It began with a third grade assignment. Evie needed to interview an older relative for a history report. Three generations sat down at my mom's kitchen table in Fargo.
“What were your parents like?” Evie asked my mother.
She tugged a thread, gently, and a story tumbled out. The story was new to me and older than all three of us.
I knew that my grandmother Henryka was a teacher and school principal with a stern demeanor but a soft spot for her only granddaughter.
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| Headmaster Henryka was as smart as she was tough. |
