Every family has stories. Some are too good to be true.

Every family has them: stories that have been passed down from generation to generation, shared at holidays, reunions and funerals.

But just because a story is memorable, it doesn’t mean it’s true. I asked readers to share these faulty family memories.

Johnny Bilheimer’s grandmother, Aleta Jessup (nee Aleta Garrison), was a dyed-in-the-wool Southern girl who never wholly reconciled to the fact that the South had lost the Civil War — which, Johnny said, she often pronounced WAW-uh.