Yesterday we returned home from a two-week visit to Estonia with our grown daughters. The trip was a long-anticipated odyssey to introduce them to the other half of their heritage, to let them see and walk in the places about which they have heard from their grandparents and me. For Jo Ann and me it was our second trip since Estonia regained its freedom in 1991. The journey had special meaning because it was the first time our ‘core family’ had spent time alone after our girls grew up and went to college more than thirty years ago. Now in their early 50s they are both mothers of grown children, and one is even a 4-time grandmother.