Note from Robyn: In 1942, my grandparents, aunties, and uncles were among the 120,000+ Japanese Americans forcibly removed from their homes on the west coast and placed in concentration camps set in remote and desolate locales throughout the West and in Arkansas. They and their families lived in barracks surrounded by barbed wire and guard towers. A few anecdotes about “camp” were mentioned here and there by my family as I was growing up however many of their experiences went untold. Post-war, my family found their way to Chicago, a hub for Japanese Americans during the resettlement period, where they raised their families and remained throughout the spans of their lives. My late grandmother, Nancy Hisako Nishimura, lived for decades in the same midcentury home she and my grandfather built together in Lombard, IL during the late 1950's. I loved this house; it's the place where my family gathered around the dining room table together and that has been witness to the stories, dynamics, connections and ripples that I'm attempting to learn about today. My grandma's home became a container for the building and realization of this work.