I could be wrong, but I think I just saw my great-grandfather in a picture with
Eliza Jane Thompson in a Ken Burns documentary for like half a second (I know his face and outline very well, as his picture hangs in my office; like many of my family, including the aunt from whom I get my pseud, he was an educator). Regardless, it was kind of neat to recognize the rough structure of Hillsboro, OH, where I visited my grandmother for so many years.
(Side note: my mother's grandfather was a Temperance crusader, and my father's father was a rum runner. And in those two facts, you have everything you need to know about my family.)
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