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Experience: I am a great-great-great-grandmother


Six-generation families – especially an unbroken line of women – are very rare. I don’t expect to see a seventh

I was 16 years old when I met Ron. We were both working at the Quaker Oats flour mill in Saskatoon, Canada, and he was the most handsome guy there. More importantly, he was kind. We married soon afterwards. I was 21 when I became a mother, which was not unusual in the 1940s. Gwen’s birth was pretty straightforward, and I loved having a baby around. Five years later, we had a second child, Gloria. I’d spend hours at the sewing machine making dresses and dolls clothes for the girls and my nieces. In 1953, well into my 30s, I had a son, Garth.

Gwen was 16 when she gave birth to her first child Grace; Grace, in turn, was about 20 when she had my great-granddaughter Amanda. We noticed a pattern emerging when Amanda had her firstborn, also a daughter, at 18. No one was surprised when Alisa started talking about wanting to have children while young. She says she wasn’t influenced by her parents and grandparents; she and her husband just wanted to be able to experience new things with their children while they were young enough to keep up.

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