It is so sad that the world is fighting the ugly war on terrorism and we Americans can’t get together in a peaceful and loving manner. Maybe we have all become so stubborn, entitled and privileged that we feel the need to hurt others. Yes all of us hurt others, not one side or the other.
I feel so fortunate sitting in my Victorian cottage (over 100 years old) in the peaceful small town of Frankfort, Michigan where history and heritage surround me. We look down on Betsie Bay where the U.S. Government initiated dredging a channel from Betsie Lake to Lake Michigan as early as 1859. In 1873, the lighthouse was constructed on the north pier to mark the entrance to the channel and over time this tiny town became the center of marine traffic up and down Lake Michigan. History and heritage never to be forgotten.
I grew up in the north and was taught to have respect for everyone regardless of their heritage, social economic class or ethnicity. I lived in a mobile home (we never called it a trailer, yet that is what is was), and I have never forgotten where I came from. My parents have shared all their stories of their grandparents, great grandparents and the struggles they all grew up with. Our daughter keeps journals of both of her families ancestors and their history. We have all the Native American arrowheads that were found on our farm in Iowa and I have the basket that the Ottawa Indians gave my great-great grandmother in 1871. I am reminded every day of where I came from and where I need to go.
Historians around the country work endless hours preserving the unique history of their heritage and history in their respective communities because history and heritage is here, it happened and it will never be forgotten.
Too many young people are growing up today without a guiding light or a true north. Many have no idea what their ancestors went through or even where they were from. It is time to focus on what matters in this country to keep us safe as we go forward.