida and has just recently starting to build a relationship with his now 18-yr-old daughter.
My father was born in Maine on October 4th, 1958 to a family of about 7 or 8. When he was 2 years old, his biological mother gave birth to another boy, Sean. When my father was 5, Sean died of a rare disease that he was born with. Also when my dad was 5, his mentally insane mother put all of her children up for adoption. There were two homes in which his family was split into and since then, the only time he has seen his other brothers and sisters was for their adopted father's funeral some time ago. My father lived with his brothers Larry, Kim and Robin. I don't know much of anything about Larry. Robin was an absolute genius, he was the oldest of the family, and any praise or gifts or support from the parents always went to him. Growing up, everyone called Robin "Max". Kim was the crazy kid on drugs who always loved getting in trouble or doing the most bad-ass thing. Of course, the only way to keep out of trouble with the parents, or to at least shed soem of the blame on someone else is to drag the little brother around with you. My father partook in many unwanted activities such as throwing fireworks from an overpass onto hoods of cars driving underneath. They all grew up on a farm and their adopters basically "hired free labor" in adopting 3 or 4 children. My father left home at 17 and started college at a vocational institute in Maine.
Most of my father's family I think still lives in Maine. He only keeps in touch with his brother Robin and that's the only relative I have ever known or met from his side of the family. I've heard of some relatives here and there. His sister, Rosita, got married and then ran away with her son-in-law from the marriage. I think they are married now.