I'll bet grasswipe Judy Smith's forebears would be proud to know how their genes have fared in the 21st century. Mumbling, wandering, bundled-up Judy still reminds me of that guy in my little town when I was a kid. He'd come into the barbershop with a bunch of those little green glass prescription bottles druggists used to use. Without a word, he'd get down and fill each bottle with hair from around the barber's chair. Then he'd leave. Unlike grasswipe Judy, he didn't pull a little Red Flyer wagon, and he never wore more than one coat.
I wonder how many generations she has between 1600 and now; circa 400 years.
We would tend to have about 12-16 generations.
But remember, apparently--in her own words, remember--the grasswire primitive, who looks to be about 65-70 years old, has a five-year-old great-great-grandson. Meaning five generations were produced in circa 60-65 years.
I'll bet Judy has to research about 30-33 generations to get back to
anno domini 1600, if that's a marked trend in her family, children bearing children.
Weird.