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History Lives Within Us All

My journey started in a small town in Ohio, born and raised. I’m raising my 2 children in the same home I grew up in, and the same home my mother grew up in. The family memories live all around me, in every nook and cranny, there holds a memory. 

As I was growing up, I watched my mother dive into our families ancestral history, we learned and traveled as we went, putting our feet in the very dirt our family line walked on. I was intrigued, even at a young age. But as I grow older myself, it hits different. 

One memory that hits home, is my mother, and both of my grandparents traveling to the middle of nowhere and finding an old cemetery that held many of our family but time had definitely taken its toll on this rural, mountain side, family cemetery. Instead of letting it go and moving on with our lives, my mom and grandparents had new grave markers made for as many as they could do. What an honor to witness such family pride being upheld. 

I’ll treasure that trip for the rest of my life. And I can only pray that one day, my family lineage down the line would do the same if they came across my final resting place. 

History lives within us all. The way we look, the way we act, it’s all part of a bigger puzzle. We are just a small piece.

~Georgia