This is the story of a family mystery.

My great-grandmother (AKA: Nan) married rather late in life, for her time.  She was 28, and she met her husband in a very Florence Nightingale way by caring for him when he came home from WWI, blind, wounded, and suffering the aftereffects of being gassed.  They had one child -- my Gram (AKA: the only member ( Read more... )