My dear cousin is busy these days compiling his memories and photographs so that his children and grandchildren will have concrete knowledge of their heritage. Several years ago we made a trip to Italy together with our spouses to visit the place where our grandfather was born, a small town just south of Naples, called Gragnano. When we went to the Municipal Building to see if we could find any family records, we were received like long lost relatives by the office staff. They spent the entire day digging up documents to help us better know our ancestors. To add to this kindness one of our new friends personally escorted us to the farmland where our grandfather and his six siblings had been born over a hundred years before, introducing us to locals who greeted us warmly. We felt as though we had come home. And after a wonderful vacation, we went home. Home is where the heart is. We all have many homes – anyplace where we are warmly welcome.