We were family then. We are family now. Won't you come home again?

It is an age of discoveries...[...]...It's as if everything old has meanings now we hadn't ever known, and everything new is like an old thing we are only just now finding.

But we must think of them not only as they have been but as what they might become.

Dear Jo' she said, 'what a day this maybe.' 'It's the end, Mrs. Weaver.' 'Maybe it's the beginning.