Sometimes I’m struck by what unexpected influence exists in my life. (This is a bit of a continuation from yesterday’s post, as I was waxing a little sentimental at the time.)
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When I think of extended family roots, I imagine homesteads I’ve never actually been to: farms my dad worked on as a lad and fields of dairy cattle. Likewise rural areas for my mother. Sometimes I think of cemeteries we’ve visited in an attempt to honor those before us, even as we’re starting to forget all the plots we ought to visit. My grandparents, sometimes great grandparents first moved away from the homesteads. Then my parents moved for work. I went off for college. But while I’ve gone through my share of seemingly rootless stages, I’ve rediscovered a family birthplace and it’s one worth pointing out to our children.