Closing Narration: There is in the wonder of childhood the magic of believing— the all-entrusting sensitive mind that reaches out to be touched. Our Grandfather's long presence on this mountain made him live on in the lives of the family who cherished him, somehow even unto a great-grandson he never knew. Blessings need not always be understood, only deeply felt. That Thanksgiving Day in 1947 became a day of release and discovery. I'd come home again, and home was still there.