How legends start.

How did my Grand Father meet my Grandmother?   There is a family legend.

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"Thisbe" by John William Waterhouse (1909 oil on canvass)

Grandma Cain was living in a boarding house in Chicago with her sister Aunt Kate.  Grandfather was ‘courting’ her and sent Grandma Cain a piano.  A piano was quite the gift for its day, even though it was nothing but a small upright.  The landlady who ran the place got the wrong idea: “Any woman that would accept a gift like that must be of a questionable nature.”  Well, what do you want?  It was 1914 at least.   The uptight landlady throws both my grandmother and my aunt out onto the street.   Aunt Kate picks up a phone and calls grandma’s boyfriend, soon to be Grandpa Cain.  She is angry: “What have you done, you dumb mick? Now we are homeless.”   Grandpa Cain meets them on the front stairs of the boarding house and has a solution:

“Well, I guess then Mary will have to marry me.”

He then takes them both to live in his Father’s house until the wedding can be arranged.

Is it true? 

“As true as the strength of the belief and the nerve it hits,” I say in my best Irish brogue.

Two lovers meet on a bridge called the Ponte Milvio.   This bridge attracted lovers in Roman times, documented by Tacitus, visited by Nero to meet nameless lovers.   The hero tells a false legend which lovers wrapped a chin around the third lamp post on the bridge’s northern side, locked it, and threw the key into the Tiber.   He then tells her that they will never leave each other…on the strength of a lock.

Is it true?

 As true as the strength of the belief and the nerve that it hits.

Well, it’s not true.  It’s an invention from a novel by Federico Moccia called in English: “I Want  You.” Since the publication of the story many locks have appeared on the bridge, locked to posts and chains.  Many with the lovers names written on the locks.   It has become an issue in city politics.  One party wants the locks removed, the other accuses the other party of being ‘anti-love’.  What started as a city lore, a ‘Roman’ thing, has now turned into something for the ‘tourist trade’ with locks being sold by road side vendors.  

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The question is…what is a legend?  How much of any legend is true?  Are there other stories that grab our imagination?

What of Pyramus and Thisbe?  These were  two lovers separated by a wall built by their families to keep them apart.  One day they agree to meet in a secret hiding place, and Thisbe is frightened away by a lion and drops her cloak.  Pyramus arrives and believes that his lover has been eaten takes his own life.  Later Thisbe finds her boyfriend in the family crypt and takes her life as well.  Both families in one final act have the lovers burned on the same funeral pyre and buried together with their ashes mixed for eternity.

This seems familiar.  Where have I heard this before?  Think, man…THINK!

Got it!

“For never was a story of more woe. Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. …” 

So what about my family legend? 

Is it true? 

“As true as the strength of the belief and the nerve it hits,” I say in my best Irish brogue.