into the grass

In my family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.

Go back two generations and the names and lives of our forebears vanish into the grass. All we could get out of mother was that her grandmother had met her grandfather at a lumber mill; and sometimes in my father's expansive histories his father died an early death shortly after abandoning the family.

Sometimes I'm not sure if they actually said these things, or if these are stories that I have told myself. The only certainty is that I come from a set of storytellers.

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