Aimless rambling, followed by pictures of Stonehenge

My Great Grandmother Anna is a something of a legendary figure within my family.  And quite rightly so: she emigrated—alone—to the United States at age 15, raised a family of seven by herself, and lived to 105, drinking whiskey until the day she died and only moving to a nursing home when her children were… Continue reading Aimless rambling, followed by pictures of Stonehenge