last place...

Yeah, that's the feeling right now...

but I am really referring to the posts from this past week. And they were really good and insightful. I loved reading them. I didn't really find any of them to be cliche. My last place would be Hungary. After my grandmother died, I had to go to the house to help my parents clean it up and prepare it for sale. I was the only one helping and I went about once or twice a week - weekends and maybe a day or two after work. I found so many things - bibles, cards, funeral cards, clothes, 78's, magazines, mementos, legal forms, and pictures. I have been working since then to piece my father's family history back together. That includes nagging him to id people in photos (he hates it and so does mother), figuring out what languages were in the bibles and written on the photos - Hungarian - and then trying to translate a language I do not speak. I have also looked up the towns on the forms and collected images (from the internet) of where the family lived. This is one of the things I do in my spare time. I even found out what my real last name should be - it was treated by dad as a big family secret lost to time. So eventually I will have enough information to go to Hungary and perhaps find some relatives - if any are still alive. The American faction is nearly gone... I should call this the Matta-Beri project... ha...