The first story, the one we all knew to be true, was that my grandma was adopted from Poplar in 1940; beyond that were some guesses of why and how, which kept her from digging too much.
Cut to 2009, when, age 70, my grandma was presented with a family tree and a phone number that would lead her into her sister’s kitchen for the first time.
Over a welcoming family feast, a mysterious tale unravelled…because the second story, the one they all knew to be true, was that their mother was adopted from Marylebone in 1917.
Now comes story number three; a mouth-watering tale that took us from a kitchen in London and dropped us straight into the ballrooms of Imperial Russia!
Time for a game of ‘Who’s y’r (great-great-grand-)father?’!Read More