As the region industrialized, our ancestors changed with it, migrating from fields to factories to the office, moving as they did from the country to the city to the suburbs, where I grew up. I am a child of the twelfth generation, and the first whose lives were not touched by need. Think about that for a moment. How fortunate we are. But our years of plenty did not free us from suffering. My mother lived a life of inner turmoil, my father a life of inner contentment, yet both ended their lives by suicide. (That's Mom, a study in light and dark.)