Aunt Olga and Uncle Boris

A Tribute to Uncle Boris and Aunt Olga:

We all love learning about our heritage, and yesterday, I discovered the existence of my Aunt Olga and Uncle Boris, who lived almost 100 years ago. I'll never know what happened to them; they disappeared when Boris was 11 and Olga 9, after leaving a note saying that they were running away to join the circus. We only have one photograph, in which Boris stands tall in his sailor suit at the side of his sister, who is clutching a hoop. They are both serious and earnest for children. It nearly brings me to tears to think about their unknown fate.

Isn't that fascinating?

Isn't it wonderful that my family has such a unique history?

There's only one problem; it isn't true. The kids in the picture are Czar Nicholas and his little sister. I don't really have an Uncle Boris or an Aunt Olga. I don't even have a drop of Russian heritage. *sniff* I wish. What happened was, my dad's Cousin Will sent me a letter, asking me to go to youtube and look up Yehudi Menuhin Plays Brahms Hungarian Dance no. 5, (which really is impressive,) while reading the story he wrote about our Dear Uncle Boris and Sweet Aunt Olga. Cousin Will is a wonderful story teller.