Funny how those things come back. I call them ghosts...us (the way we used to be) and them. I just had a note from my mother fall out of my cookbook. It contained a recipe card from our long-time neighbor. I've spent hours now, looking for photos and writing about them (and the recipes). Working on a family story/recipe book. That made me start. My goal is one recipe a week so the ghosts stop haunting me. Or maybe so I can live with them.