I would never lay claim to some sort of genetic Goth spirit, but I will easily lay claim to genetic weirdness with a taste for the macabre. I was raised in a household where bringing home snakes, turtles, bugs, and the occasional sun bleached bone was not cause for worry, but rather a really neat addition to the household (even for just a day or two in the case of living things).
I was also raised on the works of Edward Gorey, especially The Wuggly Ump.
This well worn copy was given to me by my mom and given to her and her siblings by my Grandad, John Lohman. He bought it the year it was published, 1963, when my mom was 13. He even inscribed it at the time. (I added the bookplate later.)
This is definitely what I would call one of my prized possessions. There have been several reprints, if you find you need your own copy or want to get a copy for a kid in your life. Be warned though, it isn’t a nice story, with a happy ending for kids.
BTW, today is Edward Gorey’s Birthday. You can learn more about him here.