We ate dinner at San Miguel, a simple, unpretentious Mexican restaurant we enjoy.
I researched my great-grandmother Annie Rehkopf tonight on the internet. I had been under the impression, based upon a bit of family oral history from an uncle, that she had been the immigrant generation from Germany. It turns out she was the grand-daughter of the immigrant generation. I also learned that her grandparents arrived in 1854 at age 50, from Edesheim, Germany. Her grandfather's ancestors had included an 18th C. lawyer/magistrate back in Germany who handled "very small cases". Her grandfather was a cabinet-maker. Her father ran a mattress factory. My uncle recalls Annie Rehkopf, who played the piano and sang songs in German. Her grandfather had lived for a quarter-century in Memphis, Tennessee (I found an article from 1876 about her grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary). The whole family immigrated after a daughter had come over 4 years previously. Annie Rehkopf married a McAdoo,and my grandmother was one of their daughters. I wish that I had thought to ask my mom when she was alive about her memories of her grandmother, who lived well into my mother's teen years. I was pleased to learn so much. My family is blessed with lots of genealogy buffs, including my younger brother.
The Rehkopf family had an entire family tree website that road-mapped it all out for me. A few odd things, of course, like the website referring to Annie as "Annie Amelia" and my brother's tree as "Annie Laurie", but I'll be able to unravel those minor mysteries over time.
I worked hard and well today. I like hard, well-done work.