Today the house, in which my father and his 8 brothers and sisters grew up, is being torn down. My grandfather built most of it himself, digging out the cellar by hand after he returned from World War I.

My brother-in-law called me yesterday from the Scranton area to tell me that the local radio talk show devoted much time to talking about my grandparents and the family they raised. I caaught the last 5 minutes online. A lot of good memories in the house.