After my great-uncle survived Auschwitz and came to America in the late 1940s, he got a job selling shoes in Braintree, Mass.
This one focuses on her great-uncle, a celebrated musician who, family lore says, decided to lie down and die after his wife broke his instrument, a tar, over her knee.
If you had grown up taking your Sunday lunches at Bill Clinton's great-uncle's house, you would have developed a weight problem too.