Hoo Hoooooo! I thought maybe I'd find a glaring flaw in all that, but about 12 too many fence posts, and 2 too many barley pops got the better of me about half way through. Your family sounds like mine. My Grammaw was one of 8 offsprings, 6 of whom were married to a sibling-in-law. I have concluded that either they had found the Mother Lode of prospective mates, or pickin's was slim in pre-WWI Eldorindo, Ga.