This book is a testament of a very old woman constantly made aware that who I am and who I am becoming is part of an everlasting story that has a past, a present and a future.
My life has grown out of the lives of my ancestors and flows into the lives of my descendants, yet much of my history is unknown even to my children. Evidence of family history going back to 1798 existed; documents were scattered and deteriorating. They are drawn together for my children and my children’s children.
Memory deceives; references from experts are used to demonstrate that memory is both unreliable and reliable. Luck shapes any life; quotations from other sources counteract any suggestion that my fortunate life was the result of my own actions. Born in 1933, I have had experiences that could only have been dreams for my parents and for many of my contemporaries, personal experiences set against a background of historical events.
Slowly, patterns emerge in my story intermingling with patterns emerging from the lives of my ancestors.