If you don't know history, then you don't know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn't know it is part of a tree.
- Michael
Crichton
As you have probably figured out by now, I love words, especially those found in inspiring quotes. The above quotation reached in and captured my imagination.
The older I get, the more I appreciate heritage, especially my personal heritage. My ancestors, on both my mother and my father's side, were stalwart men and women. They sacrificed for their children, for their beliefs, for their faitih.
My Mormon ancestors suffered from persecution and abuse that I am only beginning to understand and deplore. What must it have been like, to be driven from one's home, family, and friends?
My Tennessee ancestors endured their own share of trials and poverty. Scraping out a living during the Great Depression, my mother's family clung to their pride and their faith at a time when many people abandoned both.
I started this post with a quote about history. So why am I writing about my ancestry? Because it is my personal history. If I don't know where I came from, how will I know where I am going?
So, for today, I am grateful for heritage.
What a lovely quote, one that I hadn't heard before.
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