This is my wife’s grandmother at Thanksgiving in October. She’s not far shy of 90, and still keeping her own house. She talks incessantly about connections and families and who married who, and who has which children, and who divorced who. My wife (Erin, that is) thinks grandma keeps her marbles by fitting everyone into her vast Grand Unified Family Tree, like a medieval monk’s mental cathedral. If your family was in the Salvation Army in Canada at any point since 1940, she can make a connection to someone she knew in person.