My grandmother, Mary Mroz Jarkiewicz died when I was 16. After her funeral, we were at her home and were in the basement for some reason that I don’t remember. My uncle Frank showed me a photo that was down there of my then very young grandmother standing outside her home in Poland posing with a wedding party. No one seemed to know who the other people were. It was too late to ask my grandmother anything, but I knew that day that I would find out more…..

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