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Well, James, if I *did* talk to her when we're alone, I wouldn't necessarily tell you. This plant is as old as my great-uncle. The story is that my great-uncle's grandmother sent a clipping from HER Christmas cactus to her daughter, on the day he was born. She rooted it, and this is the result. When my great-aunt died, my great-uncle had my parents drive it home from Coeur d'Alene (that was about 13 years ago, I think), and I've had her ever since. I'm the one who named her.