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    Walking the ground to see for oneself if what has been told is true.

    I would propose that if we listen for the voices human or otherwise that speak from the time past right here where you are standing no matter where you are living you will hear the voices from the collective past, the voices that teach you where you truly are.

    My mothers family all came from the Eastern Shore of Maryland: farmers, carpenters , butchers, teachers and one preacher.
    Both my mom’s parents’ families had been there in that place since the 1600s.

    I always knew I was from the Eastern Shore even though I grew up in Baltimore. My grandfather had moved to the city during the Great Depression to find work but we went back to the shore every couple of months and summers and holidays. When I was young we went on the ferry.

    I went to college on the shore. I always knew I would go back there to live my life.

    Instead- in 1984 I got married and moved to Central Maine.

    ps. This is my great great great grandfather's headstone. His brother built the church.
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