In the fall of 1961, a smiling couple poses for a photo. The handsome man drapes his arm around his lovely bride while she holds their three-month-old daughter. In the background, the family ranch stretches across the mesa.
When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work. ~Edward F. Croker
“I realized I had seen and lived it all—all the successive phases of the frontier, first the frontiersman, then the pioneer, then the farmers and the towns.”
–Laura Ingalls Wilder
The earliest maps were ‘story’ maps. Cartographers were artists who mingled knowledge with supposition, memory and fears. Their maps described both landscape and the events, which had taken place within it, enabling travellers to plot a route as well as to experience a story.
“Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to its own devices and creates you to be much more than reality would ever allow.”
― Jamie Weise
“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
This strange ancestor lived to be 88 years old, and he fathered 17 children. At the time of his death, he had over 280 grandchildren, well when including grandchildren, great grandchildren and great-great grandchildren! What a legacy!
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 spareTill 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.
My brothers saw my mother in a whole new light. She had risen to the level of a superstar, in their little eyes, for she had become a kindred spirit; she had become one with the devilish delights of all that was disgusting, and my brothers loved her all the more for her repulsive juvenile inventiveness.
In the days of the Salem Witch Trials, fears ran rampant as villagers worried about the dark magic of its inhabitants. Superstitions of ancient spells took flight, and many fell victim to false accusations of witchcraft. Even the animals of the region did not escape allegations, for many believed animals would aide witches with their dark craft. Many villagers would often be on the lookout for any creature that exhibited odd behavior.