Living far from my hometown, I’m not often reminded of my many ancestors. I live my day to day life with thoughts of those around me. It wasn’t until my recent trip to Ohio, where my family originated, that I had a moment to reflect on who I really am. I can trace the women in my family starting from England in the 1700s; Susanna, Sarah, Julia, Martha, Belle, Lotti, and Kathleen.
What they must have endured! Although their lives must have been difficult- no comforts. They also had such rich lives full of books, songs, homegrown food- no technology. Each woman survived and thrived with their own individual strengths. Perhaps it was these strengths that were passed down each generation.
We sometimes feel so alone, but we have them with us. They are part of our bodies and souls. Their choices have helped lead us to where we are. I see my face in several of their photos. How amazing to be part of something so much bigger than ourselves! I gain strength from this and I hope you do too. Connections are far greater than we can ever imagine!



Amy enjoys using poetic language to capture the essence of the ordinary. Her work has been published in Word-Dancers: The Poets of Southwest Florida and Florida Weekly.

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