After reading Chairman Joe’s Wannaskan Almanac blog post of Friday, December 13, 2019 about Robinson Crusoe, I remembered a Des Moines Register & Tribune newspaper article of my grandmother, Anna Louise Barnhart, and one of her younger brothers, Edward Barnhart, when they were reunited in Des Moines, IA, after forty-one years apart. “You’re somebody I used to know,” she had said. “But I can’t recall your name.” The stranger laughed long and loud. “I’m your brother, Ed,” he said. “Yes, a person does change a lot in forty-one years,” agreed Mrs. Reynolds, of 819 E. Twenty-second Street, and Edward Barnhart of Brooklyn, NY, who saw each other for the first time in that many years. The reunion ended a search that led Barnhart, his wife and son, from their home in New York to Iowa where they did not even know what town his sister lived. Starting at Ames, where he had been told she lived, Barnhart by chance found a man who said he knew a Reynolds