You're French, aren't you?

And out of everyone from my great-grandmother's line, I'm the only one who has spoken it since she died a few years before I was born.

( How that came in handy in the latest genealogy puzzle )

Maybe someday we'll just have to go to all the St. Sulpices in Bordeaux in person and see what we can find out now that my French is a bit more polished than it was in the 1990s. We were in Bordeaux during our whirlwind European vacation in 2001, although not near any of them & it was also the location of the only fight (so far) with my husband where I was so angry I had to just leave the room and go walk for a while.