“Yes. It was painted in 1884, when your ancestor Edgar built the house. Some things have changed within these walls, such as electricity and plumbing, but the foundation and walls are one and the same. Your estate, my dear, is over 100 years old.”
She turned her eyes toward him, and smiling, he kissed her briefly on the lips before turning and taking her hand in his own. Slowly, he began pulling her down the hall. There were paintings of families; all of her ancestors and relatives smiling back at her. Ancestry.com, eat your heart out. Here was her family tree where she could see them all. They came to the last painting on the wall and she stopped. Staring at it, her hand reached up on its own to caress the face of the little boy in the painting. She knew instantly who it was.
“Your fath
