Being the “Link” Between Your Grandchildren and their Ancestors
The room was empty except for little eight year old Hazel who was standing in front of the tree, her finger tracing from her own picture on a high limb of the tree down through her parents limb and down through our trunk, and down into the roots of her grandparents. Hazel didn’t notice me peeking in and, thinking she was alone, spoke loudly to herself as her finger reached the picture of her great grandmother. “I’m one-eighth from YOU” she declared. There was pride in her voice—and a certain kind of strength and resilience.