The Tidy Dutch, the Untidy Irish, and Now the Russians

Are your ancestors trying to speak to you? Are you the reluctant possessor of boxes  of photographs, notes, unidentified tintypes, and scraps of paper with your grandmother’s handwriting? Is there a closet? Do you occasionally open the door, sigh, and close it again?...

From How The Bubble Tree Came To Me

Sometime in the holiday season of 1952, my aunt Jane was hurrying through the main floor of the State Street Marshall Field’s in Chicago, a grand landmark department store. In those days, the main floor of Field’s was a full city block square, three stories tall, and...
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