(Thursday, October 30, 2025)
Today I spent hours with my cousin Tom, biking and hearing his stories about the history of the Kenny and Tangletown neighborhoods. When he visited my mother’s 90th birthday party, I asked him: “Do you remember what Winona means?” He did not, so I said, “The first-born daughter. That is me.” He then combined my grandkids’ names into Wyn-Oona, which sounds nearly like Winona. Now he often calls me Winona.