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And I'm here trying to connect to a folk tradition that my family has been a part of for hundreds of years.

I've been thinking a lot about history, about the past, about generations.

About how little I know about any relatives I didn't personally meet. Even my great grandmother's husband, from whom my family name is taken...

I knew my great grandmother. She would have been 103 this year. She lived until I was an adult.

We spent a lot of time together, and I loved her dearly. I learned a lot about the world from her. I didn't learn anything about her Husband from her or her two children other than he died before I was born.

I didn't learn about his family. I didn't learn about her family. I met her (much) younger sister once, shortly before her younger sister died.