The Morzov Tree

Anna Morzov was eight. She was in third grade. She lived in Cleveland, Ohio. She loved her mother, father, and little sister. She liked her house, and she had lots of friends. She even liked school.


But she did not like her name. She thought it sounded funny. Her father always told her to be proud of her name. She did not know why he said that.


Now Anna had to draw a family tree - the Morzov family tree! She did not know anything about her family. Well, she knew about her mother, father, and little sister. She knew a little bit about her Aunt Sue and Uncle Jeff. She did not know much more than that.


"Dad, I have to draw a Morzov family tree for school," she complained. "I do not know anything about the old ones. Grandma and Grandpa Morzov died before I was born."


"Yes, they did," her father said. "They were only in their sixties when they died. I know where you can find out about them. You can also find out about the rest of the family, too."


Mr. Morzov took Anna up to the attic. He showed her a dusty stack of boxes in one corner. "Look in these boxes," he said. "You will find what you need in there. I will sit in the chair by the window and enjoy the sun."


Anna opened the first box. She found old photo albums. In the albums, she found very old pictures. They were not in color. The pictures showed people in coats and hats. The people were holding American flags. They looked tired, but they also looked happy. Anna asked her father about the people in the picture.


"Those are your great-great-grandfather and great-great-grandmother," Anna's father said.


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