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October 9, 2018
Today was family history day. I didn't know about Jane, my dadís paternal aunt until I was in high school or college. Dad recounted the summer vacation driving across the country to meet her for the first time, in Bakersfield. And the brand new family Buick breaking down somewhere in Nevada, requiring a new engine. Our past research efforts have been stymied by the fact that grandpa called his sister Jane, yet apparently that is her middle name. But tonight we found Janeís obituary, and learned about her daughter, with -surprise, surprise- the same last name as Grandpa.