The Ties that Divide

Like many grand narratives, some of the best were often rooted in legends and a bit of mystery. This tale was no exception. As details emerged, so did the many questions that raced through my mind as I hit one brick wall and then another.

The Key to my Heart

“Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing.

But what about your true name?

It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called.

Ever wonder why?

Your true name has the secret power to call you.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

In Reference to her Children

I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.
I nurst them up with pain and care,
No cost nor labour did I spare
Till at the last they felt their wing,
Mounted the Trees and learned to sing.
-Anne Bradstreet

My 8x great grandmother, Anne Bradstreet, wrote poetry during the seventeenth century, and she became known as one of America’s first poets.  Although she was born in Northhampton, England, in her later years, she resided in Andover, Massachusetts.

One of her poems, In Reference to her Children, the mother and poet wrote about her her love for eight children.

Her first book of poetry, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America, was published in 1650.  It was the only book of her poetry printed in her lifetime.