My grandfather was born outside of Dublin in the town of Skerries. He was last there in 1919 after the end of World War 1. He died before I was born, so all I have connecting me to him are photos, memorabilia, and notebooks written in indecipherable shorthand. A couple years ago, I finally made the journey to Ireland with his photos as my guide. Not only is Skerries very similar to how it was almost 100 years ago, but it turns out one of my cousins still lives in the same thatched roof house. I need to go back and spend more time meeting these other McGuinnesses.