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For a few minutes on Saturday, I was related to The Pilgrims. Not just, related. Descended. Directly descended via my 8th great grandfather, an original passenger on The Mayflower. Suddenly, my crazy love for Thanksgiving all became clear. Why had this been kept from me my entire life? How did my mother not know that her family held such mythical importance in the founding of the country?