For me, it began with a love story. But not a romance. It was the story about the love a child has for her grandparents. Over time, the story evolved into an investigation of the history of these people who had been the bedrock of my childhood…the when and the where of it all. And even more recently, and exploration and analysis of the psychology of my ancestors. The what and why of the life they cared out for themselves. And very, very often, the “How”. An attempt to understand the cloth from which I’m cut, so to speak.