This summer I was camping with a friend whose parents and grandparents were raised in the USA and whose son and grandchildren are alive and living not to far from him. Five generations and maybe more of family living in one country, speaking a common language, and spending time together. These family gatherings, like the one I was at, involved many stories. Stories of my friend’s youth and his parents and even grandparents adventures and life. Stories told casually over food. Bits and pieces of ...