The small world keeps amazing me. My grandma left Arenzville to marry a preacher who took her all over until they raised their kids in Minnesota. My brother spent a couple summers detassling corn on my great uncles seed farm but I think I’ve only been there twice. Once for my grandmas funeral. But when I got my dna done and filled out my family tree it became clear that I’m probably related to every third person with a German last name in the county. I need to make it down there now for a reunion.