The other night I visited my grandfathers first cousins. I don't know the title of my relation to them, (3rd cousins twice removed?) However, its only the name of the relation that is confusing, in reality its simple---My grandpa had cousins, they're family. From them I learned some family history. Family history is one of the few things in the world that we cant find online, so I'm happy I had the chance to discover a little more of my own.
These cousins were born in the States but moved to Israel in 1969, Israel was only 13 yrs old. Hence, they were in Israel for most of its suspenseful history.
They showed me a wooden spice box that my dad had made in his wood working days. It was amazing to see one of my dads pieces so far away from home and to think that he made it when he was not to much older than I am now.
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