I grew up in a small town in southern Utah. I was the only person in town who was not related to anyone, and I know, because this is what happened every single school year:
Bill, are you related to Mike and Stella Smith over in Warshington?
Yes, sir. They're my aunt and uncle.
Susan, you must be Brad and Cindy's daughter.
Yes. Kristin is my sister, she was in your class last year.
Great! Kristin was a great student and I expect you will be too.
John. Any relation to Mike Leavitt?
He's my dad's cousin.
He'll be governor some day - mark my words.
Stephanie - I don't know any Stanley's around here. Who are you related to?
I'm not related to anyone.
What about the Stanleys up in Orem - Jim and Darlene?
Hmm. Where are you from? (he's thinking outer space)
Las Vegas, but my parents are from New York and Wisconsin
You're not cross-eyed. I thought everyone from out-of-state was cross-eyed? (ha ha ha)
Orrin Hatch your uncle?
Why yes he is!
And so it went, every year. I had forgotten about this until just the other day. I had to contact the school in preparation for my high school reunion. Here's the conversation I had:
"Hello, this is Stephanie Martin. I am calling to speak to the custodian to make certain bathrooms will be available to us on Saturday, June 14th."
"Hi Stephanie, just a minute, I'll put you through to the custodian......Are you related to any of the Martins around here?" (Memories rush back)
"No, sadly, I'm not."