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My grandmother was a wondrous woman. She lived through two World Wars, bore 15 children, lost her husband and plottered through life without complaining: "niet kniezen, niet zeuren", which is Dutch for "no moping, no moaning". I am looking at a picture of her standing in my parents' garden behind a wooden wheelbarrow serving as a flower pot, courtesy of my mother's creative gardening. She is holding the stems of two tall sunflowers, peekabooing through them with a cheeky smile. That picture has [...]