Yesterday our family said farewell to the last of a generation. Family came from across the country to the home place to say goodbye. I am sorry that I wasn’t able to be there. Uncle Sherm was the the last patriarch, keeper of the family history and lived on the family homestead (until the last few years). I wanted to be there to pay my respects, but also to meet and talk with the family. As one of the next generation who is helping to record and keep the family stories it was a grand opportunity to listen to them talk and tell stories about what each of them remembered. It was an opportunity to ask questions and touch history. Unfortunately geography, work and time prevented that. Instead I will pull out my family history and revisit what I have collected to honor my Uncle.