Sometimes, I really think those who lie beneath our feet are letting us know they appreciate our remembrance of their lives. Tonight, I was at a relative’s little family plot that has no real grass; mostly dirt and twigs with just random, splotchy bits of weeds and greenery. But there it was… this little lone… Continue reading Little Gifts
Seems so backwards to tear up what remains left of the depot only to build a fake “colonial” experience on top of it. Even building a proposed “welcome center/museum” in its place to “honor” it, is a far disservice to what took place on those grounds and what importance it played.