Grandma Rupert. She died when I was 7 What is the legacy that I will preserve for the generations, bottled up for discovery one day by the curious time travelers? What will we wash away with the spin cycle of time, chalked up to what was yesterday? We sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by thousands of photos. My sister and I were overwhelmed by these collected images from the generations of our family. The photos were from both sides of the family tree, with... Read more





