Friday, August 5th, 2011
Coincidentally while here in Sacramento, which is known as “The City of Trees,” I have been doing a little bit of “family tree climbing.” We are staying at my mother-in-law’s house along with a couple more of my wife’s siblings and their families. Many of the walls are as thoroughly decorated with family pictures as John Mayer’s arms are consumed with tattoos.
I have been closely inspecting these retro pictures for signs of my son’s looks. The only time I really see myself in him is sometimes when he cries and laughs. So knowing that it was my wife’s genes he mainly inherited, I decided to find out exactly where his features came from.
This first picture features my mother-in-law’s grandparents, as well as, her father who is featured far right. His name was Waldo Tocchini- I definitely see some “Jackness” in his nose and the shape of his head. I often think of Jack as a 1940′s wrestler. Seeing Jack’s great-grandfather as a five year-old boy in 1920 only solidifies that old-timey wrestler idea in my head.
I have written before about how Jack reminds me of my wife’s dad- as an adult. Here is a picture of him when he was a little boy. We shall see if this is a hint of what Jack will look like. Also, check out the picture in the far left botom- that’s my mother-in-law as a baby; her nose and mouth look a whole lot like Jack’s!
Here is a more recent picture of one of my wife’s nephew. For a nanosecond, I had to ask myself if I had somehow teleported into the future and was looking at a picture of Jack. Several of the family members have also noted the resemblence between Jack and this first cousin of his.
This is my favorite picture in the house- it’s my wife’s family portrait from 1983. She’s the two year-old sitting there in her mom’s lap. This is just simply classicly awesome.
Then I look right next that photograph and see my own family’s portrait from St. Patrick’s Day. Though my wife and son are related by blood to the Italian-French-Croatian-Norwegian people in all these pictures, I have been grafted into the vine, adding my Italian-Mexican-Scottish-German genes into this new branch of the tree.
So what if my son ends up never really looking much like me. Chances are, his first child will be a splitting image of me. Because that’s evidently how things work in this family tree of ours. I say that, but the truth is, our next kid will probably look the opposite of Jack; like me.