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My mother's sister, Merla, (the only living relative from that generation in our family tree) and her husband Bob, made a special overnight stop on their way from visiting their great grandchildren in Tucson back to their home in Colorado. We spend a delightful day together, stuffed ourselves silly with Mexican and then Chinese food, swapped stories from present and past, and swam a few laps in the pool at their motel. Aunt Mer, in her retirement years, has taken up researching the roots of our ancestors. She has a binder full of names and dates, charts and pictures. As quick as she settled in a chair at my home she was off and running with stories and dates and names and photos. And although I've sat and looked through folder with her before, I still enjoy listening to her tell the stories that she has collected.