Which Reminds Me

It is a bit awkward for us, this unknown Wendy person suddenly appearing on the scene pretending to be related to us. We had never heard of this person Wendy, had no idea of any close family members living in Virginia, our great-great-grandfather having left there some time in the early 19th century, and ourselves not having any personal acquaintance with any of these people pretending to be somehow related to us. These Irish, especially Black Irish people always have been a long-term problem for us with their strange fictional tales, always trying to trip us up and get us in trouble with the authorities. As if I would even remember what that was all about. Don't I know that my own grandmother was not Irish at all, nor was she Scottish. My grandmother was more English but she married a McClellan, the McClellans being a Scottish clan who never did have much regard for the English, so they are saying that there was a tension between them, the Scottish and the English, not that I would know very much about that. And since when does anyone care what Wendy McClellan thinks about anything anyway? Didn't those people sell their souls to the Vikings or the Devil or something? And weren't there some other factors involved as well? So I really don't care what they think. You can't go home anymore, which is why it is nice that there is a heaven to look forward to. You can't go back.