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This drawing tells the story of each of my family members' births--(mostly in their own language--quoted), beginning with my Grandmother, who was born on the kitchen table, on Christmas Day in 1922. The process began by writing letters to each individual asking them to share what they could remember. The same birth was often told in two or more very different stories. No one could remember some of my uncles' birth stories, where they were born; for one uncle the only story I could collect was that Grandpa was glad he was born New Year's Eve, so he could get a deduction on that year's taxes. Colloquialisms were shared across voices; one in particular was... 'and POP,' with someone plucking at the inside of their cheek, 'baby came out.'