I laid in my bed trying to sleep one night. I thought of my family and all the endless local history conversations came into my mind for some reason. Being from a small town, or rather a closely knit cluster of small towns, everyone is pretty well versed in who’s who’s son or father or whatever. Each new name in the conversation would lead eventually to a new line of ancestors and stories about one or more of them. My mind raced through some of them while I tried to remember how someone (can’t remember who) is related to me.

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