Nostalgia for the family home where many generations are raised, and our childhood memories exist side by side with ghosts and heirlooms of ancestors past, will soon be a thing of the past. Our generation is cleaning out the homes of our deceased elders and selling them instead, forced by today’s American economy to move far from home, to smaller more temporary places, and often more than once. Nostalgia has had to give way to minimalism’s abandonment of anything that does not earn its keep. Traditions of who we are are giving way to a culture of cyclical transition, and the woman of the home who used to be the keeper of the flame of her family’s heritage must now be out making a paycheck of her own. We need to take extra pains to record and preserve not only our ancestors’ legacy, but our own, or what will our children’s children know of us?