In The Netherlands now, on our way back to the ferry at Amsterdam that takes us about 10 minutes from our front door. Am so ready to be home! Today is Grandma B's birthday. She was born in 1890. Funny how quickly you can get back to the Victorian age!
Grandma, like Grandpa, was of German descent. I grew up thinking I was, too, but then a few years ago I discovered my Dad had been adopted, though they never told him. My DNA test has since informed me that my Dad was half Norwegian, which has been fun. My Dad wasn't put into the orphanage until he was 11 months old, so I'm thinking there is a story there about his birth family.
However, whatever I find out about my dad's original family, my Grandparents will alwayss be my Grandparents. I couldn't possibly have had better.
So I wanted to remember Grandma on her birthday. (She has more posts under her listing in the index on the right!)
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