What dreams may come...

Strange enough, I have dreamed of my mother and her family every night this week. I awoke this morning with a sense of longing that I have never felt before. I really know nothing of my mother's family. Amongst her things (that I was rifling through at 2 this morning) I found a picture of the house that my Great Aunt Ann Margaret had owned. I am named after my Aunt Ann, as was my mother and grandmother. Seeing this picture made me long to know what she was like. I can't express how I felt when I looked at it.
It is a simple black and white photo, same as any other from that time period I imagine. Yet..somehow... I felt as if I was there by looking at it. As tears rolled down my cheeks I could feel the Lake Superior Breeze that blew through the trees of the photo just as I could almost smell the lilacs that my mother told me once grew there. My mother loved these lilac bushes and kept clippings that grew under the window of our farm.
I know nothing of Ann... and there is no one left to ask questions of.
Am I like her? Do I carry any resemblance to the woman who's name that has been passed down to me?
I miss home...