A story that any family could relate. A grandmother with quirks, a wonderful sense of humor and a coat that held treasures untold. One of nine siblings, some of which were suspected or nefarious dealings. Her offspring, equally quirky and heir to that sense of humor. All lucky enough to marry like-minded spouses and raise like-minded offspring of their own. Having reached the ripe age of "older than adolescent," these cousins began a six-week exchange of e-mail that began with a simple question: "Who has Nana's Coat?" Out of the cobwebs of their aging minds springs forth a youthful recollection-recollections: of beginnings in Dorchester, Massachusetts, of languid summer days at Nantasket Beach on Boston's south shore and of life in Newton, MA, a sleepy suburb.