Pat, thanks for the sweet words about my photo. Note that sad little faceÖ Neither my mother nor I had ever been away from a very remote and beautiful area of New Hampshire. My mother had just remarried a man I didn't know, and I was being ripped from my beloved Nana and Gramps to go to a foreign land (I don't know if I was old enough to understand that). But as young as I was (I think about 18 months) I knew that I was leaving my grandparents, whom I adored, and I was completely grief stricken. I'm sure Mom was terrified as well, because this was right after WWII, and we'd just fought Japan, where we were going - by sea - alone - as my stepdad was already there. We adjusted once we got there. The Japanese were wonderful to us (they were fascinated by my extremely blonde hair), and that was the beginning of a nomadic life that finally ended for me when I moved to Florida after spending a year and a half in Madagascar. I wanted ROOTS! So 44 years later I live in the same house I did when I moved here, and I have my roots! Whoo hoo!