Ninety four and a half years and four generations separate these two. The third child in the fifth generation arrived just a couple of weeks before the holiday, another example of the way one family’s tree can branch out in endless directions and still maintain strong roots on a simple farm. My grandmother said little as she held her; in all the photos she seems lost in thought. Perhaps remembering the weight of her firstborn with the same name in her arms those many years ago – the beginning of this sprawling family that comes back each year to tell her thanks.