Picture yourself at a hedonistic family reunion of nineteen lovable descendants of Leonidas and Pearl Tredgold, gathered together at their ancestral summer home for a three-day jubilation. Grandpa Leo came to Canada from the Shepley orphanage in Bournemouth in 1889. He was eleven years old. If he were still alive, he´d be 131. He spent his lonely adolescent years on the Toronto waterfront, then went west by train to Port Arthur in 1899. A year later he married Pearl Nettleship, a young unwed mother, and after having his arm broken by a runaway horse became a successful haberdasher and lamp maker. The following year Pearl bore him a son, William, my future grandfather. And the year after that, twin baby girls, Imogen and Idabel, who sadly did not survive infancy. So come rub shoulders with Grandpa William´s three dutiful daughters, Ruth, Marge and Rosemary, plus their unsavory husbands, adult children and sons-in-law. Come join the muckraking fun. Help dig up the past. Sample Uncle Lester´s potent rum punch. He calls it "truth serum." Laugh or be shocked, as nostalgia turns into reproach, innocence into guilt, anecdote into accusation. And when it´s all over, try picking up the pieces. It won´t be easy, but that´s what loving families do.