Once upon a time, about 377 years ago, my great-great-great-great-great-great- grandfather Christian Wäber was toiling on his farm in Canton Basel, in the tiny village of Bretzwil. In the meantime, my wife's great-great-great-great-...great grandmother Margreth Straumann was probably milking cows or carrying water, about 11 km away in Waldenburg.

Nearly 400 years later, two of their descendants, scattered around the US, found one another, fell in love and got married. Later, after they had been married a few years and began researching their heritage did they find out that both Christian and Margreth moved to Oberdorf between 1673-1683.

Pretty crazy coincidence, hunh?