SIsters who were sisters - x2
Got a soft spot for cryptic titles? Me too! This weekend, armed with curiosity and hope, I decided to scale my family tree, hunting for forgotten tales. I've always had this itch for dusting off old stories, finding faces and names swallowed by time. I hold a tender spot for the tales of my young, unmarried female immigrant kin. Their narratives, often brushed aside, resonate with a unique blend of hardship and resilience. Unrelated to the Eastland, yet deeply woven into my family's fabric. They couldn't voice their stories; it's now on me to do them justice.