Jack of Harts

After the French Revolution, they went crazy.  They took our lands, our money, and our lives.  The French side of my family, those who had lived in Normandy for nearly a millennium, were part of the landscape itself, faced mobs that spit on their faces before the guillotines took their heads off.  They were the lucky ones.  A very few escaped.  We helped them rebuild elsewhere, far away from France.  We never forgot Normandy.