This book made me cry. That might not sound like much of an endorsement if you are forced to appear in public during the day, or don’t fancy soppy novels, or think it means the book is horrible, but it’s not like that. Let me explain.
The curse of Netflix is its excessive supply: most nights it takes us half an hour to choose something. While browsing movies last night, my husband chose The Flat based on its intriguing description — and then watched in puzzlement for 15 minutes before realising it wasn’t in fact a thriller.
Genealogy is one of my main passions in life. I’ve written about this very topic for Persephone before. When I hear people talk about how they’d like to trace back their ancestors, I get incredibly excited.
My Grandma Wink was the only of my four grandparents who wasn’t born in the United States, which, to me, made her the most interesting. She was five when her family emigrated from the Netherlands, so she didn’t have many stories about the “old country” but she remembered Ellis Island very well.
A few years ago, my mother discovered a dangerously addictive, time-sucking website: Ancestry.com. She already knew quite a bit about both sides of her family, thanks to relatives who shared information and an amazing album her father’s father left, filled with photos of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins, their names carefully written underneath in […]