It is a cool and windy day at the Wiater Farm. Uncle Chet told me that Wiater means wind in Polish and we got our last name because of this story.

Aunt Monica's tea set got some use at the party on Friday. It is amazing how an item can cause a flood of memories to came back like the flood of 1938.

As I get older and think back about all the questions I should have asked and wonder what parts of our history is still untold.