"I asked Dad if he knew why his grandparents moved here," said Charlotte, who was still holding the picture. "But he didn't know. It's going to be really fun to try to find out!" Charlotte loves a mystery, and she's a pretty good detective. She couldn't wait to get started. It's great to see a kid so excited about a school project.

"Is that your great-grandmother?" I asked, still looking at the photo.

"Yup," said Charlotte. "See, here on the back it says her name: 'Berit Marie Hjielholt Johanssen.' I guess Hjielholt was her name before she got married to my greatgrandfather."

"It's so funny to look at this young woman and hear you call her your great-grandmother," I said.

"I know," Charlotte replied. "Isn't it weird to think that these people who I'm related to lived their whole lives so, so long ago? This picture is from when she graduated from college in Denmark."

I looked at the picture again. Charlotte's great-grandmother had been very beautiful.

There was something about her eyes — they were large and dark, and very expressive. Even though she looked serious in the picture, you could see a little spark of good humor in her eyes. I held the picture up next to Charlotte's face to see if there was any resemblance. At first, I didn't see any. The woman in the picture had blonde hair, and Charlotte's is brown. They both have dark eyes, but Charlotte's didn't look too much like her great-grandmother's. Then I saw it. The dimple. "Charlotte!" I said. "You have a dimple in the exact same place as your great-grandmother had one!"

Charlotte grabbed the picture. "Let's see!" she said. "You're right. Hers isn't showing a lot, because she isn't smiling. That's just how mine is. But you can tell it’s there. Neat!"

I could see that Charlotte suddenly felt connected to the person in the picture, and I was happy for her.