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Gone, Not Forgotten

In 1834, Richard Henry Dana sailed south from Boston around Cape Horn and up the long Pacific coast to California. Upon seeing the vast emptiness of our coastal land he wrote in his diary, “What brought us into such a … Continue reading

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Remembrance of Things Past

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,  I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,  And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste: Then can I drown an … Continue reading

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Born to Run

I’m on a work project with no time to write, so I am posting this oldie but goodie. Enjoy! I have lots of photos of my father’s mother. Portraits of her as a child. Portraits of her as a young … Continue reading

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Stories My Father Never Told Me

No time to write this weekend. Here’s an oldie but goody….Mine is not a family of storytellers. I don’t know what my father did in World War II. I don’t know if his heart skipped a beat the first time … Continue reading

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I Never Loved Her More

Snow came the night we reached Shenandoah in late December of 1968 after driving night and day from Southern California to make it while there was still time. It lay shining on the fields in the light of a full moon, glistening on … Continue reading

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Her Careless Naming of Human Property

I’m venturing toe-deep into the subject of slavery. I cannot even begin to write eloquently about that atrocity; too many people have said it better than I ever could, and I don’t want to dive into it if I can’t … Continue reading

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What Do We “Really” Discover in Our Ancestors?

Why do we do it? Why do we spend our time digging into the past, an exercise that is sure not to change the world in any meaningful way? Why do we spend hours on end combing through dusty stacks … Continue reading

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