The more time I spent examining the contents of the boxes I'd found the more interesting and exciting the story unfurling in front of me became. Each item was unique and carried with it an array of individualized details that acted as clues to understanding the broader narrative of my family. Some photographs had hand written notes right on them. Often the notes were as enlightening as the photos they accompanied. I was struck by what a rare and unorthodox opportunity I'd stumbled onto to learn about members of my immediate family I'd never had the chance to meet when they were alive. I felt compelled to know more and began to gather information about the period when these materials were created using both the library and the Internet. I also started asking questions and tapping into the people who had known my grandparents and great grandparents first hand. The obvious place to begin was with my father, who started by telling me about all of the other cartons of my grandparent's belongings he'd stashed away throughout the apartment.