How I’m Finding Myself in My Family History

By Annie Mark-Westfall — LETTERS FROM BERLIN

We are back in New York this week for Grandma Bea’s 100th birthday celebration, relishing the blessed, cacophonic chaos of a house bursting full of family. My saint of a mother wakes with my jet-lagged toddlers at 4:00 am, so I can rest and recover from the strep throat that I picked up on the airplane. As I lay in bed listening to the…