“Come back here!” I growled. “I have a burning question to ask you.” This, to my mother, dead since 2008.
My partner Walter, a physician, gave me a DNA kit to complete and send in; I expected no surprises. My father’s parents fled from a Polish shtetl before the Holocaust. My mother was a German Jew, eighth generation in the U.S., with family portraits of Altmanns, Oettingers and Ullmanns to attest to her lineage....