STACITA.

I'm in Tucson, AZ right now... cleaning out my Gramps' apartment. He kept EVERYTHING. Birth certificates, social security cards, my father's report cards, my grandmother's transcript, every card, letter and anything I ever sent him. Talk about pack rat. (But secretly, it's amazing.)

By far, the most incredible thing I ever found are these audio recordings -- blank tapes that my grandparents would use to tape noises. They have me crying as a baby, and best of all, four years of Passover seders with Gramps leading the meal (1986-1989).  It's unbelievable, somehow, I now have this captured moment of time of his voice, and he was so happy just to hear his 9-old granddaughter sing the four questions (in better Hebrew than she could now!) and occasionally throw in a "cha-cha-cha" or bang on the table during Dayenu.

Lucky.