My grandfather, a Canadian businessman, had moved to Boston in the early part of the 20th century. After the tragic death of his child and wife he married his secretary. They had a daughter, and then when my grandmother was pregnant with her second daughter--my mother--a major snowstorm arrived. The Brookline doctor who came to deliver the baby had the name "Eveline," and so in gratitude for his making the dangerous trip, my mother was named after him.
I knew my mother had been born in Dedham when Alexis and I were considering buying a house, but i didn't know where it was. My brother happened to get a copy of my mother's birth certificate in order to get his passport, and it had the address of her birth on it. I went to the address the other day--less than 2 miles from my house--and took a picture of it.