When I was growing up, my mother had a book with a picture of a tree with roots and branches. On the roots, were two pictures of her father and mother. In the branches where pictures of my mother and her sister. Next to them were pictures of their husbands.
As our family grew, my mother’s tree grew, too. She put pictures of each of her children. There were nine of us. It was through this pictorial representation that I understood how to start a family tree.
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