Anita Mabel, my grandmother, at age 16.She was a sweet woman who I loved very much. She lived an extremely hard life, part of which you can read about in her journal. She always tried to gloss over the bad things that happened to her, right up to the end when she died several years ago.
Anna Oldenburg Ellis, my great-grandmother.
I don't know much about her, except that she had a tenuous hold on her sanity, and yet managed to raise her children alone, abandoned by her husband. In the early nineteen-hundreds, that can't have been easy. She was raised speaking primarily German and had a great store of German swear words, which none of the grandchildren could understand.
Sophie Henning, my great-great-grandmother.Sophie was the first of my ancestresses to come to the United States. She came on a ship as a German immigrant in the late eighteen-hundreds.
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