Growing up, we had a plum tree in our backyard. Its harvest was abundant but neglected and forgotten, left only to produce the delicious stone fruit that would inevitably fall to the ground to become a food host for some brood of bugs. So forgotten that our mom recently denied even having such a tree. Hence our reason for beginning this online journal.  For mom. For dad. For ourselves. A humble attempt to archive tidbits of our pasts and presents that without such might be long forgotten like that one plum tree.