This essay has no pretensions either as biography or as literature but as the account of the life of my family as far as I can gather. If it reads like fiction it is because, lacking concrete documentation, I've fallen back on invention to fill in the details. I'm sure that there has been as much drama in my antecedents' lives that could give substance to a novel but like most ordinary people their lives have never been recorded. I would be happy if family or friends can help with the missing details.