Shon
Bjerregaard
I was in Smiths grocery store on 8th
south in Salt Lake City, UT. I walked up to the pharmacist
and asked to have a prescription filled. I handed the
pharmacist the paper and he did a double take. He then looked
me in the eye and asked "Are you brother and sister?" I
ignored him and began reading a sign on the counter, because I
knew he wasn't talking to me.
Nobody answered him so I looked up to
see who he was talking to. He was still staring at me. I
quickly turned and noticed a woman my age sitting on the chair
behind me. I looked back at him and asked "Are you talking to
me?" he said "yes" and he looked over to the young woman.
She jumped up and asked the same
question. He again said "yes". The woman and myself just
stood looking at each other. At the exact same time, we asked
each other "Are you a Bjerregaard?" The excitement was very
apparent on both of our faces. It was like finding a long
lost friend.
We tried to find out how we were
related. Both listing off Aunts, Uncles, Cousins,
Grandfathers and Grandmothers. Nothing matched. Wow, I
thought. This is a Bjerregaard that I have never met and have
never heard of. What are the odds?
I am ashamed to say that neither of us
knew the family history that well. We both were told the
story about our wealthy great, great grandfather that was
murdered. But we didn't know his name. Both of us were very
proud about our family and were very excited. I now know
that Andrew was a great, great, uncle to me.
