This appeared on the Nova Scotia list not so long ago and I thought I'd
share it with everyone on this list. I think it explains why we all do what
we do in trying to find our roots.
in Nova Scotia
"I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are to
come. I looked back and saw my father and his father and all our fathers, and in
front to see my son and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond.
And their eyes were my eyes. As I felt so they had felt, and were to feel,
as then, so now, as tomorrow and forever. Then I was not afraid, for I was
in a long line that had no beginning and no end. And the hand of his father
grasped my father's hand and his hand was in mine, and my unborn son took my
right hand and all, up and down the line that stretched from Time That Was
to Time That Is and Is Not Yet, raised their hands to show the link. And we
found that we were
one, born of Woman, Son of Man, made in the Image, fashioned in the womb
by the Will of God, the Eternal Father."
- Richard Llewellyn, author of How Green Was My Valley.