Jack of Harts

It was in Northern Minnesota that two disparate parts of the greater family came back together again. A descendent of the people our daughters had joined generations before in northern Britain showed up in the land tamed by the fishers and farmers and fighters of the old country. A daughter from a long line of sens married a son from a long line of cart makers. Thus my little branch of the greater family got the name Carter. Yes, we get together at the large family reunions with all the Hansens, Christensens, and other sens out there. And yes, my name is Christensen, though that comes from an entirely different source. There are so many sens out there that even we can’t keep them all straight. But I’m very much part of the Carter clan.