Yesterday, I stood in the kitchen of my ancestral home in Grand Valley, ON. It was kind of neat, driving up the laneway and imagining my grandmother (Nanny), as a child running up that laneway after school. The folks who live there now, Karen and Tom, were delightful hosts. As I gazed upon the kitchen ceiling that was hand carved by William Stuckey, I was in awe. I felt the spirit of my ancestors joining us. I could see and feel the smile of my Nanny, so pleased we had made the visit to her home. I thought of the hours of work that went into carving that ceiling and I was proud. I learned that they had hives of bees for making honey, that blew my mind, as I  was born with a real fear of bees. It made me wonder if I lived another life back then, and was attacked by a swarm. It was a warm welcome, both spiritually and physically. My sister, Sharon, my cousin Judy and her Dad were accompanied by our cousin Ralph who grew up in that house. It had been over 50 years since Ralph stood in that kitchen, He  was thrilled. His wife Vi, was pleased for him and it showed. Thank you Karen, and Tom, so much for that peek into our past. It brought us home to our roots and it was truly a gift.