Collective memory is preserved through story-telling, a ritual integral to family experience, but as time passes, the stories often bear an increasingly warped resemblance to reality. In my weavings, I interrogate the idea of 20th century American immigrant identity through the journey of my own family from “foreigners” to “Americans” in just three generations. The process of gathering and weaving together these confused scraps of memory and homeland (American and otherwise,) creates a new fabric of memory both wistful and wary. Responding to Marianne Hirsch’s writings on post-memory, and the idea of a “post-generation” acting as the heirs, collateral damage, and the interpreters of their parents’ and grandparents’ experiences, I emotionally process and criticize the aftermath of my family’s WWI migration to America. The weaving itself becomes a representation of loss and retrieval, but the unsettling glitching and splicing of the image within diverts the instinct towards nostalgia. Attempting to make sense of this uneasy inheritance raises questions about the American identity as a modern social hierarchy while a glitchy material sensibility represents a refusal to over sentimentalize or accept an inheritance created on such foundations.