Some stories begin with a single photograph. I first opened the album on an ordinary afternoon. It came in a box of family mementoes loaned by my cousin Sonya. The book is heavy—brown leather, its spine now gone, embossed with pink and red ribboned roses.

A decades-old census find led me to Maggie Grassie’s story—her journey from 1856 Edinburgh to Canada, and a surprise heirloom connection.